The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: 238 Still don’t know what Divine Calculation is? [2 more]

The two police officers’ expressions suddenly turned grim.

Their gazes toward Su Ruan were laced with coldness.

Being locals of Shanghai City, they naturally heard the gossip about the wealthy family circles.

And because of the sign erected at the entrance of Century Mall, Su Ruan’s name had traveled far.

Accusing a young girl just by word of mouth?

What kind of scheming and malicious woman was this?

Under the scrutinizing eyes of the two police officers, Su Ruan’s mind exploded, and her complexion turned even paler.

The next second, she suddenly seemed to realize something and fiercely turned her head, “You deliberately provoked me to call the police?!”

“Congratulations,” Ying Zijin leaned against the door, yawned again, and lightly chuckled from the corner of her eye, “Your IQ has finally kicked in.”

The two officers finally understood what was going on.

One of them spoke in a stern voice, “Ma’am, you have misused resources maliciously, and we must make a record of this.”

“On what grounds?” Su Ruan was truly panicking, “She told me to call the police! She is the one wasting resources! And besides, that doesn’t prove she didn’t take my card.”

“Ten billion, and you’re accusing her of taking ten million?” Fu Yihan completely lost his patience and warned, “Su Ruan, this is Shanghai City, behave yourself.”

“Besides, it was you who said you wanted to call the police. Are you blaming Miss Ying?”

Su Ruan involuntarily took a step back, her fingers trembling, “The two of you brothers, are both bewitched by a vixen…”

The two police officers wouldn’t meddle in the private affairs of a wealthy family, after recording Su Ruan’s actions, they left.

“I’m very sorry, Miss Ying, and Yunshen,” Fu Yihan sighed, “I’ll take her back first.”

Su Ruan didn’t want to stay any longer either, her face stinging with humiliation.

Tonight, she had lost all face, especially in front of Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen, with one hand in his pocket, looked up at the words and said coolly, “I haven’t told you to leave.”

Fu Yihan paused in his movement, and indeed, he stopped walking again.

Su Ruan angrily pounded Fu Yihan’s chest, “Why do you listen to everything he says? You’re the older brother!”

Why had she married Fu Yihan?

Wasn’t it to always hold leverage over Fu Yunshen, to make him look up to her?

Fu Yihan grasped Su Ruan’s hand, looking at the handsome man with a guilty expression, “Yunshen, is there something else?”

At that moment, the elevator on the right in the corridor chimed.

A waiter dressed in a tailcoat walked in.

He carried a bag in his hand, black and opaque, its contents unknown.

Ying Zijin gave it a glance, her eyes set.

The waiter approached, presenting the bag with great respect, “Seventh Young Master, the item you requested has been brought up.”

Fu Yunshen reached out to take the bag, then stood up and approached Su Ruan.

Su Ruan instinctively looked up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw his bewitchingly handsome face.

She had to admit, neither in the capital nor abroad had she seen anyone more attractive than Fu Yunshen.

This man seemed like a deity walking the earth, his features as if crafted by the hand of God, so devastatingly alluring.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was a dissolute son, she would have been willing to marry him.

Su Ruan’s expression became distracted for a moment.

But the very next second, before she could withdraw from her daydreams, she was bombarded with a pile of black cards.

They cascaded down on her head, one after another.

Each card bore the emblem of a golden iris.

There were a hundred cards in total.

Su Ruan was utterly confused by the onslaught.

After dumping the cards, Fu Yunshen handed the black bag back to the waiter.

He then stepped back, his hands returning to his pockets, “I’ve given you a stack, is it enough?”

Su Ruan’s face, humiliated, was deathly pale, drained of all color.

Her lips quivered, unable to form coherent words, “Fu Yunshen, you, you…”

“If it’s not enough, there’s more,” Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow and smirked, “I’ll have someone send them to the Fu Family later. If you still don’t think it’s enough, you can eat them one by one, and you definitely won’t lose them.”

After speaking, he didn’t look at the expression on Su Ruan’s face, but turned to the side, “Yaoyao, let’s go have a late-night snack.”

The door was closed.

Ying Zijin sat at the dining table and opened the bag.

Inside were several boxes of sweets and small cakes.

But she didn’t start eating immediately, instead, she looked up.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Fu Yunshen noticed what she meant and tapped her on the head, “there’s no money in there.”

Only then did Ying Zijin pick up her spoon, “Where did you get all those cards from?”

She had noticed that the black cards were exquisitely made and didn’t seem like forgeries.

“I was in the capital at the time,” Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, “I took some on a whim, never used them.”

Such anonymous cards were merely mementoes.

Ying Zijin nodded, “You don’t often go back for family dinners, is it because of your parents, or also because of your sister-in-law?”