The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: 249 Unfortunately, Miss Ying will be in charge of the assessment [4 updates]

The girl was wearing a baseball cap, white short sleeves, and dark blue jeans.

Her legs were long and straight, her skin porcelain white as jade, almost translucent.

It was the most common outfit on the street, yet she still possessed an allure that made one notice her at a glance.

The girl hadn’t worn sunglasses or a mask, and as she approached head-on, Mu Chenzhou could clearly see her.

It was a face stunning to the extreme.

Mu Chenzhou frowned.

Why was it that as soon as he returned to the Imperial Capital, Ying Zijin also came to the Imperial Capital?

The Ying Family didn’t have relatives in the area, so what was Ying Zijin doing here?

Madam Mu noticed the change in his expression, turned her head, and followed his gaze: “What’s wrong?”

She saw the girl too, but Madam Mu had long forgotten who Ying Zijin was.

She never bothered to remember unimportant people.

“I saw someone I know,” Mu Chenzhou said. “Mom, I’m going to say hello.”

After speaking, he walked forward, his manner polite, courteous yet distant: “Miss Ying, we meet again. What brings you to the Imperial Capital?”

However, the girl didn’t answer.

She didn’t even glance at him, as if she didn’t recognize him at all.

It was as if she hadn’t heard him speak, just walking past him.

Mu Chenzhou’s hand was stuck in mid-air, neither retracting it nor keeping it up, his expression momentarily awkward.

“Who’s that?” Madam Mu’s face darkened. “You greeted her. Why didn’t she respond to you?”

Even the daughters from the Nie and Xiu families hadn’t given Mu Chenzhou such treatment.

“Ying Zijin,” Mu Chenzhou sighed, slightly helpless, “She must still be angry about the auction that day.”

He really was reminding her.

If he had not spoken up in advance, the Meng Family’s tactics would have been even more ruthless.

How would Ying Zijin cope?

Unfortunately, she thought she had Fu Yunshen’s support and hence enough confidence.

Madam Mu pondered for a few seconds before realization hit: “So, it was her.”

After a pause, she spoke indifferently: “There are many good-looking people. What’s most important for you now is to pass the assessment. Once you become the true heir of the Mu family, even some families abroad will offer marriage alliances. There is no need to waste attention on a foster daughter.”

Ying Zijin’s face indeed attracted men.

Not just men, but even women would be charmed.

Madam Mu couldn’t help but remind Mu Chenzhou, fearing he would fall too deep.

As for what Ying Zijin was doing in the Imperial Capital, it had nothing to do with them.

“She won’t be the one responsible for your assessment anyway,” Madam Mu added. “We still have to stop by the Meng Family later.”

**

The Fu Family.

Old Master Fu went out after dinner.

His health had improved, so he often went out for walks.

However, he still preferred to visit Old Man Zhong to play chess.

Even though Old Man Zhong liked to block him at the door, he always enjoyed it.

Not many of their generation were left.

When Old Master Ying and Old Master Jiang were still around, they could get together for a game of mahjong.

Now, they could only play chess.

After Zhong Zhiwan went abroad, the Zhong Family felt emptier, so Old Master Fu also took the opportunity to stay there for a few days.

Old Man Zhong had already prepared the chessboard and when he saw him, he waved: “Old Man Fu, come, sit. Watch how I defeat you completely.”

Old Master Fu walked over slowly, hands behind his back: “Who will defeat whom is not yet certain.”

The two played Go.

Old Master Fu chose the black pieces. After picking up the first piece, he paused for a long time before making a move.

After a while, he spoke: “Old Man Zhong, after so many months, I can hardly believe that I’m healthy enough to be playing chess with you here.”

Old Master Fu had always known that his condition wasn’t an illness, but poison.

This poison wouldn’t kill him immediately, but it would erode his body daily, shortening his life span.

Even he hadn’t expected to last twenty years.

Old Master Fu fell silent for a moment, then chuckled: “I wonder how much longer I’ll live.”

“Get out,” grumbled Old Man Zhong, not wanting to hear it. “We shouldn’t talk about such depressing things late at night. You’re only eighty-five, you can live for at least another twenty years.”

“I’m serious,” Old Master Fu said, continuing to play. “Your health is robust, you’ll definitely outlive me. When I’m gone, please take care of Yunshen for me.”

“Who cares about your brat,” Old Man Zhong snorted, and just as he was about to say something else, his phone rang.

He perked up at the caller ID.