The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: 024 Ying Luwei never expected

Editor: Henyee Translations

The secretary was taken aback, then understood.

They were going to completely abandon the Ying Family’s foster daughter.

Jiang Moyuan closed his eyes, “If there’s nothing else, you may leave.”

“Third Master, please rest well.” The secretary carefully closed the door.

After stepping out, he shook his head.

He had previously accompanied the Third Master on inspections to Qingshui County, back when that foster daughter of the Ying Family was still simple and unspoiled. Now?

Indeed, she was tempted by the glitz and glamour of the big city, restless and eager to climb up.

Luckily, the Third Master had seen through her.

After a moment of thought, the secretary went to the pantry, took out his phone, and made a call, “Miss Luwei…”

**

After several days of recuperation, Wen Fengmian’s health had improved significantly.

But due to chronic illness, his recovery would not happen overnight.

The initial batch of medicine had run out, and Ying Zijin had specially ordered a fresh batch of medicinal materials.

Shanghai City wasn’t near the mountains, and all the medicinal materials had to be transported from other places.

Because she required only the highest quality materials, several tens of pounds cost her hundreds of thousands.

While waiting, Ying Zijin entered a dessert shop next door and ordered a serving of mango glutinous rice balls.

She took out her newly purchased phone and lit up the screen, which displayed various apps she planned to try out.

The greatest advantage of new technology was that she wouldn’t be too bored.

Ying Zijin opened one of the apps, looked at herself with a pair of rabbit ears, and pondered.

It was said to be called taking a selfie. It seemed quite interesting.

She casually adjusted the settings, picked a filter and accessories, and pressed the shutter.

“Click—”

The crisp sound made the person sitting at the opposite table lift their head.

It was a young girl wearing a sunhat and sunglasses, very well concealed.

She frowned, displeased, “How did they even track me here? Tell her to delete the photo, I don’t want to end up on the hot search because of an unflattering picture.”

Her assistant understood and immediately approached, “Delete the photo you took. Sister Luo doesn’t like fans taking pictures of her, understand?”

“If you insist on taking photos, we can sue you.”

The voice wasn’t loud, but it caught the attention of everyone in the dessert shop.

They all looked over, curious.

“Is there a celebrity here? Look, could it be that one? Damn, what kind of immortal beauty is that?!”

“Are you talking about the miss in the black blouse? Impossible, with that face, no one would forget after seeing it once. There’s nobody like her in the entertainment industry.”

“No, not her, I mean the one over there. Have you heard of Luo Ziyue? Finished tenth in ‘Youth 101,’ a popular talent show.”

“Sounds vaguely familiar, but I don’t really remember…”

The surrounding area buzzed with conversation.

Seeing that the girl had no intention of deleting the photo, the assistant didn’t say another word and tried to snatch the phone from her hands.

Not only did she fail to grab it, but her hand landed directly in the mango glutinous rice balls.

It wasn’t until then that Ying Zijin looked up, her tone indifferent, “You’ve dirtied my dessert.”

“Who told you not to delete the photo?” The assistant was also furious, “Why follow Sister Luo here, don’t you know how to show some respect?”

Upon hearing this, the other customers had an epiphany.

So pretty, and she turns out to be a sasaeng?

Ying Zijin closed the app, “Who?”

“…”

An awkward silence ensued.

The assistant was frozen in place.

Luo Ziyue, who had been silent, stood up. She removed her sunglasses, revealing a beautiful and impatient face, “You don’t have to pretend you don’t know me. I’ve seen your kind before. You guys chased me until I lost one of my shoes yesterday, and you still won’t leave me alone today?”

She really disliked sasaengs because they left her with no personal space at all.

Ying Zijin looked up and glanced at her, rather gracefully, “I don’t chase after the ugly, thank you.”

Some people in the vicinity couldn’t help but laugh.

Infuriated, Luo Ziyue was about to retort when a female student from a nearby table stood up.

“I’m sitting right next to you and saw everything clearly. The lady was only taking a selfie; she didn’t take a picture of you at all.”

She muttered softly, “With looks like hers, why would she bother taking a photo of you instead of herself?”

If she had a face like that, she’d admire herself in the mirror every day rather than chase after stars.

As the girl put it that way, several of her friends agreed.

“Yeah, she really didn’t take a picture of you, Miss. She clearly doesn’t know you.”