The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: 252 The big boss is always very mysterious, Madam Mu’s face has turned green [3 more updates]

“How is it?”

Mu Weifeng didn’t answer.

Madam Mu wasn’t in a hurry either, she poured a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

For Mu Weifeng, his health was the most important thing.

Especially since he had a younger sister, Mu Yuxi, to look after.

The Mu family’s earliest history could be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, over a thousand years ago, and there had only been two female family heads.

Although Mu Yuxi was also excellent, Madam Mu didn’t really take her into consideration.

She believed that Mu Yuxi would be married off one day.

After getting married, no matter how capable she was, she would only be a housewife, just like herself.

But after waiting five minutes, Madam Mu still didn’t get an answer from Mu Weifeng.

She grew impatient and set down her teacup heavily, “Weifeng, you’re not still considering it, are you?”

“I’m not considering it.” After finishing the last character, Mu Weifeng put down his brush and spoke lightly, “I disagree.”

“Disagree?” Madam Mu was slightly startled, and her face grew dark immediately, “Aren’t you competing for the heir to get treatment from the Meng Family? Why would you disagree?”

Mu Weifeng coughed a few times and chuckled, “A person can die, but they can’t lose their pride. Aunty, you might have lost your dignity, but it doesn’t mean everyone else is like you.”

That single sentence turned Madam Mu’s face ashen.

She breathed heavily, laughed coldly, and said, “When one is about to die, what use is there for pride? Fine, if you disagree, then I’ll see if you can last until the day the assessment ends.”

Madam Mu didn’t want to stay a second longer and got up to leave.

After she had taken just one step, Mu Weifeng stopped her.

Madam Mu halted but didn’t turn around, “What, have you thought it through?”

“You’ve used this tea set, so I won’t be using it.” Mu Weifeng picked up a new sheet of Xuan Paper, his tone mild, “Please take it with you, Aunty.”

Madam Mu turned around sharply, visibly angered.

She walked back, picked up the tea set from the stone table, and hurriedly left.

**

ISC training camp.

After lunch at noon.

Teng Yunmeng was lying on the couch belching contentedly.

A few seconds later, she suddenly sat up, very serious, “I’ve been thinking, Zijin, you were too impulsive earlier. Xiu Yan is the daughter of the Xiu Family, you know the Xiu Family, right?”

“I know.” Ying Zijin was looking at her phone, “A major wealthy family in the Imperial Capital.”

“Exactly,” Teng Yunmeng sighed, “She’s clearly the type of lady who has hundreds of servants at home, we really can’t compare.”

Ying Zijin didn’t look up, deep in thought, “Would a wealthy family like the Xiu’s allow their darling daughter to enter the entertainment industry?”

“That I don’t know, but with Xiu Yan being so favored, whatever she wants, the Xiu Family would probably agree, right?” Teng Yunmeng shrugged after a moment’s thought, “I suppose Xiu Yan is just playing around. If she can’t make it in the entertainment industry, she can still go back and inherit a fortune. Such a life winner.”

Ying Zijin replied indifferently, “Not necessarily.”

Teng Yunmeng didn’t understand what she meant by “not necessarily.” She was an optimist, “We just need to keep our distance from her, anyway. Her fans are pretty crazy too. Luckily they weren’t there earlier, or we would have been torn apart by them.”

“With Xiu Yan here, our group is complete.” Teng Yunmeng stretched lazily, “We start training tomorrow. Zijin, do you want to go out with me in the afternoon?”

Ying Zijin turned off her phone, “I have something to do this afternoon; we can go out in the evening.”

“What is it?”

“Meeting someone.”

Teng Yunmeng scratched her head.

She always felt that their group’s beauty was quite mysterious.

**

At two o’clock, Mu Heqing was already sitting in a teahouse located in the Imperial Capital Center.

There had been no major wars since the late twentieth century, and Mu Heqing, having retired long ago, was known by face only to the older generation familiar with him and the high ranks of major clans; nearly no one else.

So he didn’t ask for a private room, sitting quite openly outside as he waited.

Other customers did notice this spirited, imposing elderly man, but only gave him a brief glance and didn’t pay much attention.

Mu Cheng was by his side. He glanced at his watch, “Elder, you’ve arrived too early. Miss Ying said she would only come at three.”

“That’s alright.” Mu Heqing didn’t mind and poured himself a cup of tea, “It’s nice to drink more tea.”