The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Cleansing of the Family, Fu Yunshen’s Identity [2 updates]

Hearing this, Yun Shan didn’t need any further urging and gleefully took out his cell phone.

He brought up Lin Jinyun’s phone number and laid it in front of Di Wu Hui.

To prevent Di Wu Hui from not being able to see the number due to blurry old vision, Yun Shan considerately pointed and said, “Here, this is the Lin Family Head’s mobile number, do you recognize Arabic numerals?”

Yun Shan was genuinely worried.

The Di Wu Family was actually divided into two groups now.

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One group, like the Mu family, was engaged in business and had formally integrated into the secular world.

The other group, which included people like Di Wu Hui, had divination talent and stuck to their old professions, with no shortage of interactions with the Ancient Medical field and the Ancient Martial World.

These people didn’t have much contact with modern society, and some of their habits were no different from ancient people.

What if they didn’t recognize Arabic numerals?

Di Wu Hui stared at the string of numbers, sweat beading more heavily on his forehead.

What, what kind of joke is this?

Although people from the Ancient Martial World and the Ancient Medical field don’t really like using modern high-tech, they would still carry mobile phones for convenience.

Although he was indeed the Lin Family’s Imperial Fortune Teller, he did not have the Lin Family Head’s mobile number.

After all, he wasn’t the Di Wu Family Head.

The Lin Family valued him, but they valued hierarchy and seniority more.

Now, Di Wu Hui was completely panicked.

Because if someone could bring up Lin Jinyun’s name, that meant they really had connections with the Lin Family!

The Lin Family Head’s name was not even known to the Mu Family or the Xiu Family.

“Ah, I knew it, you don’t recognize Arabic numerals,” said Yun Shan with a shrug. “Here, I’ll dial it for you.”

And without waiting for Di Wu Hui to react, he made the call.

It rang only once before being answered on the other side.

Yun Shan held the phone to Di Wu Hui’s ear: “Ask and see if they will back you up.”

Di Wu Hui shivered slightly.

He clenched his teeth and spoke up: “Lin, Lin Family Head, I am Di Wu Hui, I beg you—”

He hadn’t finished speaking when he was interrupted.

The voice of a middle-aged man, gentle but forceful: “I’ve heard about your situation. You made a mistake and the Lin Family will not interfere.”

“The Lin Family’s Imperial Fortune Teller is not only you, so take good care of yourself.”

And with that, the phone was hung up.

Di Wu Hui listened to the “beep beep beep” in a daze, feeling the blood in his body turn cold.

Lin Jinyun hadn’t even listened to what he had to say and so directly gave up on him?

Without the Lin Family’s protection, and now with Di Wu Fan stumbling upon his scheme to have someone else take the blame, he was finished in every possible way.

Di Wu Hui still felt the painful throbbing at his acupuncture points as he struggled to lift his head and look to the right.

The man reclined lazily in his chair, the faint light in his peach blossom eyes twinkling, seemingly carefree.

He toyed with a jade thumb ring, handsome and charming, exuding a flirtatious aura.

Yet, Di Wu Hui felt an endless fear and oppression.

Who was this man?

Could he actually make Lin Jinyun obey?

“Take him to the ancestral temple,” Di Wu Fan ordered. “Execute the family law immediately, and inform the Ancient Medical World, the Ancient Martial World, and all other members of the Di Wu Clan that Di Wu Hui is no longer a part of the Di Wu Clan.”

“No… No!” Di Wu Hui cried out in extreme panic, “Clan Head! Clan Head, you can’t do this!”

But he had no chance to resist and was dragged away just like that.

After dealing with Di Wu Hui, Di Wu Fan, leaning on his cane, slowly stood up.

He approached and asked respectfully, “May I know who this gentleman is?”

“Nobody in particular,” Fu Yunshen replied casually, hand in his pocket, his eyes and brows relaxed. “Just a prodigal.”

Di Wu Fan: “???”

Yun Shan: “…”

He didn’t even know how many fools their young master had deceived with that term.

Yun Shan shook his head and followed behind Fu Yunshen.

Di Wu Fan stood still, not following them out.

He was even contemplating whether he had been detached from the secular world for too long and no longer understood the current trends.

Why did all these seemingly unfathomable people call themselves that?

Di Wu Fan stroked his beard and watched Fu Yunshen leave before he, too, departed.

Once outside the courtyard, he gestured to call Di Wu Yue over to one side.

Di Wu Yue brushed off the dust from his legs and stood up: “Grandfather.”

“Yueyue, your grandfather hasn’t asked you,” Di Wu Fan said in a low voice. “Where did you meet that young lady?”

Ying Zijin had changed her face.

Her face-changing was so skillful that even facial recognition technology couldn’t detect it.

Even Di Wu Hui had failed to recognize her.