The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: 298 Ying Zijin: Brother, I’ve got your back [2 updates]

Upon receiving the confirmation, the person on the other end of the call was so excited they couldn’t contain themselves: “Bro, I’ll start preparing now, just wait for me, I can be in Shanghai City by tomorrow morning.”

“Ian, there’s no rush.” Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, “I’ve got another important matter, you can just arrive on the 12th.”

“Rush, rush, of course I’m in a rush.” The sound of rummaging through boxes and drawers came through the phone, “I’ve finally waited for this day, how could I not be anxious?”

Only a few people knew what the original purpose of establishing Venus Group was.

The original intention was actually just to take back Imperial Fragrance House.

As a result, they inadvertently became a top global corporation.

...

Nobody knows how it happened.

“Bro, has something happened?” After his excitement, Ian also calmed down, “Why did you suddenly come to your senses?”

He knew about the Fu Family’s situation, and even more how disgusting Fu Mingcheng’s family was.

If it weren’t for Old Master Fu, if Fu Yunshen hadn’t been smart, he wouldn’t have had the chance to grow up at all—he would have died.

Ian knew even better that Fu Yunshen hadn’t made a move all this time also because of Old Master Fu.

Blood ties are a strange thing; they always come with entanglements.

To ensure that Old Master Fu could spend his twilight years in peace, Fu Yunshen could endure anything.

“It’s nothing.” Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his smile light and casual, “It’s just that, I’ve lost everything again.”

With words spoken to that extent, how could Ian not understand what had happened? A chill ran through his heart immediately.

He should have seen it coming.

If there ever came a day when Fu Yunshen decided to make a move on the Fu Family, it would surely mean that Old Master Fu was no longer there.

The Fu Family could no longer trap him.

There aren’t many things in this world that can confine Fu Yunshen.

“Bro, you… you still have us.” Ian felt terrible, not knowing how to comfort him, “Don’t be sad, okay?”

“Yeah.” Fu Yunshen didn’t say anything more, “Hanging up now.”

As he was about to put the phone away, WeChat chimed.

It was from his only star-marked friend.

[Chief, don’t be afraid, I still have money, I can still support you, eat here, I’ve made a reservation.]

[In the next two days, I won’t bother you, just calm down.]

Fu Yunshen’s fingers paused, his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

A place in his heart, as if struck by something.

Clenched down deeply.

After a full five minutes, Fu Yunshen finally replied.

[Thank you, Yaoyao, brother will be okay.]

He left the cemetery and drove to the city center.

**

An hour later, the Maserati pulled up in front of a Michelin Three-Star Restaurant.

Fu Yunshen pushed open the door and entered.

The man’s features were strikingly handsome, overly captivating, and outstanding.

Immediately, people inside recognized him.

It was already eight o’clock, past mealtime, and not many customers were present, just a table of patrons.

It was a gathering of young socialites.

One of the socialites holding a bottle of wine, stood up unsteadily.

“Yo, isn’t this Shanghai City’s number one charming playboy, Seventh Young Master Fu Yunshen?” He chuckled, then as if suddenly realizing something, “Oh, wrong, wrong, you’re not even part of the Fu Family anymore.”

“Mong Yang, don’t tear open people’s wounds so directly,” another mocking young socialite said, “He still is a charming playboy, just penniless now.”

“That’s right, Fu Yunshen.” Mong Yang’s smile was insidious, “This place isn’t cheap, you’ve been kicked out of the Fu Family, your bank cards must be frozen, right?”

He said contemptuously, “Do you need me to lend you some money to have a meal?”

As he spoke, Mong Yang shook the bottle in his hand, “See this? This Rémy Martin goes for twenty thousand a bottle. Tsk tsk, it’s a pity, you can’t afford it anymore.”

The Mong family actually didn’t rank very high in Shanghai City, having made their fortunes suddenly.

Mong Yang certainly wouldn’t miss the chance to step on Fu Yunshen when the opportunity arose.

Mong Yu was digging in his pocket, ready to take out a card and toss some charity to Fu Yunshen, but was interrupted by a flurry of footsteps.

It was the restaurant’s manager, followed by a dozen waiters.

The waiters carried trays of food and red wine, an array dazzling enough to blind the eyes of Mong Yang and the other socialites.

“Seventh Young Master.” The manager didn’t even bother with them but quickly came forward with great respect, “This was specially prepared for you by Miss Ying. She knows you’re in a bad mood and specifically ordered these for you.”

Fu Yunshen’s expression halted, his head lifted.

What drew the most attention were those ten bottles of wine.

From a Bordeaux winery, each valued at a hundred thousand.

Not to mention the other dishes, all made with top-grade ingredients.

Mong Yang and the other socialites stood dumbfounded.

They were educated but had spent countless money, being able to dine at a Michelin Three-Star restaurant wasn’t an issue for them.

But they definitely weren’t so generous as to order wines worth a million on a whim.

With a bank card holding five hundred thousand in his hand, Mong Yang felt his face burning with shame.

“Miss Ying has booked the entire place for today.” Only then did the manager turn to Mong Yang and others, “We are only waiting for Seventh Young Master to come, we regret that we cannot serve you gentlemen.”

He made a gesture of invitation, polite yet distant.

Mong Yang’s face turned green, he left furiously.

The other socialites, too embarrassed to stay any longer, left in disarray.

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