The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: He loves her, torturing the scum [3 more updates]

As they got closer, the mist brought by the heavy rain dispersed, and the girl’s features gradually became clear.

For a moment, Fu Yunshen thought he was having a hallucination.

Who would come here in the middle of the night during a heavy downpour?

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes moved slightly, his lips curved into a smile, as if he was mocking himself with a soft voice, “Dreaming again…

Last night, he hadn’t dreamt about Old Master Fu, nor about Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying, he only dreamt of one person.

Ying Zijin.

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Dreams are a miraculous thing, a manifestation of a person’s subconscious.

He remembered the very first time he encountered her on the snowy streets.

He was never a good man and had killed people, his hands stained with blood during the process of seeking his enemy.

At that time, he only intended to have Nie Chao save her so that they would afterwards pass by each other like strangers.

But she didn’t let anyone save her; she resolved it herself.

That was why he stopped in his tracks for her.

In her, he saw himself; they would both fight back.

So he made a decision, he would protect her.

Indeed, he always saw her as a little friend, as a sister, until yesterday.

She ordered food for him, reminded her to eat, and stood up for him in front of so many people.

All suppressed emotions exploded in an instant.

He thought, besides her, he would never love anyone else again.

But he really couldn’t bear to let her step into hatred with him.

His Yaoyao should, like other kids, have the best things in the world, and should never see any darkness.

Ying Zijin was still holding an umbrella with one hand and then squatted down.

Her other hand, which was free, took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe the rainwater off his face.

Her voice was, as always, light, “Officer, come to your senses, it’s nighttime now.”

Hearing these words, Fu Yunshen’s shoulders tensed, and he slowly raised his head.

This time, he saw her clearly.

All defenses were dropped in an instant, and he smiled, “It really is you, little friend.”

This familiar tone of voice, apart from their family’s child, belonged to no one else.

Ying Zijin didn’t speak, her eyelashes lowered as she wiped every drop of water off his face, bit by bit.

Her fingers occasionally brushed his cheek, leaving a clear touch, with a bit of warmth.

The rainstorms in Shanghai City always come quickly and leave just as rapidly.

In a matter of minutes, the heavy rain stopped, and the clouds scattered.

After the rain, the Moon and the Stars revealed themselves, the world was quiet and serene.

After Ying Zijin had finished wiping his face, she paused and then softly said, “Fu Yunshen, happy birthday.”

This was the first time she called him by his name.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, only then noticing that the girl was also holding a bag with a cake box and candles inside.

From birth to now, he’d only celebrated his birthday twice, once when he turned one, and once when he turned eighteen at his coming-of-age ceremony.

He didn’t like celebrating birthdays; birthdays constantly reminded him of the lives he carried on his shoulders.

Fu Yunshen took a deep breath.

He’d never felt before how his heart could beat so wildly, almost as if it would leap out of his chest.

Ying Zijin took out two ground mats, handed one to him, and then sat down beside him.

As she was taking the cake box out of the bag, she said, “I might not have told you about my own experiences.”

Fu Yunshen pressed his chest, “Hmm?”

“Actually, I’ve died once,” Ying Zijin said softly, “Back then, I was in a dead end, there was no other way, someone had to die.”

If she hadn’t died, she wouldn’t have come back to Earth.

Looking back now, a blessing may come in disguise.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes quivered, “Yaoyao, you—”

“It’s okay, it’s all in the past,” Ying Zijin said calmly, “I told you about my best friend, didn’t I? At the time, she was holding on to me, not letting me die.”

Fu Yunshen remembered Dudu, “Brother remembers.”

“I told her then—” Ying Zijin leaned back against a stone, “Jun Muqian, look up.”

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen also looked up.

After the heavy rain, it was a galaxy, with Stars shining marvelously.

Close by, was the girl’s voice drifting in the wind.

“I am the cloud, I am the wind, I am the stars, I am the moon, wherever you see, I will be there.”