Chapter 340: 328 Jiang Moyuan gets hit [2nd update]
She lifted her eyes, gazing directly at the girl.
The hall suddenly fell quiet, even the teachers didn’t speak.
In the entire Verdant Middle School, there was no one who didn’t know about the relationship between Ying Yuexuan and Ying Zijin.
This was a battle between a true lady and a counterfeit one, originally incomparable.
Yet somehow, Ying Zijin always managed to outshine Ying Yuexuan wherever they went.
In studies, sports, arts, and looks.
Verdant upheld a rigorous academic atmosphere, prizing academic performance and student health above all, with no frivolous activities like electing school beauties or school hunks, though students would occasionally indulge in such discussions for fun.
In the past, the three “Goddesses” unanimously recognized at Verdant included Ying Yuexuan and Zhong Zhiwan.
But since Ying Zijin had moved to Class 19, the so-called “three Goddesses” had become a joke.
When it came to looks, truly no one could compete with her.
“I’m not free, and I don’t want to,” said Ying Zijin as she set the chalk down and nodded towards the teacher.
She ignored Ying Yuexuan and walked straight out of the hall.
Xiu Yu and Jiang Ran naturally stood up as well to follow her out.
Inside the hall, the silence continued to deepen, as more and more gazes converged on Ying Yuexuan.
It was mere curiosity, with no other implication, but Ying Yuexuan felt embarrassed for the first time.
She had asked the question in public, confident that Ying Zijin would surely accept.
But Ying Zijin had not, dismissing her with a casual “I’m not free,” blocking any response she might have had.
The girl beside her noticed Ying Yuexuan’s changed complexion, “Xiao Xuan?”
“It’s nothing,” Ying Yuexuan stood up, speaking slowly, “Indeed, it’s time for class to end, let’s head back too.”
**
Tonight, Zhong Manhua returned home with Ying Zhenting.
The reason she had gone out was to pick up Ying Zhenting.
Ying Zhenting had finished all of his affairs in O continent, and this time he would be staying in Shanghai City for good.
Zhong Manhua was very happy, and the couple celebrated on their own, which is why only Ying Yuexuan stayed at the old mansion last night.
Seeing the housekeeper and several servants were absent, Zhong Manhua was puzzled, “Xiao Xuan, have you seen your uncle the housekeeper?”
The housekeeper always lived at the Ying Family home, going back to his own place only on weekends.
Ying Yuexuan’s hands were still a bit cold as she replied softly, “Brother let him go.”
“Let him go?” Zhong Manhua was surprised, “Your elder brother came back?”
Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, recounting the events of the previous day.
“What?” Ying Zhenting frowned, “He dared to take the master’s possessions?”
He slammed the table, “Tianlv did the right thing. Such betrayal deserves dismissal.”
He made no mention of the housekeeper and the servants speaking ill of Ying Zijin behind her back.
“Your father is right,” agreed Zhong Manhua, always siding with Ying Zhenting, nodding, “Xiao Xuan, focus on your studies; you shouldn’t worry about such matters.”
Ying Yuexuan’s voice dropped even lower, “Dad, Mom, I understand.”
“Xiao Xuan, aren’t you participating in some competition?” Zhong Manhua suddenly remembered, smiling, “How’s that going? Any results yet?”
“Yes, I’ve passed the preliminary round, and now it’s the second round,” said Ying Yuexuan. “It’s a global competition, and I am ranked 786th worldwide.”
“That impressive?” Zhong Manhua was pleased. “Wait until the weekend, Mom will take you shopping for clothes.”
Ying Yuexuan clenched her pen, uttered a word of thanks, then returned to her room.
A sense of confusion and fear suddenly surged within her heart.
She knew that Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting valued her largely because she was sufficiently excellent, a source of pride.
Zhong Manhua was already excited knowing she was 786th globally; what would her reaction be if she knew that Ying Zijin went straight to the international competition?
Ying Yuexuan dared not think further and forced herself to start doing homework.
**
Meanwhile.
At the Jiang Family Old Mansion.
After Ye Suhe came out of the Buddha Hall, she saw Jiang Moyuan sitting on the sofa, his whole body exuding restlessness, with dark circles of fatigue under his eyes.
“What happened?” she moved closer and sat down. “Is it because of Ying Zijin?”
Jiang Moyuan loosened his tie, his irritability grew.
If he hadn’t sent Ying Zijin back to the Ying Family to be Ying Luwei’s living blood bank, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
“Alright, stop fretting, take this.” Ye Suhe placed a small sachet into Jiang Moyuan’s shirt pocket. “Go see her tomorrow, she’ll agree to leave with you.”
“However, she is still young, and there are things she should not do, you’d better understand that. Even after the marriage, there is no need to rush for a few years.”
“A special spice, I bought it from a practitioner of ancient medicine,” Ye Suhe placed the tea leaves in and said indifferently, “It’s very precious, only a little left.” ƒreewebɳovel.com
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