The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: 331 The superior is pursuing a love interest and suffers the consequences [2 updates]

Zhong Manhua turned pale when she heard it, “Zhenting… Zhenting, what should we do?”

They should have taken the back door.

Now that they’ve been photographed, where can they put their faces?

“What do you mean, what should we do?” Ying Zhenting was quite merciless, “If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price.”

“But, but—” Before Zhong Manhua could say anything more, Ying Zhenting had already strode in.

He picked up an ashtray from the desk, said nothing, and hurled it over.

“Bang.”

The ashtray hit the woman on the bed square on the forehead, and Su Ruan woke up from her sleep with a start.

At this time, the journalists and paparazzi, after taking a round of photos, all rushed in.

Jiang Moyuan’s office was a presidential suite, quite large; squeezing in three or four dozen people was no problem.

Now closer, the journalists and paparazzi became even more excited to take photos, snapping away from various angles.

Ying Zhenting stepped back covering his mouth and nose, clearly disgusted, “Why is it you?”

Zhong Manhua was also stunned.

It wasn’t Ying Zijin?

Upon opening her eyes, to find so many people surrounding her, Su Ruan let out a shrill scream and immediately wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, “Get out, all of you, get out!”

The journalists and paparazzi were in the heat of taking photos, not listening at all, but instead started snapping directly at Su Ruan’s face.

They had already thought of the headline for the news—

Third Master Jiang deeply embodies the word “three,” cuckolding Young Master Fu, shameless.

By now, Su Ruan was nearly insane, “Get out! All of you, get out!”

With all the commotion, Jiang Moyuan finally woke up.

He felt a splitting headache, especially with the flashes stinging his eyes.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was already a done deal.

Ironclad proof—Jiang Moyuan, even if he wanted to clarify, wouldn’t be able to.

He and Su Ruan were on the same bed, with Su Ruan clinging to him, her body trembling uncontrollably.

In an instant, Jiang Moyuan felt an unprecedented nausea and directly threw Su Ruan off the bed, “Get out!”

The journalists and paparazzi hurriedly pressed the shutter, a burst of continuous shots following.

Caught off guard, Su Ruan fell to the ground, her back pain making her sharply inhale.

Su Ruan had always been a vain woman; otherwise, she wouldn’t carry an anonymous Black Card from Lorentz Bank for her reputation.

When she was first thrown into this room, she thought about leaving, but then she let it go.

The Jiang Family was only slightly less affluent than the Fu Family. She had been divorced and had become the laughing stock of the socialite circle; certainly no family in the capital would want her now.

Moreover, Jiang Moyuan was extremely good-looking, desired by all the Shanghai City socialites and rich ladies.

She was not at a loss.

“Jiang Moyuan.” Su Ruan dug her fingernails into her palm, “You’ve gone too far, you’ve done these things to me, and you hit me?”

“Weren’t you the one who climbed up here by taking advantage of the situation?” Jiang Moyuan quickly started putting on his clothes, his voice cold, “Your kind of woman, I don’t need you even if you throw yourself at me, you only make me sick.”

“You—” Su Ruan’s humiliation brought tears to her eyes, and she gritted her teeth, “What do you think you are, some saint?”

“Delete those photos.” Jiang Moyuan completely ignored her, a chill emanating from him, “Otherwise, await a letter from Jiang’s lawyers.”

He still hadn’t figured out exactly what had happened, but regardless, those photos could not be exposed.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips and made a call to his secretary.

He felt too dirty and had to wash himself.

**

Nine o’clock in the morning.

Fu Yunshen got off the plane.

He also knew about the exciting events that had transpired overnight.

He only felt that what their family kid did was not vicious enough.

Jiang Moyuan’s methods were truly too despicable.

If the drug had been stronger, who knows if Ying Zijin wouldn’t have fallen victim.

Ying Zijin didn’t go to school today and was resting at home.

After sending her a message, Fu Yunshen drove to the Wen Family.

Wen Fengmian was not there.

After recovering his health, he often went out and about, and at this time, he had just gone grocery shopping.

Ying Zijin was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

When she heard the door, she got up to open it.

“Hmm, let brother take a look—” This time, Fu Yunshen used both hands to cradle her face, bending his head slightly down with a low chuckle, “A few days without seeing you, and the little kid seems to have become even prettier.”

His peach blossom eyes were deep and amorous, twinkling like the starry sky.

A gentle warmth fluttered in the depths of his light amber pupils, almost enough to drown someone in it.

For the first time, Ying Zijin slightly turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, “I’ve said it before, I was born with good looks.”