The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: 037 Ying Zijin: None of your business

Editor: Henyee Translations

How can you be so thoughtless?

With her heart and lungs aching from anger, Zhong Manhua’s voice squeezed through her gritted teeth, “If you don’t want to go to school anymore, then drop out. If you leave the Elite Class, where else can you go?”

Ying Zijin didn’t even look up, too lazy to bother with a response.

She leisurely peeled a shrimp, her nonchalant brows and eyes practically glittering with the words “none of your business.”

Stimulated beyond tolerance, Zhong Manhua was about to lash out when Old Master Zhong erupted once more, “Zhong Manhua, can’t you speak properly? Have all these years of breeding gone to the dogs? If you can’t speak nicely, just get lost. Get out of here this instant!”

Acting like this in front of him, what would she do behind his back?

Zhong Manhua was furious, but she couldn’t say anything in front of Old Master Zhong.

All she could do was to take her shawl with bottled up frustration and leave with a cold face.

“Good that she’s gone. She’s always sulking as if she’s putting on a show for someone!” Old Master Zhong’s blood pressure rose in anger, triggering another bout of coughing.

Ying Zijin raised her hand to pat his back, handing him a cup of water, “Grandpa, drink some water.”

“Ah,” Old Master Zhong’s anger dissipated instantly, and he took the cup with a smile.

After drinking, Old Master Zhong felt his blood and qi flow more smoothly, and his spirits lifted considerably.

He didn’t think too deeply about it; he just felt that his granddaughter was truly wonderful.

“Let’s calm down, Master,” Lady Zhong hurried to smooth things over. “Manhua has to manage the company and take care of the children. You’re not aware, she has been competitive since she was young, it’s just that she’s a bit blunt when speaking.”

Old Master Zhong was not in the mood for sympathy: “Even so, it depends on who she’s talking to. I can’t bring myself to say a harsh word to Zijin, yet she unleashes a barrage. She’s not so talkative when it comes to other matters.”

“…”

Lady Zhong finally understood Zhong Manhua’s feelings.

Old Master Zhong was so good to a foster daughter, was he actually placing her above blood relations?

The meal ruined her appetite completely, so she also finished quickly and invented an excuse to go upstairs.

**

After dinner, Old Master Zhong called Ying Zijin into the study.

“Wanwan, I heard about what happened at school today. If you ever feel wronged in the future, just call me. Although I may have stepped down, I’m still in my prime,” he affirmed.

“I know, thank you, Grandpa,” Ying Zijin massaged his shoulders, “But it would be better if you don’t call me by that name anymore, just use my full name instead.”

Old Master Zhong was taken aback.

Before he could ask why, the girl calmly added, “I don’t really like names that others have used.”

Wanwan was the childhood nickname given to her by the Ying Family before she was born, but now it had been taken by someone else.

A mix of emotions swelled in Old Master Zhong’s heart.

After a long pause, he sighed, “It’s my fault for not taking better care of you.”

If he had known this would happen, he should have taken her to the Zhong Family from the beginning to personally look after her.

He had been busy traveling abroad for the past decade and had only returned to Shanghai City recently, learning about his true granddaughter’s disappearance.

The thought of his real granddaughter suffering so much outside made Old Master Zhong’s heart ache.

“Your mother is just like that, don’t mind her. Let her be angry on her own,” he thought for a moment, then took a card from the drawer, “I don’t know what you young people like nowadays. I’m scared of buying something you won’t like, so take this card and buy whatever you want.”

Ying Zijin had no intention of using it, but to not disappoint the elderly, she accepted it anyway, “Have you been having trouble sleeping recently?”

“It’s just an old person’s problem,” Old Master Zhong pressed his temples with a sigh, “In the end, one cannot deny aging.”

Ying Zijin nodded, her mind taking note.