The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: 377 Hot search exploded, the whole network mocks Ye Xi [1 update]_2

Chapter 403: 377 Hot search exploded, the whole network mocks Ye Xi [1 update]_2

No.1 Yun Heyue 36093849

No.2 Feng Tong 35492812

Huayin was also sitting in the audience, and his expression changed after seeing the new ranking.

His agent sighed beside him, “As expected, what I was worried about still happened.”

Yun Heyue’s strength was strong enough; he was originally capable of debuting as the center.

Even with the help of Huayin’s votes, Feng Tong couldn’t surpass Yun Heyue by much, but at least he could stay ahead.

But now with the addition of Ying Zijin and the momentum created by Qin Lingyu, it was a lost cause.

One could say that this second performance directly determined life and death.

In “Youth 202,” only seven people will debut, and the center position and captaincy will belong to Yun Heyue.

The agent shook his head and added, “As long as he debuts, he will definitely be a top-tier celebrity.”

To debut as a top-tier is something that, up to now, only Qin Lingyu in Hua Country has done.

Huayin’s expression was obscure as he turned off his phone, his tone indifferent, “The company won’t let this matter go easily.”

He himself came from a talent show background, and now Yun Heyue had collided with him.

In the future, there would certainly be a struggle for resources between the two of them, which was not good news for him.

He debuted at 20, became a top-tier at 22, and now at 25, it must be said, he was already on the decline.

If Yun Heyue’s impact was added, he feared he would soon lose all his popularity.

The agent nodded, reminding him, “You absolutely can’t be like Chen Li, who was too confident, sending out press releases every day to step on others.”

“Ye Xi really is miserable, no brains of her own, and then running into Chen Li.”

“After today’s show ends, Ye Xi will have fallen completely from the top-tier position.”

Though both under Skywalk Entertainment, Huayin and Ye Xi had different domains and not much communication.

He was not concerned, “Let’s go.”

The agent nodded his head, following him out.

**

The next round of ratings followed, and Ying Zijin also got off the stage.

She had a special makeup room, and after removing her makeup, she prepared to grab something to eat.

At that moment, her cheeks suddenly warmed up.

Ying Zijin looked up.

Fu Yunshen was holding a cup of hot orange juice, pressing the cup against her face, and then stuffing a hand warmer into her arms.

“Little girl, you don’t feel cold,” he straightened up, his peach-blossom eyes lifting, “How come you wore a skirt today? I thought you didn’t like them?”

“Oh.” Ying Zijin paused, her expression lax, “Because I suddenly found out that skirts also look pretty good.”

The reason she always disliked wearing skirts was because they made it inconvenient to move.

Even with shoes, she only wore flats.

Fu Yunshen stepped back slightly, his gaze softening, with a light chuckle, “They do look pretty good.”

The girl was dressed in a black skirt, her figure perfect, not inferior to an international model.

Indeed, she was no longer a little girl.

Ying Zijin picked up her down jacket to put on, “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

After leaving the Ancient Martial World, she went back to the hotel and slept till evening, luckily still making it on time.

“I heard someone calling you—” Fu Yunshen naturally took her bag from her hands, and walked her out, his smile teasing, “husband.”

He was sitting in the audience, and the screams of the fans around him were almost ear-piercing.

“You can call me that too.” Ying Zijin stopped, her eyebrows lifting, “I don’t mind.”

“How could I do that?” Fu Yunshen replied leisurely, “If I were to call you, it would be ‘wife’—”

“Ying Bao!” A voice full of surprise rang out, “Ying Bao, it really is you.”

Fu Yunshen’s words halted, as he turned his head.

It was a middle school student, her eyes lighting up, “Ying Bao, I just saw you playing the piano, you’re amazing.”

As she spoke, she took out a little notebook, blushing, “I’m your new fan, can you give me an autograph?”

She had come straight after school to wait, not expecting to actually meet her.

Ying Zijin took the pen and wrote down her name.

The young fan clenched her fists with sparkly eyes, “Ying Bao, mom loves you!”

After shouting, she cheerfully ran away with her schoolbag.

“…”

Ying Zijin remained silent for a moment, “She seems to be younger than me.”