The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 421

Chapter 421: 389 Ying Yuexuan’s Collapse [1 Update]

Chapter 421: 389 Ying Yuexuan’s Collapse [1 Update]

The first sentence alone sent the students of Verdant into an uproar.

Although Ying Yuexuan was once one of the three “Goddesses” of Verdant, she wasn’t universally known; at least few in the junior high division were aware of her.

Her current fame was all because of Ying Zijin.

Someone had dug up and posted the deeds of the Ying family on the Verdant Campus Forum.

The students also knew that the Ying family had adopted Ying Zijin to have her donate blood to Ying Luwei.

Regarding the Ying family treating Ying Zijin as a living blood bank, most students were tacitly reserved and clearly harbored no good feelings towards the Ying family.

But they believed Ying Yuexuan was innocent, so, to spare her feelings, they never mentioned this matter in front of her. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Especially in the Elite Class, mentioning Ying Zijin was always done cautiously to avoid hurting Ying Yuexuan.

After all, Ying Yuexuan had been genuinely kind to them in the past, bringing them gifts and helping them with their problems.

It wasn’t until last week when a mass real-name exposure occurred on the Verdant Forum that revealed Ying Yuexuan’s true face, and the students of the Elite Class began to keep their distance, no longer wanting to be close to Ying Yuexuan.

Who knew if they might also be backstabbed by Ying Yuexuan someday?

But they couldn’t make it too obvious, after all, Ying Yuexuan was the young lady of the Ying family; what if she sought revenge on them?

As one of the four major noble families of Shanghai City, dealing with ordinary families was all too easy for them.

But now?

The foster daughter of the Ying family was actually Ying Yuexuan?

But wasn’t Ying Yuexuan the young lady of the Ying family?

Could it be the person writing the invitation had a slip of the hand and made a mistake?

Some students looked at the banner, others at the invitation.

[Our young lady is about to turn 18. The Ying family has prepared a number of activities, and we kindly request your presence at 5 pm on March 24th, at XX Road, number XX.]

[We had originally planned to announce her identity during this coming-of-age celebration and to hold a banquet for Miss Ying Zijin. However, due to our despicable and shameful actions, Miss has severed ties with the Ying family. It is a great regret that we cannot host the banquet simultaneously, and we hereby announce this accordingly.]

The invitation was stamped with the seal of Ying Corporation, as well as the personal seals of Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua, along with their handwritten signatures.

After reading it, the students of Verdant were going crazy, utterly dumbfounded by these few sentences.

A few minutes later, a thunderous commotion exploded from the crowd.

“Holy shit, this is blockbuster news! Goddess Ying is actually the young lady of the Ying family???”

“If Goddess Ying is the young lady of the Ying family, why didn’t the Ying family announce her identity? Why wait two years?”

“No, that’s not the most important thing. The most important thing is, if Goddess Ying is the true heiress of the Ying family, how could they still treat her as a living blood bank? Are they insane?!”

After sorting out the sequence of events, the students couldn’t believe it.

Especially the students of the Elite Class.

When Ying Zijin was in the Elite Class, the most common taunts they hurled at her were “fake heiress”, “even a foster daughter is compared with Goddess Zhong and Goddess Ying”, and “a country bumpkin who understands nothing”.

Many people called her “Ying’s foster daughter” readily.

Their words even consoled Ying Yuexuan, saying Ying Zijin had no family background and that the fake could never become real.

Now all of that had turned into a joke.

The faces of the students in the Elite Class were flushed with a mix of shame and anger.

Thinking back to Ying Yuexuan’s past words, they felt deceived.

Ying Yuexuan must have long known she was the foster daughter and that Ying Zijin was the real young lady, but she still spoke in ambiguous terms to mislead them.

The students were still immersed in the huge shock and completely missed the class bell ringing.

“What are you looking at? Haven’t seen enough?” At this moment, the director of moral education, wielding a set square borrowed from the math department, started shooing people away, “Hurry up, go back to your studies and don’t disrupt others.”

It was then that the students snapped out of it and swiftly ran towards the teaching building.

Someone shouted in panic, “Run, run, the Exterminator Mentor is coming!”

The director of moral education: “…”

**

At this time.

In the principal’s office.

The director of academic affairs was pleased with himself, “Principal, I did a great job, didn’t I?”

“The invitations were enough; why did you have to hang up the banner?” the principal rubbed his temples with a headache, “Take it down in a bit, let the students focus on their studies without distractions.”

“You can’t blame me for that,” the director of academic affairs shrugged, “The Ying family sent the banner over themselves and insisted it be hung until March 24th.”

Who would have thought the Ying family would be so ruthless as to expose their own scandal?

This was more thrilling than any family drama he’d watched.

He loved it.

“The college entrance examination is coming up,” the principal pointed to the calendar, concerned, “I’m worried that the number of students scoring over 700 will be less than last year.”

Other schools focus on the rate of their students entering top-tier universities, but Verdant cares about the annual provincial ranking and the overall national exam rankings.

“Don’t worry, Principal,” the director of academic affairs guaranteed with a pat on his chest, “Just look at Goddess Ying, one of her is worth a hundred others. I plan to accompany her to the international finals in May.”

The ISC international finals are equally important to Verdant.

This is now a matter of national honor, not to be taken lightly.