The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463: 423 Project Progress Report [8 updates]

Ying Zijin might not have gone to the project report meeting, but she still paid attention and checked out the comments on the international network.

She raised her eyebrows.

Unfortunately, both of them were there.

She found that there were quite a few prophets now.

Leaning against the bed, Ying Zijin logged into the NOK forum with a casual demeanor.

As soon as she got on, several messages popped up.

[Only Love Gold]: !!!

[Only Love Gold]: Boss, I’ve been bullied.

[Diviner]: Not stepping out of one door or crossing the threshold of another, and still you get bullied?

[Only Love Gold]: There’s this Venus Group—never mind what the group’s name is, it’s completely unimportant, especially since you wouldn’t care about these things. Anyway, they invested 200 billion in that Cosmic Carrier project you talked about.

[Only Love Gold]: I only invested 100 billion, isn’t this bullying? Is he trying to compete with me to see who’s richer?

[Only Love Gold]: Boss, this is also a challenge to you. There’s some of your share in my treasury.

[Diviner]: ...

Ying Zijin looked towards the door.

At this time, Wen Fengmian had already gone to sleep, but at least he hadn’t cut off her electricity.

Because a certain individual who bullied Xize Lorentz, the Executive Director of the Venus Group, was now lying on the couch.

She could enjoy the electricity a bit longer.

Her phone started "beeping" again.

[Only Love Gold]: Can I endure this? This is a provocation!

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, preparing to reply, when a new message came in.

[Only Love Gold]: I’ll endure. I still have to sleep on gold, I won’t stoop to the level of the prodigal Venus Group. I will laugh at them for wasting money!

Ying Zijin: "..."

As expected, it was the same silly kid with a case of second-year-syndrome.

Someone gently knocked on the door at this moment.

A man’s voice, deep and mellow: "Yaoyao, are you asleep?"

Ying Zijin didn’t feel like moving and simply replied: "Not yet, you can come in."

Fu Yunshen pressed down on the door handle, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The girl was wearing a white nightgown, quietly leaning against the bed.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a sheer veil over her fair calves.

It was tantalizing.

Fu Yunshen looked indifferent as he picked up a towel blanket nearby and covered Ying Zijin with it.

He then sat down next to her, raising his eyebrows: "When do you plan to formally introduce me to your parents?"

"You were so obvious today, my dad and grandfather both noticed," Ying Zijin yawned, unconcerned, "What’s there to worry about?"

It was Fu Yunshen who rescued her, a fact both Old Master Zhong and Wen Fengmian were aware of.

Although Old Master Zhong often said the cabbage was ruined by the pig, he was actually quite satisfied with Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen fell silent for a moment, then chuckled lowly: "I’m worried about not being good enough for you. What if one day you run off, then I’d be left alone again."

He had always lacked a sense of security and tended to be apprehensive.

He felt it was his own fault, that’s why the people close to him kept leaving one after another.

For this, he had even specifically sought out a fortune teller to see if his Life Pattern was that of some cursed lone star.

"This is my first time in a relationship, my first time having a boyfriend," Ying Zijin looked up, her voice faint, "But I will learn how to be a good girlfriend, and we can learn together."

"You need not worry, in my life, there will be no one but you."

The tone was quite flat, yet it was like a tidal wave, crashing against the listener’s eardrums.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, and he laughed softly, holding her hand: "You make my heart beat fast, do you want to feel it?"

This time, Ying Zijin did not pull away; her fingers were guided there.

The man’s chest was broad, warm, and strong.

After touching it, she yawned lazily and made a comment: "Nice pecs."

"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen also leaned on the bed, returning to his usual carefree demeanor, "Specially trained for you, and there are also abs, at your service anytime."

Ying Zijin gave him a glance and then kicked him: "Don’t get greedy."

"Alright, to the serious matter, it’s not very peaceful lately, I’m sending you to train in the Ancient Martial World for a while," Fu Yunshen stroked her hair, his forehead against hers, speaking softly, "I’ve made arrangements with the Ye Family, they will take good care of you, and Yun Shan will be by your side. As for your brother, he has to go away on business."