The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: 456 members of the Ji Family, older female cousin, successful matching [2 updates]

The racer died on the spot, and she was severely injured.

Xiu Yu had considered the possibility of foul play, but that stretch of road was indeed treacherous, and a moment’s inattention could lead to a wreck that claimed lives.

Yet, the pilot she was guiding was the lead racer, a former recipient of awards on the F1 circuit.

It was somewhat strange that he would make a mistake.

"Hmm, my brother and I checked the autopsy report of that racer from back then," Ying Zijin said indifferently, "and we found a suspect spot, a very faint shadow on his brain."

"Which means that at that time, his consciousness was not clear."

Memories began to resurface in her mind at this moment, and Xiu Yu murmured, "No wonder..."

No wonder that after she issued the driving commands, the racer’s responses were always a quarter of a second slow.

Although it was only a quarter of a second, during a race, that could determine life or death.

"Still investigating," Ying Zijin leaned back in her chair, yawning, "It’s not necessarily the Xiu family; it could be one of the foreign families."

There were too many families eager to establish ties with the Manson family.

The Xiu family’s racers were strong, so being targeted was to be expected.

"Tsk," Xiu Yu shrugged, "Looks like I have bad luck, the kind that would fall into a manhole just walking down the street."

"No, they weren’t targeting the racer you were leading. After all, he was close to retirement," Ying Zijin observed her, calmly, "You’re a racer with natural talent, what they wanted was to ensure you could never compete again."

Xiu Yu nodded slowly, "I understand now, Daddy Ying, it’s really troublesome for you."

"It’s nothing."

Just then her phone rang.

Ying Zijin answered the call, "Hello, Professor Zuo."

"Classmate Ying, you’re in the Imperial Capital, aren’t you?" There was a lot of noise from Zuo Li’s end, "Do you have the address?"

"Hmm, what’s the matter?"

"The professors wanted to send their regards, so they sent you some nutritional supplements."

Ying Zijin nodded, "What kind of supplements?"

She didn’t need any nutritional supplements, but they could be divided up for Mu Heqing and the others.

"Let me think—" Zuo Li said, "Eh, I can’t quite remember, but there’s definitely cod liver oil, oh and also ten boxes of pig liver! For blood replenishment!"

Ying Zijin: "..."

She immediately hung up the call.

Zuo Li, who was waiting to take down the address: "???"

**

Online, there was an atmosphere of change, and the news broadcasted the story of the Ying family being banned.

"Well done," Ji Yihang slammed down on the table, very angry, "The Ying family has gone too far."

"Exactly," Ji Li also fumed, "What goes around comes around, it’s finally happening."

Turning his head, Ji Yihang noticed Ji Li was also following the news, with a phone in hand, and couldn’t help but be puzzled, "Xiao Li, what are you doing?"

With a proud sound, Ji Li replied, "I’m voting for God Ying on the charts."

Ji Yihang was confused, "What do you mean by voting on the charts?"

"Ah, you’re old, you wouldn’t understand," Ji Li excitedly manipulated the data, "Anyway, God Ying is my idol. If I didn’t have to conduct experiments, I would definitely have participated in the ISC too."

Ji Li had ranked within the top hundred in the Imperial Capital’s college entrance exam, so her abilities were strong too.

However, direct lineage descendants of the Ji family were all expected to join the Research Institute.

Starting at the age of ten, they would begin conducting simple experiments.

Each experiment was an assessment.

Based on their assessment records, they would later be assigned to laboratories of different ranks.

Ji Li had limited time; she only managed to find time to watch the replays of the ISC international events after the end of her college entrance exams.

And then she became a fan.

"Well, that’s good news," Ji Yihang was also pleased, "When I find Fong Mian, you might be able to meet your idol. After all, she’s your cousin," he added, as he stood up and headed for the bedroom.

He had been to Shanghai City without finding her, but recently there had been sightings of Wen Fengmian in the Imperial Capital.

He wanted to check it out again.

"Xiao Li," Madam Ji frowned slightly, glanced in the direction of the bedroom, and lowered her voice, "You don’t have an idol, and you don’t have a cousin. Did you hear me?"

Ji Li was startled, "Mom?"

"Your father won’t bring them back, father and daughter," Madam Ji stressed firmly, "Go study and stop thinking about these things."

Ji Li pursed her lips, put down the phone, and went to the study.

Ji Yihang came out, unaware of what had just transpired.

As he was about to leave, Madam Ji stopped him.

"Ji Yihang, you barely advanced to your position today," Madam Ji closed her eyes for a moment, "Why would you gamble your future? Have you forgotten how you were implicated more than twenty years ago?"