The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 521

Chapter 521: 475 The Real Xiu Family Young Miss【3 More】

The popularity of "Youth 202" far outstripped that of "Youth 101", and since Skywalk Entertainment went under, the resources for the debutants from "Youth 101" have greatly declined.

Xiu Yan did have quite a few resources, including several luxury brand endorsements.

But those brands gave her those deals out of respect for the Xiu Family, having nothing to do with Skywalk Entertainment.

Xiu Yan was clear about that, if she really obstinately continued to stay in the entertainment industry, she wouldn’t have any income.

Rather than that, it indeed made more sense to retire.

Anyway, after her identity was exposed by netizens, she had accepted interviews, saying that one day she would undoubtedly return to her family business.

Her fans were actually happy for her.

[ @Xiu YanV: I’m not completely leaving. Next month at the Hua Country Calligrapher Association, there’s a calligraphy exhibition where my work has been selected. If you are in the capital, you can come and see it. ]

[Support Yan Bao, I will definitely go!]

[Yan Bao’s calligraphy is unique, so amazing that she can be selected for a national-level exhibition at such a young age.]

As Xiu Yan was about to return to being an ordinary person, her fans praised her as much as they could.

[Don’t go thinking she’s unique, have you forgotten how God Ying trounced her in the competition?]

[Oh, speaking of that, I died laughing, she thought her calligraphy was amazing, challenged God Ying in a weird way, ended up being publicly humiliated, and even gave God Ying money, haven’t seen anyone dumber than that.]

Ying Zijin’s popularity later skyrocketed, and many netizens began digging up her past news and messages.

The live broadcast by Xiu Yan at the time was also screen-recorded and uploaded online.

It didn’t have many views originally, but now it was trending.

There were even professional calligraphy masters who analyzed Ying Zijin’s calligraphy, constantly praising it.

Lay netizens might not understand all these, but they couldn’t fail to understand the ratings given by the website.

[So what if she was trounced? At least Yan Bao is a trainee at the Hua Country Calligraphy Artists Association, and Ying Zijin isn’t.]

[I beg you, stop comparing yourself with God Ying. God Ying is all-rounded; she’ll give you a scare from time to time. Maybe she is also part of the Calligraphers Association? Really, isn’t it good to just live well?]

[It’s good to retire. If you keep overestimating yourself and trying to step on God Ying, God Ying is the Executive Director of Chuguang Media, can’t she just ban a star like you?]

The smile on Xiu Yan’s face gradually congealed, and after blocking and deleting the netizens who made these comments, she logged out of Weibo.

She began to touch up her makeup, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became, breaking a lipstick in half.

Xiu Yan got up with a cold face and happened to run into Xiu Yu, who was dressed in his racing suit and ready to go practice driving.

Her gaze turned icy, but she spoke in a very light voice, "Xiao Yu, you finally decided to come back. The elders at home have all been anxiously waiting for you."

"What brand of green tea are you, acting so well?" Xiu Yu, holding his helmet, turned around and raised an eyebrow, "I should pay them some advertising fees to repackage you."

"Your green-tea act is suffocating me, please cover it up a little."

"Xiu Yu, I know you feel unjust inside." Xiu Yan smiled, "You don’t know, do you? They say it’s your welcome party, but in reality, it’s my engagement party. My fiancé should have been yours."

"The nobles from the capital that grandfather has invited are all here to support my side."

"So what if you are the true young lady of the Xiu Family? You’re still going to be stepped on by me, aren’t you?"

"Right, your grandfather, not mine." Xiu Yu couldn’t care less to argue with her, "What fiancé, whoever wants to marry you is welcome to it."

Xiu Yan couldn’t maintain her smile anymore, her face turning green with rage: "Xiu Yu, you..."

Xiu Yu didn’t bother with her anymore and left the Xiu house for the racing track.

The racing track was silent, with only a few cars scattered about, and the track was covered with dust and fallen leaves, evidently not cleaned for a long time.

Since the number one racecar driver died on the spot in a car accident, the Xiu Family hadn’t won anything notable in racing these past few years, and this year had given up altogether.

Old Master Xiu had also diverted the racing team’s funds to Xiu Yan and her brother.

But this racing team was still established by her father Xiu Shaoning, and she couldn’t just let it dissipate.

Xiu Yu was preparing to participate in this year’s F1 event.

During the years when her hand was injured, she still practiced with some regular level racing events.

After getting into the car, Xiu Yu sent a message to Ying Zijin.

[Daddy Ying, I’m really at my wit’s end, what is she showing off to me for? Just because she’s taken the arranged marriage I didn’t want? Isn’t that like picking up my cast-off shoes? What about the Ji Family? Do I have to take a fancy to them?]

It wasn’t until six o’clock, dinner time, that Ying Zijin replied.

[You had an arranged marriage with the Ji Family?]

Xiu Yu shrugged his shoulders and continued typing.

[I had forgotten about that whole thing. That Ji Yundong, I’ve never even met him. Who knows if he’s a donkey or a horse? I’m picky about looks – the slightest flaw is a no-go. I’m afraid that upon seeing him, I might punch him on impulse.]

Contemplating the name, Ying Zijin paused for a moment.

She had met Ji Yundong today, the young man by Ji Yiyuan’s side.

At 22 years old, he was quite ordinary, nothing particularly remarkable about him.

In terms of capability in scientific research, he was far behind Ji Li.

Moreover, he was already starting to go bald.

Ying Zijin arched an eyebrow.

[Do you need me to introduce you to someone?]

[No need, I plan on enjoying a few more years of freedom.]

[Your plan?]

[Don’t worry, everything’s ready. Just waiting for Xiu Yan, that green-tea b*tch, to jump right in.]

Ji Yihang was often absent all night, sleeping in the laboratory, with his record being one month straight. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}