The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: 538 Don’t Mess With Little Ancestor Emperor Ying [3 Updates]

The punishment of being placed on probation could have been rescinded.

Once Yan Anhe achieved some accomplishment in the medical field in the future, she could just talk to the department of medicine and do them a favor to have it removed.

Given enough time, no one would remember what Yan Anhe had done.

But now, Imperial Capital University had expelled her, and there was no turning back.

But for Yan Ruoxue, this was not the most important matter.

What mattered most was that she had been dismissed from her position as well, effective immediately, with no grace period, and she didn’t even need to perform her own leaving procedures.

The dean of the biology department had announced she could get lost.

Yan Ruoxue didn’t teach many classes at Imperial Capital University, just one large lecture a week.

But the salary was not low, and she also had a reputation to uphold.

Without this job, she had lost a source of income and her network.

Yan Anhe felt as though the room had gone dark, her voice trembling, "Auntie, what did you say?"

She was expelled from Imperial Capital University?!

Wasn’t it just probation?

How could this have happened?

"You still have the nerve to ask me what I’m saying?" Yan Ruoxue said angrily, "Who on earth did you manage to offend?"

She didn’t even consider Ying Zijin.

Ying Zijin was just a student at Imperial Capital University and did not have the power to get her fired from the biology department.

Yan Anhe felt a tightness in her chest and a spasmodic pain; she murmured, "How could this happen?"

She couldn’t think of anything she had done that would have implicated Yan Ruoxue as well.

"Yan Anhe, this is the last time I’m warning you," Yan Ruoxue spoke coldly, "return from the Ancient Medical World right now, don’t go anywhere else, the Ji Family is choosing their heir next week."

"If you cause any more trouble before I take control of the Ji Family, don’t blame me for cutting ties with you! I won’t care about you anymore!"

Having said that, Yan Ruoxue hung up the phone in anger.

The assistant kept his head down, afraid the anger would spill onto him as well.

Only when Yan Ruoxue asked him, "How are things in the O Continent?" did he look up.

"Everything is ready," the assistant hurriedly answered, "Professor Manuel will send someone over to fully support you, don’t worry, besides you, nobody else in the Ji Family has connections with the top international laboratories."

Choosing the heir to the Ji Family also depends on international connections.

Indeed, only Yan Ruoxue had entered the top international laboratories.

Not even Wen Fengmian could.

Yan Ruoxue gave a grunt of acknowledgment, her mood slightly appeased.

It seemed that the position of heir could only belong to her.

When the time came, she would drive out everyone she disliked.

This included Wen Fengmian, and Ying Zijin as well.

**

Shanghai City.

Today was November 11th; at five o’clock in the morning, Old Master Zhong went to the Mausoleum alone.

He placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the headstone, and after lighting three sticks of incense, he slowly sat down.

"Old Man Fu, you can rest assured," Old Master Zhong was silent for a long while before speaking, "The Boy Fu is doing very well; he’s the president of the Venus Group for the Asia-Pacific Region, surpassing several of your Fu Families, even the wealthy families of the capital can’t compare."

"Also, those who bullied him have met with retribution; although I’ve told you before, you have a bad memory, so I’ll repeat it a few times to make you happy."

The photograph on the tombstone was of Old Master Fu when he was young.

Wearing military attire, his features sharp and distinguished, he appeared noble and striking.

It seemed as if time had not passed, and everything remained unchanged.

"You really think I can’t see through your little scheme?" Old Master Zhong said, his eyes beginning to turn red, and he wiped them, "You’ve long wanted your rotten kid to marry my granddaughter, and you didn’t tell me, just freeloading and bumming around."

"That wish of yours has also been fulfilled. When they get married, I’ll buy some liquor, and we’ll drink a pot together."

"That game of chess we played back then, I never touched it, it’s still preserved to this day..."

Old Master Zhong rambled on for quite some time, not leaving the Mausoleum until noon.

His figure had aged considerably.

In the old Zhong Family estate, Steward Zhong was overseeing the servants in the kitchen.

Hearing noises, he came out and smiled, "Master Zhong, Miss Zijin is returning this afternoon; why didn’t you wait for her and went alone?"

"No, absolutely not. I can’t wait for her," Old Master Zhong waved his hand dismissively, muttering, "If that girl saw her grandpa crying, where would I put my life’s reputation?"

Steward Zhong didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and was at a loss for words.

The old master really cared about his face.

At that moment, the door to the old estate opened again, and a calm voice came from the entrance: "Grandpa, who’s been crying?"

Old Master Zhong immediately stood up straight and coughed a few times authoritatively before turning around and pointing at Steward Zhong: "Your steward grandfather has been crying, just now he was bawling his eyes out, ah, it was quite a sight, I was just consoling him."

Fortunately, he had already wiped away his tears; otherwise, it would’ve been quite the scene.

Steward Zhong: "???"

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly and said unhurriedly, "Grandpa, lying is not a good habit."

Old Master Zhong: "..."