The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: 063 This is just so arrogant [1 update]

Could it be that she was relying on that playboy, Fu Yunshen?

How long could that last?

The more she thought about Jiang Moyuan’s attitude towards her these past few days, the more Ying Luwei’s heart fluttered with panic.

Although she knew that the stock market fluctuations had caused the Jiang Corporation to lose a lot, she was still a bit scared.

Because she suffered from hemophilia, Old Madam Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but seeing that she was the number one socialite of Shanghai City, she had agreed to the arrangement.

So, she absolutely couldn’t afford any mishaps before she married into the Jiang Family.

This Weibo incident might not affect her status and reputation in the circle of nobles, but there would always be people gossiping.

Old Madam Ying had gotten a daughter like Ying Luwei late in life, and the entire Ying Family doted on her, placing her at the very center of their hearts, utterly unwilling for Ying Luwei to suffer the slightest grievance.

“Haven’t gotten through on the phone yet?” Old Madam Ying looked at Zhong Manhua beside her and sneered with a cold irony, “See, what did I say? You can’t domesticate the wild!”

The Ying Family didn’t care about supporting one more person, but adopting a foster daughter was simply misguided kindness.

In her opinion, just donate whatever blood and pay whatever money.

Keep it all clean and simple.

If it weren’t for the matter concerning Ying Luwei, Old Madam Ying would not have condescended to come to this little street-side milk tea shop.

Zhong Manhua was also very annoyed.

Her calls had been blocked, and even if she changed numbers, as soon as she spoke and Ying Zijin recognized her voice, she would hang up the phone and then block the number.

She had stubbornly approached Elder Zhong, hoping he would intervene, but also hit a wall.

Elder Zhong scolded her outright, accusing her of not recognizing favors and confusing kinship, where could she get the face to go to him again?

“Mom, don’t worry, don’t worry,” Ying Luwei comforted Old Madam Ying, “Xiao Jin is angry with Sister-in-law, please don’t blame Sister-in-law.”

She glanced at her watch on her wrist and smiled, “It’s five forty now, there are ten minutes left until Verdant’s school is dismissed, let’s just wait here, we’ll definitely see Xiao Jin.”

Old Madam Ying cast a cold glance at Zhong Manhua, and her expression softened slightly, “Weiwei, you’re the sensible one.”

Ying Luwei did not speak again, her gaze fixed on the school gate.

No matter what it took, she had to make Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.

**

After sleeping through a self-study class, Ying Zijin had finally rested enough.

It just so happened to be time for dismissal, and students were leaving in groups.

She yawned, stood up without packing her books, just hung her backpack over her shoulder, picked up her school jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.

Next to the bulletin board on the ground floor of the teaching building, the student council was decorating the board.

Zhong Zhiwan, as the Minister of Organizational Department, was holding a folder and directing the group.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, shifted her gaze sideways, and caught a glimpse of the girl who turned out from the staircase in front of her, almost unintentionally.

Long legs, a slender waist, every curve was just perfectly lovely.

A button of her shirt had come undone, giving a carelessly chic appearance, revealing a clear collarbone, her skin soft and warm.

She was stunningly beautiful.

So much so that students of every grade kept turning their heads to look, their attention completely captured.

Zhong Zhiwan lowered her head, her eyes became focused for a moment.

The Minister of Publicity Department, a girl, looked on with envy, “Ying Zijin has really changed so much, before she always walked with her head down, no one noticed how pretty she was.”

She was so beautiful that it left people devoid of even the thought of jealousy.

Zhong Zhiwan’s demeanor remained indifferent, “Stop looking and hurry up so you can go home.”

The girl withdrew her gaze somewhat reluctantly and started gossiping, “Speaking of which, Ying Zijin has also signed up for the arts festival competition this time.”

Zhong Zhiwan frowned, “She signed up for the arts festival competition?”

“Not only did she sign up, but she also signed up for several events,” said the girl, “Aside from calligraphy and Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting, that’s just too impressive.”

“You’re thinking too much,” Zhong Zhiwan shook her head, “She’s probably short of money.”

The girl was taken aback, “Short of money?”

“She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home,” Zhong Zhiwan said absentmindedly as she doodled on the paper, “She probably saw the generous prize money of the arts festival and wanted to give it a try.”

She certainly didn’t believe that Ying Zijin knew anything about art.

Whether it was calligraphy or Chinese painting, to achieve mastery in them, talent alone was not enough— one also needed a good teacher.

And how could someone from a small county town afford to invite renowned masters?

“I see…” the girl felt it was a pity, “I thought she signed up because she was skilled.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s eyelashes fluttered down, and after a pause, she suddenly said, “Could you give me a sign-up form for the arts festival?”

The girl was surprised, “Zhiwan, you want to sign up? Don’t you look down on these things?”