Jiang Ran’s spirit lifted, "Dad, Dad are you back from your fun trip?"
For some reason, every time he saw Ying Zijin, he felt a great sense of security.
Ying Zijin glanced at him without a word.
But the meaning was clear—
How come you’re not locked up yet?
Jiang Ran: "..."
Patriarch Fan was interrupted, which irritated him greatly.
He looked at the girl, and his face darkened, "And who might you be?"
Not only Patriarch Fan, but the Elders Council of the Ling Family was also seeing Ying Zijin formally for the first time.
Portraits of Ying Zijin had long been intercepted by Fu Yunshen, and no clan had been able to secure one.
But her appearance was too remarkable.
The Great Elder gaped at her, and suddenly rumors of the past days sprung to mind.
The number one of the younger generation in the Ancient Medical Field, Ying Zijin.
A high level of medical skills, and also good-looking.
In her presence, Xie Nian simply didn’t measure up.
Could it be...
"Mas... Miss Ying!" Foo Chen’s eyes lit up, "I’ve been at the Ling Family for nearly a day, and I have finally managed to wait for you."
"Uh-huh," Ying Zijin drawled, "Didn’t you come to sleep?"
Foo Chen: "..."
The Great Elder finally found his voice again.
He stepped forward with a grave look, "May I inquire if the young lady here is Miss Zijin?"
Ying Zijin looked up slightly, neither warm nor distant, "You’re too kind."
The Great Elder was pleasantly surprised, "It really is Miss Ying, the Ling Family has failed to extend a proper welcome."
"It’s fine," Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I didn’t come for the Ling Family, so no need for a welcome."
The Great Elder’s expression froze.
He could certainly discern the implication in Ying Zijin’s words.
Not for the Ling Family, but for Ling Zhonglou’s faction.
With Ying Zijin present, Ling Zhonglou’s position as the head of the family was unshakeable.
Patriarch Fan couldn’t believe it, "You? You are Ying Zijin?!"
Ever since Ying Zijin’s name reached the Ancient Martial World, many families had wanted to connect with her.
Of course, the Fan Family wanted to as well.
As long as they could establish a connection with Ying Zijin, would they even need to worry about not having access to Ancient Medicine?
But how could the Ling Family know Ying Zijin, and even get her to arrange for someone from Ancient Medicine to come help them?!
Patriarch Fan’s mind buzzed, and he could hardly stand steady.
"The affair between the Foo Family and the Heavenly Medical Sect is none of the Fan Family’s business," Ying Zijin turned her head, her gaze serene, "The Ling Family will have their Ancient Medicine, but the Fan Family might not."
Patriarch Fan stood there stiffly, blood rushing to his head.
In an instant, the emotion known as regret submerged his heart.
He could barely catch his breath.
Patriarch Fan opened his mouth to speak, "Miss Zijin, I didn’t mean that, I..."
"No matter what you meant, you already came here to pressure and coerce. Do you want to save face?" Jiang Ran gained confidence, "Someone, throw this old thing out!"
Now, the standing of Ling Zhonglou and Jiang Ran within the Ling Family was not like before.
The protectors didn’t wait for instructions from the Great Elder, they just grabbed Patriarch Fan and dragged him out forcefully.
The three Ancient Medicine practitioners that Patriarch Fan had sent through his butler last time had also returned to the Heavenly Medical Sect.
They had no sentiment towards the Fan Family, whom they considered just former business partners.
In their hearts, Ying Zijin’s standing was naturally higher.
The Great Elder glanced at the girl’s silhouette, "How do you know Miss Ying? Why didn’t you mention it sooner?"
"Huh?" Jiang Ran puzzled, "Didn’t I say my high school classmates are all very impressive? She’s one of them."
The Great Elder was at a loss for words.
He had thought those high school classmates were just ordinary people from the Secular World.
How impressive could ordinary people be?
Now, just the fact that Jiang Ran had a connection with Ying Zijin was enough to shut up everyone in the Ling Family.
The Great Elder’s expression was complicated.
No one expected that the Ling Family would have a day like today.
**
Inside the room.
Ying Zijin hugged her pillow onto the bed and glanced at the man in front of the computer, "What are you doing?"
"I’ve booked the plane tickets for next month to O continent, the hotel is also arranged, and ah—" Fu Yunshen paused, "There’s a human-shaped pillow too, plus some delicious desserts."
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, "Chief, spit it out. With all your thoughtfulness, what are you plotting?"
He had a plot indeed. Fu Yunshen walked over, propping one hand on the bed frame, his head lowered, "Accompany me to the internal party of the Venus Group, how about that?"
The light reflected in his eyes, tinting them with a soft, warm tone.
Ying Zijin averted his gaze, "Sure, boyfriend."
Fu Yunshen pinched her face, chuckling low, "My girl is really considerate."
Just in time—he didn’t want to mix with Ian and that bunch of single dogs.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Fu Yunshen glanced at it and picked up the computer, "Yaoyao, you rest. I’ll step out for a bit."
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