The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: 075 Slapping their faces openly

The voice, although habitually cold, was even-toned.

Such a casual utterance of “Miss Ying” shocked the secretary so much that he couldn’t regain his composure for quite a while.

Jiang Moyuan’s actions also froze abruptly.

The usually indifferent expression on his face shattered in an instant, revealing an incredibly incredulous look.

Ying Zijin paused, then turned around.

She lifted the brim of her hat slightly, her phoenix eyes veiled with a hazy mist, “Mr. Nie.”

“You’re too kind,” Nie Yi replied slowly, “Miss Ying assisted my younger brother, and I have yet to thank her.”

Ying Zijin, however, wasn’t surprised and nodded slightly, “I have a bit of understanding, it wasn’t really me who saved him.”

She had said that first sentence upon meeting as a casual remark, which could fool Nie Chao, the sweet and naive one.

But fooling Fu Yunshen or Nie Yi was not possible.

After stepping into the 21st century, diviners gradually disappeared from the public eye, but not entirely. However, only a few were truly proficient.

Major clans usually had their own Feng Shui Master.

“Regardless, Miss Ying still warned my younger brother.” Nie Yi paused for a moment, “If you have time, I’d like to treat you to a meal.”

“Sure.” Ying Zijin nodded lightly, “If Mr. Nie doesn’t have anything else, I’ll be leaving now.”

“There is actually something,” Nie Yi fell silent briefly before asking a question left untouched, “What does Miss Ying like?”

“…”

Jiang Moyuan’s jaw tensed, and his face looked unpleasant.

The secretary was shocked, his mind buzzed again, Nie Yi’s words had once more blown his sense of direction away.

Initially, he had followed Jiang Moyuan to Qingshui County to pick up Ying Zijin; how could he not know exactly what she was worth?

Poor in studies, yet wishing to climb up by depending on men, it was highly disagreeable.

But now?

The legitimate grandchild of Imperial Capital’s Nie Family actually asked Ying Zijin what she liked?

Wasn’t this a blatant slap in their faces?

Ying Zijin’s eyebrows raised slightly: “Good food.”

“I understand.” Nie Yi thought for a moment, now knowing how to reply to Fu Yunshen, “Let me drive Miss Ying back.”

“There’s no need for the trouble,” Ying Zijin yawned, “Also, thank you for today, Mr. Nie.”

Nie Yi didn’t insist: “Until next time.”

He glanced at his watch, also ready to leave.

On his way out, he didn’t even spare a glance for the two people beside him, as if they weren’t worth a look.

The secretary didn’t know what Jiang Moyuan was thinking. He felt both embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Especially standing at the entrance of the King Club, with the constant flow of people and eyes drifting over from time to time.

After all, no one in Shanghai City didn’t recognize Jiang Moyuan.

The Nie Family’s legitimate grandchild ignored them but stopped to speak with a foster daughter instead.

With his head down, the secretary’s face burned with embarrassment: “Sire, we…”

“Cancel today’s engagements,” Jiang Moyuan said, the pressure around him noxious and his countenance terrifyingly cold, “Push back other matters to three days later, say I need to rest.”

The secretary was startled.

Jiang Moyuan was extremely diligent at work, often pulling all-nighters, barely resting all year round.

This was unexpected…

But the secretary dared not ask further: “Yes, sir.”

He bowed slightly, then opened the car door, managing a smile: “Sire, this Second Miss Ying really is capable; seeing that one path wasn’t working for you, she switched her target.”

“Just a month ago, she was with Seventh Young Master Fu. Isn’t this a bit too fast?”

Jiang Moyuan remained silent, his lips pressed tightly, knowing those were just words of consolation.

To get involved with the Nie Family’s legitimate grandchild?

Forget the Four major noble families of Shanghai; even some medium-sized wealthy families in the Imperial Capital didn’t qualify.