The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 096 Fu Yunshen: She is my cure [2 updates]

Half of it above, half below, the middle lodged inside the table.

Even sawdust was fluttering down.

“…”

The entire canteen fell silent in an instant as if all the noise had been carried away by that single chopstick.

Jiang Ran had been watching Ying Zijin the entire time, so there was no way he could have missed it.

His hand unconsciously loosened, and the tray he was holding clattered down.

Food from the plate spilled all over his junior.

The junior didn’t shout this time because he was too dumbfounded.

Not just him, all the students who saw this were dumbfounded.

It was as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhong Zhiwan stared at the chopstick barely half an inch from her plate, her mind buzzing with noise: “…”

She couldn’t believe what she saw and looked at Ying Zijin, her lips trembling.

If that chopstick had been off by even a little bit, it wouldn’t have lodged in the table but…

Zhong Zhiwan didn’t dare think further; her school uniform was already soaked with cold sweat, and her breathing was erratic.

Her body kept shaking, and she didn’t even have the strength to stand up.

The girl next to her was also terribly frightened and tugged on Zhong Zhiwan’s sleeve.

Nobody had seen how the chopstick flew out of the girl’s hand.

But that wasn’t important.

What mattered was, how did Ying Zijin manage to lodge a wooden chopstick into the table?

The canteen remained as silent as death, all eyes converging on the girl.

Ying Zijin picked up another pair of chopsticks and found a seat by the window to sit down.

“What’re you looking at?” Jiang Ran swept his gaze around, scoffed coldly, “Haven’t had your fill yet? Want me to gouge out your eyes and paste them in front of you to watch?”

Students immediately withdrew their gazes and buried their heads in frenzied eating.

Jiang Ran lifted his chin slightly, finally feeling a bit better.

It seemed his prestige as the school tyrant was still intact.

Xiu Yu bit into an apple and sat down as well.

As if she hadn’t recovered either, after a few seconds, she spoke with difficulty, “Daddy Ying, just now you…”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Zijin picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks, nonchalantly, “just forgot to hold back my strength.”

Her hand’s strength was too much, which she needed to change.

Xiu Yu suddenly found the apple in her mouth tasteless.

Forgetting to hold back, she lodged a chopstick into the table.

If she really exerted her strength, smashing an iron hammer would also be effortless, right?

She suddenly felt a little scared.

Xiu Yu looked at the girl thoughtfully.

Being able to exert strength to this level meant that even if one was not a genuine ancient martial artist, they must have some connection to ancient martial arts.

But after the arrival of the 21st century, ancient martial artists rarely appeared.

Xiu Yu didn’t know if it was related to the rapid development of technology. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

The once flourishing and prosperous ancient martial families in the imperial capital had almost all withdrawn into obscurity.

Jiang Ran was only a beginner in ancient martial arts, not an ancient martial artist.

Because he trained incorrectly, the Inner Strength in his body became chaotic, which affected his temper and emotions, so he needed medication to assist him.

Genuine ancient martial artists were too rare.

The Ancient Martial World wasn’t a place just anyone could enter; it was even more mysterious than the Ancient medical field.

Xiu Yu was certain that their Daddy Ying definitely had something to do with ancient martial arts.

Perhaps there was a master from the Ancient Martial World.

But she didn’t ask.

As long as she could see Jiang Ran being put in his place, she was elated and could also chat with Sister Huaping.

Thinking of this, Xiu Yu regained her appetite and ate another big apple.

**

3:30 in the morning.

It was quiet, so quiet that not even the nightingales made a sound.

Fu Yunshen opened his eyes and awakened on the bed in his single apartment.

He lay silent for about five minutes before slowly sitting up.

In his bewitching peach-blossom eyes, a faint trace of blood vessels surfaced.

He didn’t know how many times he had this nightmare, and even after three years of in-depth hypnotic therapy, he still couldn’t escape from it.

Every time he closed his eyes, there was bloodshed.

Explosions, gunshots, and screams lingered in his ears.

It was also his inescapable past.

Fu Yunshen poured a glass of water and walked to the balcony.

In the distance were brightly lit buildings; Shanghai City was always a city that never slept.

At this moment his cellphone rang.

The caller was Nie Yi.

Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he answered, “Hello?”

“Yunshen, I’m back in the imperial capital,” Nie Yi’s voice was deep, “The matter isn’t settled yet, and I need you to take care of Nie Chao a little longer.”

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen pressed on the corner of his eyes, somewhat helplessly, “You need to call me about this late at night?”

Nie Yi was silent for a moment before speaking again, “No, it’s because Xuesheng told me you’ve been experiencing major emotional fluctuations, afraid that you might do something extreme.”

Yu Xuesheng was the Psychologist specially hired for Ying Zijin and the second-ranked Hypnotist on the NOK list.

Fu Yunshen calmly affirmed.

His emotions were indeed being monitored.