The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 340 - : 328 Jiang Moyuan gets hit [2nd update]

Chapter 340: 328 Jiang Moyuan gets hit [2nd update]

She lifted her eyes, gazing directly at the girl.

The hall suddenly fell quiet, even the teachers didn’t speak.

In the entire Verdant Middle School, there was no one who didn’t know about the relationship between Ying Yuexuan and Ying Zijin.

This was a battle between a true lady and a counterfeit one, originally incomparable.

Yet somehow, Ying Zijin always managed to outshine Ying Yuexuan wherever they went.

In studies, sports, arts, and looks.

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Verdant upheld a rigorous academic atmosphere, prizing academic performance and student health above all, with no frivolous activities like electing school beauties or school hunks, though students would occasionally indulge in such discussions for fun.

In the past, the three “Goddesses” unanimously recognized at Verdant included Ying Yuexuan and Zhong Zhiwan.

But since Ying Zijin had moved to Class 19, the so-called “three Goddesses” had become a joke.

When it came to looks, truly no one could compete with her.

“I’m not free, and I don’t want to,” said Ying Zijin as she set the chalk down and nodded towards the teacher.

She ignored Ying Yuexuan and walked straight out of the hall.

Xiu Yu and Jiang Ran naturally stood up as well to follow her out.

Inside the hall, the silence continued to deepen, as more and more gazes converged on Ying Yuexuan.

It was mere curiosity, with no other implication, but Ying Yuexuan felt embarrassed for the first time.

She had asked the question in public, confident that Ying Zijin would surely accept.

But Ying Zijin had not, dismissing her with a casual “I’m not free,” blocking any response she might have had.

The girl beside her noticed Ying Yuexuan’s changed complexion, “Xiao Xuan?”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Yuexuan stood up, speaking slowly, “Indeed, it’s time for class to end, let’s head back too.”

**

Tonight, Zhong Manhua returned home with Ying Zhenting.

The reason she had gone out was to pick up Ying Zhenting.

Ying Zhenting had finished all of his affairs in O continent, and this time he would be staying in Shanghai City for good.

Zhong Manhua was very happy, and the couple celebrated on their own, which is why only Ying Yuexuan stayed at the old mansion last night.

Seeing the housekeeper and several servants were absent, Zhong Manhua was puzzled, “Xiao Xuan, have you seen your uncle the housekeeper?”

The housekeeper always lived at the Ying Family home, going back to his own place only on weekends.

Ying Yuexuan’s hands were still a bit cold as she replied softly, “Brother let him go.”

“Let him go?” Zhong Manhua was surprised, “Your elder brother came back?”

Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, recounting the events of the previous day.

“What?” Ying Zhenting frowned, “He dared to take the master’s possessions?”

He slammed the table, “Tianlv did the right thing. Such betrayal deserves dismissal.”

He made no mention of the housekeeper and the servants speaking ill of Ying Zijin behind her back.

“Your father is right,” agreed Zhong Manhua, always siding with Ying Zhenting, nodding, “Xiao Xuan, focus on your studies; you shouldn’t worry about such matters.”

Ying Yuexuan’s voice dropped even lower, “Dad, Mom, I understand.”

“Xiao Xuan, aren’t you participating in some competition?” Zhong Manhua suddenly remembered, smiling, “How’s that going? Any results yet?”

“Yes, I’ve passed the preliminary round, and now it’s the second round,” said Ying Yuexuan. “It’s a global competition, and I am ranked 786th worldwide.”

“That impressive?” Zhong Manhua was pleased. “Wait until the weekend, Mom will take you shopping for clothes.”

Ying Yuexuan clenched her pen, uttered a word of thanks, then returned to her room.

A sense of confusion and fear suddenly surged within her heart.

She knew that Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting valued her largely because she was sufficiently excellent, a source of pride.

Zhong Manhua was already excited knowing she was 786th globally; what would her reaction be if she knew that Ying Zijin went straight to the international competition?

Ying Yuexuan dared not think further and forced herself to start doing homework.

**

Meanwhile.

At the Jiang Family Old Mansion.

After Ye Suhe came out of the Buddha Hall, she saw Jiang Moyuan sitting on the sofa, his whole body exuding restlessness, with dark circles of fatigue under his eyes.

“What happened?” she moved closer and sat down. “Is it because of Ying Zijin?”

Jiang Moyuan loosened his tie, his irritability grew.

If he hadn’t sent Ying Zijin back to the Ying Family to be Ying Luwei’s living blood bank, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

“Alright, stop fretting, take this.” Ye Suhe placed a small sachet into Jiang Moyuan’s shirt pocket. “Go see her tomorrow, she’ll agree to leave with you.”

“However, she is still young, and there are things she should not do, you’d better understand that. Even after the marriage, there is no need to rush for a few years.”

She was helping Jiang Moyuan achieve his desires but didn’t want him to drown in pleasures of the flesh.

Jiang Moyuan frowned, “What is this?”

“A special spice, I bought it from a practitioner of ancient medicine,” Ye Suhe placed the tea leaves in and said indifferently, “It’s very precious, only a little left.”

“Spice?” Jiang Moyuan’s frown deepened, “Does it harm the body? And what is ancient medicine?”

He had heard of traditional Chinese medicine, but never ancient medicine.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t,” Ye Suhe boiled the tea, “it will just make you appear to her as someone she likes for a short while.”

Jiang Moyuan’s expression changed, “Mom!”

“Young lady, it’s just a liking for a face,” Ye Suhe knew what he was thinking, “If she likes Fu Yunshen today, she can like you tomorrow.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little deception, Mom is very clear about it, there won’t be any trouble.”

Just as Jiang Moyuan was about to say something else, Ye Suhe carried the tea set upstairs.

His gaze shifted, but he still didn’t take out that sachet.

**

It was also because of the Jiang family’s actions that Jiang Ran paid more attention to Ye Suhe again.

He told everything he knew.

“Daddy Ying, that vixen is very scheming,” Jiang Ran frowned slightly, “When she came to the Jiang family, she was only 18, and my mom was already 10.”

“My grandmother was always unwell, and after she passed away, that vixen rightfully became the Matriarch of the Jiang family at the time, and four years later, she gave birth to Jiang Moyuan.”

“Wait a minute,” Xiu Yu gestured to stop, “Wasn’t Old Master Jiang already over fifty at that time?”

Jiang Ran sneered lightly at this point, “So, I’m saying my grandfather really had stamina, disgusting.”

Ying Zijin calmly said, “Maybe things are not that simple.”

Struggles within major clans are never as simple as they appear on the surface.

It’s just too much trouble, she doesn’t mind watching,

“Who cares, I’ve already told my mom anyway,” Jiang Ran scoffed coldly. “If they really dare to marry you off, I’ll have my dad send people to take down the Jiang family.”

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.

She was well aware of the rules of the Ancient Martial World, a common understanding among all the major ancient martial arts families.

Ancient martial artists are not allowed to participate in the struggles between the major families and forces of the Secular World.

After all, ancient martial artists are too powerful a bug on their own, if they act, how could ordinary families survive?

Xiu Yu sighed, “Jiang Ran, it seems you’re really not a biological child.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

When the school bell rang, Ying Zijin packed her bag and exited the school gates.

Wen Fengmian set a rule for her, that she must be home by eight o’clock.

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Xiu Yu was off racing, and Jiang Ran went to play basketball, so they didn’t follow her.

Outside the school gate.

Amid the crowd, Jiang Moyuan saw the girl, alone.

The frown on his brow eased as he approached, “Xiao Jin.”

Regardless, Ye Suhe wouldn’t have lied to him.

He was a businessman, accustomed to being unscrupulous.

Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks, glanced at him, said nothing, but walked towards a small alley.

Jiang Moyuan hesitated, a hard-to-describe sense of joy welled up in his heart, and he quickly followed.

This was a dead-end street with a pile of garbage on the side, a place few people came by.

“Mr. Jiang, I seem to have told you something before as well.” Ying Zijin turned around, “Don’t let me see you, otherwise, every time I do—”

She lifted her foot and kicked directly towards Jiang Moyuan’s abdomen.

Taken by surprise, Jiang Moyuan fell to the ground, a sharp pain surging through him, his face instantly turning pale.

The girl’s voice was indifferent, “I’ll hit you.”

That sentence tightened Jiang Moyuan’s heart, and he struggled to catch his breath, “Do you hate me that much? Because of Ying Luwei? Because I didn’t protect you back then?”

“Mr. Jiang, don’t flatter yourself,” Ying Zijin crouched down, her tone even, “My brother doesn’t like it when I fight, so last time, I didn’t hit you, I don’t want him to see it.”

“Brother?” Jiang Moyuan felt absurd, “You see him as a brother?”

That day, when he saw Fu Yunshen, he had noticed a change in the way Fu Yunshen looked at Ying Zijin.

No longer as a brother looks at a sister, but as a man looks at a woman.

After making sure Jiang Moyuan was able to go to a hospital, Ying Zijin let go and picked up her bag.

Just then, she caught a faint scent.

It was barely there, lingering at the tip of her nose.

Ying Zijin lowered her head, her gaze once again falling on Jiang Moyuan.