The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 356 - : 342 Ying Yuexuan, are you worthy? [1 more update]

Chapter 356: 342 Ying Yuexuan, are you worthy? [1 more update]

The time was just at school dismissal, with a steady flow of people at the school gates where many parents and students thronged.

Especially since the parties involved were Ying Zijin and Ying Yuexuan.

Both had quite a reputation at Verdant, with Ying Zijin nearly worshipped as the Academic God by students across all three grades of high school.

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Plus, there was Mong Ru.

Mong Ru’s attire was the latest fashion trend in the imperial capital, different from that of Shanghai City.

But it was not hard to tell she came from a wealthy family and exuded an imposing presence.

Seeing this scene unfold, many students stopped in their tracks, half puzzled and half amazed.

Ying Zijin also halted, turning her head.

Her phoenix eyes were cool and indifferent, bereft of any emotion, like snow on distant mountains.

Hazy and slightly grim with solitude and steepness.

Mong Ru’s expression suddenly stiffened, nearly unable to withstand such a drifting gaze.

A foster daughter, yet possessing such a powerful aura?

Ying Yuexuan choosing this moment to approach Ying Zijin, aside from her genuine desire to see Ying Tianlv, indeed wanted Mong Ru to witness it.

Because she knew well that Ying Zijin wouldn’t bother with her.

With a secret thrill of pleasure, she flaunted to Ying Zijin that her one foot had already stepped into the imperial capital.

“Auntie, you’re quite the comedian,” Xiu Yu also turned, one hand resting on Ying Zijin’s shoulder, while the other pointed at Mong Ru, “Calling her sister and asking for help? Do you know how the Ying Family treated our Zijin?”

This statement caused both Ying Yuexuan and Mong Ru to freeze momentarily.

Ying Yuexuan almost knew what Xiu Yu was about to say, but she couldn’t stop her.

“Auntie, just ask the classmates around, who doesn’t know that the Ying Family used Zijin as a living blood bank? A living blood bank, get it?” Xiu Yu said coldly, “Zijin nearly died in the Ying Family, and now they know to ask for her help? What were they doing before?”

The students who had stopped began speaking up as well.

“Yeah, even though Ying Luwei is the main culprit, God Ying is no Holy Mother. Why should she forgive the Ying Family?”

“They still have the nerve to talk about God Ying’s upbringing. If it were me, and someone from the Ying Family approached, I’d kick them away.”

Ying Yuexuan’s complexion gradually turned ghostly pale.

“So, auntie, I’d advise you to talk less nonsense until you understand the facts. Do you know why Xiao Ming’s grandpa lived to ninety, but you’ll only live to fifty?” Xiu Yu clicked her tongue, “Because Xiao Ming’s grandpa, he never meddles in others’ affairs.”

The surrounding students voiced their disapproval in a chorus of hisses, brimming with mockery.

Before marrying into the Yuan family, Mong Ru was also one of the imperial capital’s socialites and rich ladies, with exceedingly high accomplishments, but even she turned pale with anger at Xiu Yu’s words.

Furthermore, no one had ever spoken to her like that.

Although the Yuan family couldn’t even make the top ten in the imperial capital, they were still a mid-size clan with certain influence.

Mong Ru’s face alternated between green and white, biting her lip, she sneered coldly, “You… you really lack manners!”

“And you, Ying Yuexuan,” Xiu Yu rolled her eyes, ignoring Mong Ru as she looked at Ying Yuexuan, “You there, don’t pretend to have sisterly affection here, calling her ‘sister’. Do you think you qualify?”

She was most annoyed by Ying Yuexuan’s behavior.

Sometimes she was meek and couldn’t speak clearly, at other times she was neither servile nor overbearing.

Needlessly causing misunderstandings and bringing unnecessary trouble to Ying Zijin.

“Really amusing,” Xiu Yu stroked her chin, “You can’t find your brother, so you ask Zijin for help, implying that our Zijin is the true young mistress of the Ying Family? Hm?”

This remark drastically altered Ying Yuexuan’s expression.

More and more stares converged upon her, like thorns on her back that were nearly unbearable.

She had heard people at school say she wasn’t as good in studies, looks, or in arts and sports as Ying Zijin.

But a year ago, that wasn’t what they said.

They said Ying Zijin wasn’t as smart, capable, considerate, or elegant as she was.

Ying Yuexuan had never imagined that in just one year away in O continent, everything would be flipped upside down.

What did she have to compete with Ying Zijin?

Only the status of the young mistress of the Ying Family.

But even that title was a sham.

Yet, she had to cling to it.

Mong Ru was anxious and enraged, but tried to remain tough on the outside, “Yuexuan, let’s go. We shouldn’t stoop to the level of these commoners.”

The two walked away steadily, but their backs betrayed their discomposure.

The students dispersed as well.

Ying Zijin yawned and pulled a small box out of her pocket, handing it to Xiu Yu: “Thanks, for your trouble.”

Xiu Yu knew what was inside the box.

It was a pill.

Beauty-enhancing, skin-firming, and naturally hydrating.

“Alright, Daddy Ying,” Xiu Yu immediately accepted, “If there’s such a good opportunity in the future, count me in.”

Cursing people out to her satisfaction and getting rewarded for it, what a marvelous job she’d do them all!

Ying Zijin’s eyebrows arched, “I rather hope there won’t be a next time.”

Xiu Yu slipped the small box into her backpack: “What’s wrong?”

Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, “Annoying.”

“True,” Xiu Yu pondered, “but since their mouths are on their own faces, there’s no way to make them shut up.”

“Doesn’t matter, won’t see them after high school graduation anyway,” Ying Zijin glanced at her phone, “someone’s coming to pick us up, this way.”

**

In the car.

Mong Ru sat in the back, extremely troubled.

Ying Yuexuan bowed her head, “I’m sorry, Madam Yuan, for causing you embarrassment.”

“It’s not your fault, and it has nothing to do with you,” Mong Ru frowned slightly, “Your aunt really is inhumane.”

She had heard about the incidents within the Ying Family, which made her sympathize even more with Ying Yuexuan.

So young, and yet discarded by her own aunt, fortunately, she was ultimately found and brought back.

“Actually, my aunt…” Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips but remained silent.

She felt Ying Luwei was also quite pitiable; some things she could understand.

Mong Ru looked up again at the girl, her gaze paused briefly.

In front of the girl stood a man wearing a mask.

His stature was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and legs long and strong, a match even international models would struggle against.

Black short hair, light amber pupils, his skin was the color of cold porcelain.

Beyond that, nothing else was visible.

Mong Ru withdrew her gaze.

Ying Zijin was not worth her attention; what mattered most to her now was nurturing Ying Yuexuan.

Ying Yuexuan’s talent in computing was excellent, something the Yuan family needed.

Mong Ru instructed the driver casually, “Drive.”

**

Elsewhere.

Drunken Maple Forest.

This vegetarian restaurant did good business and had an antique architectural style.

Next door was a monastery, and monks would also dine here.

Ling Zhonglou had reserved the largest private room and used his inner strength to seal off the vicinity.

With such a powerful ancient martial artist as him stationed here, nobody dared to approach.

Nie Chao arrived first, not wearing his flamboyant pink suit this time, but dressed properly.

Ling Zhonglou nodded, “Little Young Master Nie, where’s your older brother?”

“My brother’s been swamped, flying abroad frequently these days,” Nie Chao sprawled out as he sat, “Poor me, getting tormented by the old man every day.”

Ling Zhonglou scoffed, “You deserve it. If your grandfather didn’t torment you, you’d get conned out of your pants someday.”

Nie Chao: “…”

He was merely swindled out of affection and money.

After a while, Ying Zijin, Fu Yunshen, and Xiu Yu arrived too.

Xiu Yu, quick on his feet, took the seat next to Ying Zijin before Jiang Ran could claim it.

Jiang Ran’s face turned dark, and he reluctantly sat down next to Ling Zhonglou.

“This is Zijin, isn’t it?” Ling Zhonglou appraised the girl with an approving look, “Huaping always speaks highly of you; truly a phoenix among people.”

“That’s for sure,” Jiang Huaping smiled, “My judgment is always good, never blind.”

Ying Zijin nodded and greeted them.

Fu Yunshen lazily lifted his eyelids, reaching out effortlessly to untie her scarf.

As everyone chatted, the first round of dishes was served.

Jiang Ran immediately picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

“Wait, not everyone is here yet,” Ling Zhonglou spoke up, “Your cousin went shopping at Century Mall and will take a while to get here. You can eat once she arrives.”

With a “clack,” Jiang Ran’s chopsticks dropped to the floor.

It was the first time he showed such a devastated expression, “My cousin is coming?”

Xiu Yu also gaped, “His cousin is coming?”

“Cheeky boy,” Ling Zhonglou smacked his head, laughing though annoyed, “You better not show that face in front of your cousin. After all, you should know, whatever your cousin does to you, your father won’t interfere.”

That was a rule of the Ling Family.

Elders wouldn’t intervene in the affairs of the younger generation; it would disrupt fairness.

Even if it was a battle to the death.

Ying Zijin was seeing Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu reveal such expressions for the first time, “What about his cousin?”

“His cousin—” Fu Yunshen mused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly, unhurriedly, “you’ll find out soon enough.”

Ten minutes later, the door to the private room opened.