The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 446 - 407 Emperor Ying Covers Up Shortcomings

Chapter 446: Chapter 407: Emperor Ying Covers Up Shortcomings, One Punch Explodes [1 Update]

Chapter 446: Chapter 407: Emperor Ying Covers Up Shortcomings, One Punch Explodes [1 Update]

The sachet was indeed not very well made, and there were many pebbles on the ground.

With that kick, the brown-haired young man meant not only to humiliate Feng Yue, but within moments, he had trampled the sachet to pieces.

The silk fabric tore, and the medicinal herbs Ying Zijin had put inside scattered on the ground, now tainted with dust.

It was obviously completely unusable now.

Feng Yue watched, eyes nearly bursting with fury, but he was utterly powerless to stop it.

With a glance filled with disdain, the young man lifted his foot and kicked the torn sachet away: “I thought you had something good in there, but this is it? As expected, just poverty-stricken rubbish.”

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He always looked down on Eastern people.

Whenever Easterners came here to study, he would bully them whenever he felt like it if he took an issue with them.

This time, it involved Irina, and the brown-haired young man was even less tolerant.

Having not gotten into a fight for the past few days, he had been itching for one. Who asked this boy to carelessly run into his line of fire?

“I warn you, behave yourself on someone else’s turf,” said the young man, raising his hand and once again throwing a punch at Feng Yue’s face, his laugh mocking, “Some words we just say can indeed be spoken freely, but not by you, because you’re not qualified, got it?”

After delivering that final warning, he finally let go.

Slumped against the wall, Feng Yue collapsed onto the ground with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

It took a long while before the ringing in his ears stopped, and he struggled to stand.

Feng Yue pursed his lips, walked over to the trash can, picked up the damaged sachet, and put it back into his pocket.

He didn’t go back to the market but instead returned to his apartment building wearing a mask.

There were just over a hundred qualifying for the international competition globally, so they all stayed in the same apartment complex.

The only difference was that male students lived on lower floors, female students on higher floors, with males not allowed to visit the upper floors.

The ground floor included a self-service supermarket that had everything one could need.

Feng Yue had no intention of sharing what happened with anyone else. After buying some medicine and gauze from the supermarket, he went upstairs.

The brown-haired young man had aimed specifically for his face; the injuries were not light and difficult to hide.

Feng Yue thought, if someone asked about it, he would say he fell; he couldn’t let other students be bullied too.

As he was treating his wounds, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to discuss some issues with him.

Seeing Feng Yue’s state, Teng Yunmeng was shocked: “Feng Yue, what happened to you?”

“It’s nothing,” Feng Yue hissed in pain, inhaling sharply, “I took a fall.”

“You’re clearly lying through your teeth,” Teng Yunmeng said, almost laughing in anger, “That obviously looks like someone beat you.”

“You can see that?” Feng Yue responded with a wry smile, “Beaten by an admirer of Irina. It’s also my fault for not being careful about what I say and do.”

“What right does he have to hit you?” Teng Yunmeng grew even angrier, “They said worse, using disgusting words. Are you suggesting that the victim is to blame?”

Feng Yue looked down: “That’s because this really is their turf. Such things would never happen back home.”

Those who came with the team included Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors from Imperial Capital University.

However, the professors were staying in another building, far from here.

“Mengmeng, don’t tell God Ying about this,” Feng Yue suddenly remembered the most important thing, “I’m afraid God Ying might go and fight them.”

Before Teng Yunmeng could respond, a cool voice spoke up: “I’ve already heard.”

Startled, Feng Yue turned his head sharply.

The girl stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

Her gaze was cold, but everyone could feel the oppressing low pressure that made it hard to breathe.

“Ying, Ying God, you…” Feng Yue stammered, “Why are you back at this time?”

“It appears I’m just in time,” Ying Zijin entered the room, “otherwise I might have been kept in the dark, but indeed, one can tell at a glance that someone beat you.”

After glancing at Feng Yue’s facial injury, she took out a medicine box from her pocket and tossed it to him: “Apply this.”

Feng Yue quickly opened the medicine box to find a white ointment inside.

Without hesitation, he dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and applied it to his wounds.

It wasn’t painful, but rather gave a cooling sensation.

With a grin, Feng Yue deliberately changed the subject: “Hey, God Ying, this medicine is so effective, I feel like my wounds are healing already. Is it just my imagination? Where did you get it? I’d like to buy some.”

“Quit your babbling.”

“…”

Feng Yue shut his mouth.

Ying Zijin walked back out, stopped a girl at the stairway entrance, and got straight to the point: “Excuse me, do you know where Irina is?”

“She, she should be at Home Party on 14th Street,” the girl stammered, “Tomorrow is the draw, and she has many friends, all going there to celebrate with her.”

Home Party—also known as a ‘private party’—is a venue for private gatherings.

Ying Zijin nodded her thanks: “Thank you.”

“Um, excuse me, classmate,” the girl mustered her courage, “you’re so beautiful. May I take a picture with you?”

“I’m in a hurry, maybe another time,” Ying Zijin returned to Feng Yue’s room, her gaze calm and cold, “I’m calling a car now, let’s go over together.”

**

Fifteen minutes later.

14th Street, Home Party.

The organizer of today’s youth party wasn’t Irina, but several boys who were pursuing her.

The brown-haired young man was indeed there, and he was even turning the incident where he just hit Feng Yue into a joke to tell others.

At that moment, the door was kicked open. With a “bang,” the sound was earth-shattering, drowning out the music.

Irina turned her head, and upon seeing the newcomers, frowned, “I don’t remember inviting you all.”

The other students also stopped what they were doing to look over.

Ying Zijin glanced around, “Feng Yue, point them out, who was it?”

Feng Yue opened his mouth, “God Ying, I…”

He knew Ying Zijin could fight, taking on several big men alone was no problem for her, so she definitely wouldn’t get hurt.

But as a competitor, if she took action, she would likely face the possibility of being disqualified from the competition.

Ying Zijin simply repeated those two words, indifferently, “Point out.”

Before Feng Yue could speak, the brown-haired young man stood up with a mocking expression, “Oh, went for reinforcements? And it’s a girl? Tell me, how do you want me to beat her?”

Teng Yunmeng involuntarily twitched at the corner of her mouth.

She really hadn’t seen someone so eager to court death before.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “Is it him?”

Although these two words were a question, her tone was flat.

Once the person was identified, it made things easy.

Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves and walked forward.

The young man still wore a sarcastic smile, “What, you’re not really thinking of doing something to me—”

Before he could finish, he felt a tightness around his throat.

The next second, his whole body was slammed against the wall.

The girl’s hand was gripping the brown-haired young man’s collar, lifting him up just like that.

No one expected this scene, not even Irina.

A few seconds later, a few screams from girls broke out from the crowd.

Feng Yue muttered, “Holy shit…”

Back at Dynasty KTV, he had passed out and didn’t witness Ying Zijin fighting with his own eyes; he had only watched the video after.

The video was nowhere near as impactful as the live scene.

The brown-haired young man hadn’t expected he would be treated like this; his eyes were fierce, “You’re seeking death!”

He tried to strike back immediately, but all he could feel was a numbing sensation in his limbs, temporarily losing his strength.

Ying Zijin turned her head, looking at Feng Yue, “However he hit you just now, that’s how you hit him back.”

Feng Yue was still in shock and hadn’t recovered. A few seconds later, he stepped forward hesitantly, “God Ying, could there be any trouble?”

Ying Zijin simply stated, “Hit.”

This time Feng Yue did not hesitate; he clenched his fist and smashed it into the brown-haired young man’s face.

The brown-haired young man was furious, “You little bastard, you—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence because Feng Yue landed another punch on him.

After throwing two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hand, “God Ying, I’m done.”

He was definitely going to sign up for a combat class this summer.

“I don’t think that’s enough.” Ying Zijin looked up, “During the war years, we in Hua Country had a slogan, ‘If others do not offend me, I do not offend them; if others do offend me, I will offend them in return.'”

“I will use our etiquette to teach you what is called the way to treat guests.”

“Experience the feeling of being unable to struggle.”

With one hand still restraining the brown-haired young man, Ying Zijin’s free left hand slowly clenched and then struck him once more.

This punch seemed less powerful than Feng Yue’s, but it was much more effective.

The brown-haired young man’s head buzzed, his vision darkened as he nearly lost consciousness.

There was also a surge of a bloody, metallic taste spreading in his throat.

The brown-haired young man had bullied many Eastern people and never imagined that one day an Eastern girl would lift him up and beat him.

“Let’s just leave it at this,” Irina finally couldn’t stand it anymore, sounding quite annoyed, “It’s so normal for boys to have some minor conflicts in private, why interfere?”

She really found Ying Zijin bothersome, not that she disliked her, but there was an unexplainable irritation.

It was like someone she really hated from the past.

But Irina quickly dismissed the thought from her mind, even finding her own idea laughable.

Even if she was annoyed by that particular person from her past, she had to admit that not just anyone could compare.

Ying Zijin didn’t even glance at Irina, not giving her a single look.

Instead, she raised her hand and threw a photo from the brown-haired young man’s collar onto the ground.

The person in the photo was Irina, whom the brown-haired young man was very fond of and always carried with him.

Ying Zijin kicked the photo over to Feng Yue, “Tear it.”