The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 22:
Chapter 22: 020 kid, how are you taking advantage of me?
Editor: Henyee Translations
“Do you want the whole world to go crazy with you?”
She truly hoped it was just a coincidence of names. However—
Ying Zijin’s gaze moved downward, landing on the name after the first president’s title, and her expression went blank.
It was indeed that lunatic.
The first time they met, he had wanted to dissect her for being mentally ill.
Wen Tinglan noticed the subtle changes in the girl’s expression, “Sis?”
Ying Zijin snapped back to reality, her expression slightly complex, “Which discipline at Norton University are you interested in?”
If she remembered correctly, when she was at Norton University, the only disciplines were Theology, Spiritology, Supernatural Phenomena Research, Alchemy, and such—completely out of sync with other universities.
The thought processes of lunatics, indeed, can’t be understood by normal people.
Wen Tinglan shook his head, indifferently, “Just thinking about it, I can’t get in anyway.”
Unlike other universities, Norton University had no exams, nor did it consider college entrance examination scores. Only those who received recommendation letters personally sent by the school’s administration could qualify to enter the university.
In other words, even if one were the top scorer in Hua Country’s college entrance exam or had perfect SAT scores, without a recommendation letter, they couldn’t get in.
No one knew what the admissions criteria for Norton University were, let alone the kind of students it admitted each year.
Yet despite this, Norton University always comfortably ranked first among all universities.
“If you want to go, then you can go,” Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “nothing is impossible.”
But if it’s studying Theology, then forget about it.
Thinking this, she looked down again at the Norton University encyclopedia entry. After confirming that the school had normal disciplines like Physics, Mathematics, and Mechanical Engineering, she felt relieved.
Wen Tinglan’s jaw tightened, his lips drawn into a thin line. He gripped his fingers, “Sis, after you come back from Shanghai City, I can support you and Dad.”
He felt it; his sister had changed somehow. She used to be quiet, but not as indifferent as she was now—like nothing could shake her anymore.
What exactly had the Ying Family done?
“That’s something for the far future. Let’s talk about it after you graduate from college,” Ying Zijin said lazily, “This time, I came back to take you guys to Shanghai City.”
Wen Tinglan’s gaze turned colder, the corners of his lips pressing down, “I’m not going.”
He hated Shanghai City, and he hated those people there.
“Hmm, we’ll discuss it when we get back.”
The siblings proceeded home, one after the other. When they were a few steps away from the yard, a fragrant aroma wafted towards them.
After Ying Zijin opened the door and lifted her head, her movements halted right there.
In the kitchen, a tall and familiar silhouette was reflected in her eyes.
The man was doing something, his head bowed.
A pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, twinkling with a gentle and affectionate light.
“Yaoyao, you brought a guest back and didn’t say a word?” Wen Fong Mian was washing his hands and turned around upon hearing the voices, “I wasn’t prepared.”
Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment, then rubbed her head, “I forgot.”
It wasn’t that she had forgotten; she thought he was a pampered young master who might not be able to stand this environment. She had specifically booked the best hotel in the county for him.
But she didn’t expect him to come on his own and even start cooking.
“Uncle, don’t blame her,” Fu Yunshen emerged from the kitchen, revealing half of his body, “It was my own insistence on coming. I apologize for the intrusion.”
Ying Zijin’s gaze lifted slightly, and she saw the Peppa Pig apron the man was wearing: “…”
Fu Yunshen noticed her gaze, looked up, and his lips curved, “Why are you staring at your brother again? Do I look good?”
“Ugly.”
Even more heartless.
“Yaoyao, how can you speak like that?” Wen Fong Mian coughed a few times behind his fist, “Isn’t that your favorite cartoon character?”
“Favorite?” Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows rose as he glanced down at the cartoon character on the apron.
Peppa Pig?
Quite a cute taste.
“…” Ying Zijin had no particular expression, “I don’t like it anymore.”
It was somewhat hard to accept that she could have liked such a thing before she was fully awake; it wasn’t in her nature.
Wen Tinglan also glanced at that Peppa Pig apron, a twitch forming between his brows: “Dad, how many years ago was that?”
Although, his sister had once saved money to buy a pig doll, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep without hugging it.
Wen Fengmian just smiled: “No matter how many years, Daddy can still remember.”
As if recalling something, he looked at the teenager, frowning: “Yuyu, why did you run off when your sister came back?”
“I…” Wen Tinglan was about to answer but stopped himself.
He couldn’t very well say that he walked off in a huff.
Ying Zijin walked into the kitchen, slowly adding: “He’s bashful.”
“Bashful?” Wen Fengmian was surprised, “You never got bashful when receiving all those love letters, but you get bashful seeing your own sister?”
Wen Tinglan: “…”
He had to admit: “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my sister.”
“But that’s no reason to run off.” Wen Fengmian put away his smile, serious, “It’s so late, what if something happened?”
“Won’t happen again.” Wen Tinglan, not fond of speaking, sat next to Wen Fengmian, looking towards the kitchen, his expression guarded, “Who is that?”
The man’s figure was perfect, tall and upright, and even wearing a ridiculous apron, it couldn’t hide his innate nobility.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a natural clothes hanger.
“Mr. Fu is Yaoyao’s friend,” Wen Fengmian explained, “Since there was no one at home today, he’s spending the 15th with us.”
Wen Tinglan didn’t respond, his eyes and brows drooped, still cold and guarded.
“Yuyu, Daddy knows you might hold some resentment towards Yaoyao,” Wen Fengmian weighed his words before speaking, “but after all, you are siblings, and Daddy can’t be with you forever.”
“Dad.”
One word, very cold.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking.” Wen Fengmian coughed, managing a slight smile, “Let’s watch the evening show.”
**
In the kitchen.
Ying Zijin looked at him: “How did you get here?”
“Hm?” Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrow upon hearing this, the corners of his eyes curving up, “Wasn’t it you who agreed to take me in? Are you tricking your brother?”
“No.” Ying Zijin crouched down, taking vegetables out of the bag on the floor, “I was just afraid of neglecting you.”
She could naturally tell who was truly kind to her.
There wasn’t much she could do, except to be even better to them.
“How have you neglected me?” Fu Yunshen chuckled lowly, “If you hadn’t taken me in, I’d be homeless tonight.”
Ying Zijin lowered her gaze, not delving deeper: “Let me do it.”
After all, it wouldn’t do to have a guest lifting a finger.
She raised her hand to take the flour from Fu Yunshen’s hand, but as he turned around at that moment, her cool fingers accidentally touched the man’s lips.
The temperature seemed to scald them both at once.
Instantly, Ying Zijin withdrew her hand, her expression unchanged, but her fingertips remained burning.
In the cramped kitchen, there was only the scent of jade and agarwood from the man’s body.
Using his height to his advantage, Fu Yunshen looked down at her, his eyes and brows drooping, his tone as insouciant as ever: “Kid, why are you getting handsy?”
