The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 63:
Chapter 63: 061 They are too close to each other.
Upon hearing this, both Father Ying and Lady Ying were somewhat dumbfounded.
Old Madam Ying was even more incredulous, her face growing even hotter with rage, “Officer, what do you mean by this?”
Are they slapping her in the face blatantly?
The chief nodded, not angered at all, “Exactly what you heard.”
Old Madam Ying was seething with anger, emphatically stressing again, “I am her grandmother!”
The chief remained courteous, even while speaking crudely, “It doesn’t matter if you’re the Jade Emperor Himself.”
Old Madam Ying was so angry that her face was twisted, filled more with embarrassment and awkwardness.
Her complexion turned from green to white, she nearly fainted from suffocation.
In Shanghai City, she had always been respected. When had she ever been mocked like this?
“Let them out,” ordered the chief, waving his hand dismissively, not wishing to say more.
Old Madam Ying couldn’t play the old-age card anymore and was thus driven out.
Standing at the police station door, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Having lost her own face, Old Madam Ying no longer cared about Ying Feifei’s affairs and left on her own accord.
“Husband, what do we do?” Lady Ying was panicking, “Even the Ying Family’s intervention was useless, isn’t Feifei certain to be imprisoned now?”
Father Ying’s face darkened, and upon hearing this, he slapped Lady Ying across the face, “Fool, do you know who that chief is?”
Lady Ying was stunned, holding her face, unable to snap back to reality.
“He’s been transferred from the capital, and he’s usually not in Shanghai City,” Father Ying said through gritted teeth, “Even he came down personally. Do you realize how serious this matter is?!”
If he had known it was like this, he would never have gone to the Ying Family to plead.
Lady Ying paled, “But, but she’s just a foster daughter, how could…”
“It’s all because you spoiled her!” Father Ying didn’t want to hear her speak, sneering, “Just hope that this doesn’t bring disaster upon the Ying Family.”
Lady Ying stood still, chilled to the bone despite the bright daylight.
She finally realized that she might have provoked someone she shouldn’t have.
**
Inside the police station.
The policewoman returned and asked curiously, “Chief, are they not aware that two families from the capital are involved in this matter?”
Otherwise, where would they get the courage to ask for the withdrawal of charges on behalf of the young girl?
They’d probably be scared to death.
“Even without the capital’s involvement, we couldn’t let them settle this privately,” said the chief as he drank a sip of water and set down the glass, “They’re really shameless, condoning the cyberbullying of a young girl as if it’s nothing.”
The policewoman agreed and then inquired, “Chief, should we find a psychologist to counsel the young girl? I’m afraid she may suffer from psychological trauma.”
As an adult, even she couldn’t accept the comments made on Weibo.
What more for a young girl?
“Someone’s already on it,” the chief nodded, “Go and compile the statements, then send them over to West Wind Law Firm.”
The policewoman went off to work.
The chief thought for a moment, took out his phone, and dialed a number, “Miss Ying, hello, Old Madam Ying from your family just came by. I thought I should let you know.”
Inside the pet shop, Ying Zijin lifted an eyebrow slightly but showed no surprise, “Alright, thank you.”
“No thanks needed, just doing my duty,” said the chief. He continued, “In a few days, a psychologist from the capital will come to Shanghai City, you might want to meet with them.”
Psychologists aren’t only for people with mental issues; they can also help students alleviate academic stress.
“Mhm, I got it.”
After hanging up the phone, Ying Zijin’s gaze returned to the pet pig in front of her.
Only the size of a palm, chubby, even its tiny trotters were soft pink.
Its soft snout tipped upwards, with eyes like black obsidian that blinked and blinked.
It even rubbed its ears against the palm of her hand.
The staff member beside her was passionately introducing, “Miss, this is a Teacup Pig, the best-selling pet in our shop. It’s a crossbreed between a Tamworth Pig and a Gloucestershire Old Spots Pig, very popular among the aristocracy over in O continent.”
Ying Zijin nodded, “I’ll take it.”
Research shows that out of over a hundred thousand animal species worldwide, pigs rank tenth in intelligence, comparable to the level of a 3 to 4-year-old child. Not only are they intelligent, but they are also docile.
So, she quite liked pigs.
Fu Yunshen by her side was teasing a little guinea pig, and when he heard her, he looked up.
Their distance was very close; he could see her gently drooping eyelashes.
All he needed was to move an inch closer to touch her forearm.
At this moment, she gave him a very vivid feeling, no longer as indifferent as usual.
She reminded him of the morning light, the afternoon wind, the evening moon.
It was as if white foam bubbled up from her creamy skin, all falling onto his hands, soft and tender.
Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes lowered, and he took a small step back, maintaining a proper distance.
Neither too distant, nor overly intimate.
Quite gentlemanly.
A Teacup Pig was not cheap, and being able to sell it so quickly made the clerk even more enthusiastic, “Miss, you can name it, and I’ll go do the paperwork for you.”
Ying Zijin tugged on the Teacup Pig’s small ear, considering seriously, “Let’s call it Mumu.”
“The Mumu from ‘yearning’?” Fu Yunshen slowly lifted his eyelashes, “Kid, puppy love isn’t good.”
He was as worried as an old father.
“No, it’s the name of a good friend of mine.” Ying Zijin examined the Teacup Pig, thoughtful, “I think it has certain qualities that resemble her; it can make me ‘see the pig and think of the person.'”
“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen was quite interested, “Which qualities?”
Ying Zijin stroked the Teacup Pig’s head, “Adorably stupid and a big eater.”
Fu Yunshen: “…”
Okay, a true bestie.
However, in the end, Ying Zijin still chose another name.
It was Dudu.
Dudu was only two months old, still unsteady on its feet, wobbling as it walked.
Ying Zijin picked up Dudu, cradling it in her arms.
Fu Yunshen trailed a step behind her, glancing at his trustworthy old-fashioned mobile phone.
The message that had just come in was unsigned, from an unknown number.
[Bro, why don’t you just take down Jiang Corporation completely? Why hold back? Such a waste of money, you don’t know how every penny lost makes my heart ache.]
Fu Yunshen didn’t reply but put his phone away again.
Old Master Jiang had once saved his life; he couldn’t possibly destroy the entire Jiang Corporation.
However—
Fu Yunshen’s peachy eyes raised a little.
To pull Jiang Moyuan down from the Executive Director’s position, that was doable.
**
For an entire five days, the stock of Jiang Corporation fluctuated wildly, and in that short time, losses reached a staggering ten billion.
Just when the entire senior management was on the verge of despair, the stock suddenly stabilized again.
From start to finish, Jiang Corporation had no idea who their opponent was.
But the fact that someone could manipulate Jiang Corporation’s stocks at will filled every shareholder with unprecedented panic.
Fortunately, Jiang Corporation had a solid foundation; if it were any smaller family, they would have gone bankrupt directly.
However, even so, Jiang Moyuan’s authority was greatly undermined.
Many shareholders questioned whether he still had the ability to continue in the role of Executive Director.
Jiang Moyuan was extremely irritated; he threw several documents onto his desk, wanting to rest but plagued by a severe headache that made closing his eyes impossible.
Especially after learning what had happened on Weibo in the past few days, his mood soured even more.
He lit a cigarette and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down as he exhaled slowly.
His gaze aimlessly wandered when, a few seconds later, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
Jiang Moyuan was taken aback, his brows furrowing.
How could it be…
Uncertain, he looked again.
