The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 64
Chapter 64: 062 What doesn’t Boss Ying know how to do?
But when he looked for a second time, the figure had already disappeared.
On the road, vehicles came and went in an unending stream.
It was as if what he had seen just a moment ago was only an illusion.
Jiang Moyuan’s gaze deepened.
He did not believe he was mistaken, but if it truly was that person, what were they doing in Shanghai City?
Jiang Moyuan extinguished his cigarette, weighed down by his thoughts, and became even more irritable.
Just then, someone knocked on the office door.
Jiang Moyuan pulled himself together, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and returned to his seat, “Come in.”
“Third Master,” the secretary carefully walked in, “Miss Huaping is downstairs and asks you to go down.”
Jiang Huaping?
Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.
Although Jiang Huaping was his second sister, she had gone to the capital early on, and they were not familiar with each other nor did they have much in common.
Moreover, the two were half-siblings.
Old Master Jiang had married three times in total, his first wife had died not long after marrying into the Jiang Family, and Jiang Huaping was born to Old Master Jiang’s second wife.
Jiang Moyuan furrowed his brows.
Although unclear about Jiang Huaping’s intentions, he still went downstairs.
Next to the ground floor of Jiang Corporation’s building was an open-air café where employees could have coffee and snacks for free during their breaks.
Jiang Huaping was sitting at the farthest seat.
She wore a celadon-colored cheongsam, matched with a light green bracelet on her fair wrist, exuding a quiet grace.
It was as if she had spilled a curtain of misty Jiangnan rain, the sound of which was clear and distinct.
Jiang Moyuan took a seat across from her, legs crossed, his tone distant, “What do you want?”
Jiang Huaping set down her teacup, undisturbed by his attitude, and got straight to the point, “I heard it was you who brought that young girl Ying Zijin from Qingshui County to Shanghai City?”
Jiang Moyuan’s expression shifted subtly, a touch of coldness appearing, “What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing much, just letting you know, I quite like this young girl,” Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows, smiling lightly, “I’m actually planning to take her as my goddaughter. I can’t stand to see her mistreated. If you bully her again, don’t blame me for being rude.”
The previous Old Madam Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huaping also spoke with the gentle Wu dialect, but deep down, she had inherited Old Master Jiang’s young spirit of decisiveness and severity.
Softness with a hint of ruthlessness.
Jiang Moyuan’s eyes suddenly darkened, and after a moment, he let out a cold laugh, “I bullied her?”
He loosened his tie, his expression indifferent, “You’ve only been back in Shanghai City for a few days. Don’t believe everything you hear. I don’t want to argue with you. It’s always been Ying Luwei who is bullied and aggrieved.”
“She was received by the Ying Family as soon as she arrived? She felt aggrieved?”
Jiang Huaping smiled pleasantly, “Whatever makes you happy, it’s not your fault that you were naturally blind.”
Jiang Moyuan’s expression grew colder, and without any wish to continue the conversation, he turned and left.
Jiang Huaping wasn’t angered, pondering to herself as if talking to someone else, “It’s a good thing we don’t have the same mother, otherwise I’d doubt my own intelligence.”
If it weren’t for a recent cyberbullying incident these past few days, she wouldn’t have been bored enough to seek out Jiang Moyuan.
After all, she didn’t have a good impression of Jiang Moyuan and his mother.
Old Master Jiang had passed away early, and she didn’t have many feelings for the Jiang Family anymore.
Jiang Huaping poured herself another cup of tea and continued reading her fashion magazine.
**
Verdant Middle School processed matters quickly, and Ying Feifei’s expulsion was soon announced.
The principal, wanting to set an example for the students, posted the notice on the school bulletin board and had every class view it.
Xiu Yu walked into the classroom with a stack of registration forms and casually tossed them onto the lectern, “The Art Festival is coming up, you guys should see if you’re interested in signing up. If not, sell it to the scrap collector, and then buy a bag of chips for Daddy Ying.”
As a school that ranked in the top three nationwide, Verdant Middle School placed great emphasis on the comprehensive development of student quality.
Even for an Art Festival, they would make a big fuss, inviting well-known artists from the industry, and awarding generous prizes to the winning students.
For those students with talents in drawing, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dance, and other areas, the Art Festival was an opportunity not to be missed.
However, most students in Class 19 showed little interest, and wouldn’t even participate in the choir competition.
Given the unique situation of Class 19, the principal could not say much.
Ying Zijin was leaning back in her chair, eyes closed, resting.
Xiu Yu walked over, “Daddy Ying, are you going to participate in any of the competitions at the Art Festival?”
Ying Zijin yawned tiredly, “I’m not going.”
She had been to Shao Ren Hospital again yesterday, helping with several cases.
It wasn’t challenging for her, but it was quite tiring.
Her body was still too weak at the moment. Having drawn blood so many times within a year, it wasn’t something that could be replenished overnight.
As a result, she had been very sleepy during this period.
If she used the power of Divine Calculation too often, it would further damage her body.
Fortunately, it was the 21st century, and there were not as many troubles as there were in the Ancient O Continent.
“Right decision,” Xiu Yu nodded, clicking her tongue, “Take for instance this calligraphy competition, first prize is only 100,000 yuan, that’s just like tossing… ”
Before she could finish her sentence, someone snatched a registration form from her hand.
The girl opened her eyes, still misted with tears, her voice low and hoarse, muffled and unclear.
“Mhm, I’ll go.”
Xiu Yu: “…”
She found it incredibly unbelievable, “No way, Daddy Ying, are you really that short on cash?”
“Quite short.” Ying Zijin picked up a pen and began filling out the registration form.
There were too many things she wanted to buy, just one rare medicinal herb alone was priced over ten million yuan, and it was something money couldn’t easily buy.
Writing a character could earn 100,000 yuan, far easier than treating illnesses.
There’s no reason not to take it.
Xiu Yu scratched her head, “Daddy Ying, what are you signing up for?”
She leaned in curiously and saw that aside from the performances like singing or dancing that required one to appear in person, everything else on the registration form was ticked.
Xiu Yu: “…”
Damn, is this even human?
She realized she might have underestimated Daddy Ying’s capabilities.
Xiu Yu’s gaze moved down, “Daddy Ying, you can do oil painting too?”
Oil painting is a type of Western art that originated in the Ancient O Continent and was later introduced to Hua Country.
Most socialites and rich ladies learned traditional painting to cultivate their sentiment.
Those who could paint oils were few and far between.
“Mhm.” Ying Zijin answered casually, “I learned a bit with Qinuo at one time.”
Hearing this name, Xiu Yu fell silent for a moment, then sincerely said, “Daddy, you really have a sense of humor.”
She disliked studying, but had a keen interest in art and knew about many historical personalities.
Qinuo Feng was an artist from the Ancient O Continent period, extremely renowned and left behind many paintings.
His style was so unique that no one had been able to replicate it.
But he had also been dead for hundreds of years, his bones turned to ash.
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, shaking her head with regret.
These days, even the truth isn’t believed.
“All set.” Ying Zijin signed her name.
She figured that just by moving her hand, she could make hundreds of thousands, so she developed a great fondness for Verdant Middle School.
Such a generous school.
Nice.
Xiu Yu sighed deeply, “Daddy Ying, can you honestly tell me, is there anything in the world you can’t do?”
“Mhm?” Ying Zijin looked up, lazy, “There’s quite a bit.”
“Like what?”
Ying Zijin nodded, “Like, I can’t make tasty cookies.”
“…”
Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was sound asleep, suddenly feeling a bit sorry for him.
Having to compete with Daddy Ying, the freak, no wonder he closed himself off.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Xiu Yu collected the registration form and submitted it to the arts department office.
**
Ying Luwei sat in a milk tea shop outside the gates of Verdant Middle School, restless and anxious.
Today was March 15th, and the court hearing was the day after tomorrow.
Although she had perfectly cleared her name, wasn’t Ying Zijin suing her fans tantamount to slapping her in the face?
How would that make her friends see her?
Moreover, some underage fans’ parents accused her of maliciously inciting her fans and threatened to sue her, but she managed to settle it with money.
Ying Luwei furrowed her brows, feeling very displeased.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that ever since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time, things had been off.
Could it be because she had pushed too hard and even someone as reserved and quiet as Ying Zijin had lashed out?
But she couldn’t not push; the longer it dragged on, the more worried she became that something would happen.
“Mom, what do we do?” Ying Luwei pursed her lips, “Zijin refuses to drop the charges, and we can’t pull any strings. If it really goes to court, our reputation in Shanghai City, the Ying Family’s…”
Like Zhong Manhua, Old Madam Ying valued face above all.
For the sake of face, any other unimportant matters could be sacrificed.
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Ying’s expression darkened, “Weiwei, don’t worry, this matter will definitely not end up in a courtroom.”
“But…” Ying Luwei hesitated, troubled, “We can’t even meet Zijin.”
She truly hadn’t expected Ying Zijin to have the guts to just move out of the Ying Family without taking anything.
Without the Ying Family’s money and power, how could she survive?
