The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 14: 012 Call me brother again, let me hear it

Editor: Henyee Translations

It was also because of this trending topic that more people sent her private messages, some even sending her ghostly images.

The comments below Ying Luwei’s Weibo also changed their tune—

[Luwei, don’t be deceived by your niece.]

[There are some people, the nicer you are to them, the more they’ll take advantage of you, so you can’t indulge them. Sisters, am I right?]

[She was obviously the one who pushed Luwei down the stairs.]

Ying Zijin not only felt indifferent but was also seriously reading the comments and picked up some new trendy slang, “As if it’s anything serious.”

She didn’t care about the Ying Family, let alone these people.

As long as they didn’t provoke her directly, unrelated things had always been unable to affect her in any way.

“That won’t do,” Fu Yunshen laughed, his voice low and husky, “Such a good and talented kid, I can’t bear to see you get slandered like this.”

Ying Zijin rubbed her ears and moved the phone away a bit, “Let’s make a deal, can you stop calling me kid?”

Tsk, his voice sounded somewhat pleasant.

It seemed to cure her morning grumpiness.

“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen slowed his speech, “There’s a generation gap every three years, and I’m five years older than you, what are you if not a kid?”

Ying Zijin paused, her eyebrows lifting, “Brother?”

He wants to treat her like a kid and also be her brother?

The girl’s voice was naturally cool and restrained, but because she had just woken up, it was a bit muffled and soft, a great contrast that made it more alluring, making one want to go buy a cat.

Even Fu Yunshen was momentarily stunned.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, “Say ‘brother’ again for me to hear?”

“You’re having a pretty good dream.”

“…”

Alright, negotiation failed.

Fu Yunshen gave up.

The kid wasn’t easy to fool, huh.

Ying Zijin took a sip of water, and as she turned her head, her gaze swept past the window.

By chance, she saw a woman alighting from a Maserati, assisting an elderly person.

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, a future event that was going to happen appeared before her eyes.

“I have some matters to deal with,” Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes narrowed, “I’ll treat you to dinner later and bring you something on the way.”

“Mm, okay,” Fu Yunshen pressed his voice lower, sounding languid, “Big Brother will wait for you to bring something for… my kidney deficiency… ”

The call was abruptly hung up.

Ying Zijin expressionlessly put the phone into her pocket.

Calling him brother, what a hobby.

Just then, the door was knocked on heavily, “Bang bang bang,” the noise was extremely loud.

“Second Miss, hurry and get up, do you want to anger the Matriarch again?”

There was no response.

The butler’s face darkened, he took out the key, ready to open the door and enter, but before he could act—

“Boom!”

The heavy door was knocked down.

It smashed directly towards his head, missing by just an inch.

Bright sunlight poured in from outside, illuminating the dim corridor.

The butler was stunned, staring blankly at the girl standing against the light, his legs unconsciously shaking, nearly losing control of his bladder.

Ying Zijin casually said with her hands in her pockets, “It’s time to change the door.”

It fell over with just a push.

What is this called in the 21st century?

Oh, a tofu-dreg project.

The housekeeper’s legs were still shaking, and he found it difficult to swallow. He tried to speak but couldn’t utter a sound.

Naturally, Zhong Manhua couldn’t miss the commotion upstairs. With a frown, she was about to go up to check when the door of the old house opened.

A gentle female voice rang out, tinged with surprise.

“Sister-in-law, haven’t you had dinner yet?”

“Luwei?” Zhong Manhua turned around and was genuinely taken aback, “Mom, why have you come too?”

Old Madam Ying leaned on her cane, “What, I, an old woman, can’t come?”

“Mom, that’s not what I meant.” Zhong Manhua’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly approached, “I just didn’t expect you to come, and nothing has been prepared.”

Since she had given birth to her second child, Old Madam Ying had moved out and had been living in an apartment in the city center with Ying Luwei, only returning for holidays.

“There’s nothing to prepare; I’ll leave after dealing with the matter at hand,” Old Madam Ying said, unappreciative, “Call your daughter out.”

Clearly, she disliked her so much that she didn’t even want to mention her name.

Zhong Manhua had a hunch, and she pursed her lips, softly speaking, “Mom, please take a seat, I’ll go right now.”

“Sister-in-law, Mom hasn’t seen you for a long time, you should keep her company,” Ying Luwei said with a smile, “I’ll go find Xiao Jin instead, and I’ll apologize to her too.”

“Apologize?” But that very word seemed to enrage Old Madam Ying, who knocked her cane heavily on the floor and scoffed, “Manhua, your daughter really has become something, messing up and yet expecting others to apologize.”

“When did our Ying Family start to confuse right and wrong like this?”

Zhong Manhua was so frustrated she didn’t dare utter a word of objection.

“Weiwei, don’t go,” Old Madam Ying held Ying Luwei’s hand, her voice cold, “Since when does an elder have to ask a younger for an apology?”

Zhong Manhua took a deep breath and raised her voice, “Ying Zijin!”

At the stairway, the girl leisurely turned around.

She looked up, glanced at the hall, and seemed unsurprised by the tribunal-like scene, “Is there a problem?”

Her nonchalant attitude provoked Zhong Manhua’s temper even further, “You don’t greet people when you see them?”

“Stop,” Old Madam Ying raised her hand, her tone indifferent, “I only have one granddaughter.”

Her biological granddaughter was studying abroad in Oceania; a foster daughter certainly wasn’t her granddaughter.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, casual yet dignified, “That’s fine, I don’t have the habit of acknowledging relatives indiscriminately either.”

Old Madam Ying’s cane quivered in her hand, as she nearly lost her breath with indignation.

Her intention had been to embarrass the foster daughter, but instead, she was the one who ended up being mocked.

Zhong Manhua’s face flushed with wrath, she shouted, “What are you saying? How can you speak so unpleasantly?”

“Sister-in-law!” Ying Luwei exclaimed with a start, trying to comfort her, “Sister-in-law, don’t be so angry, Xiao Jin is still just a child, let’s talk patiently about this.”

“Talk patiently?” Zhong Manhua’s eyes reddened with anger, “Rude! Apologize!”

Her own daughter was indeed her bane, leaving her unable to hold her head up in front of her mother-in-law.

Ying Zijin lifted her eyes, her nonchalance devoid of respect, “Do I know you?”

This dismissive attitude infuriated Zhong Manhua even more, “Ying Zijin!”

“That’s enough,” Old Madam Ying finally spoke, her tone neither warm nor cold, “I’m not here to see you discipline your daughter today. Let her tell us why she pushed Weiwei down at the banquet that day.”

She closed her eyes, “Could it be that you thought without Weiwei, you would become the Matriarch of the Jiang Family?”

These words struck at the heart.

Zhong Manhua’s expression changed drastically at once, and she grew panicked, “Mom, that’s absolutely not the case, please don’t believe the rumors.”

“Yes, Mom,” Ying Luwei also urged, “It’s a misunderstanding; why are you taking it to heart? Don’t you believe me?”