The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 141

Chapter 141: 138 Chapters in Minutes with Zhiwan [1 Update]

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Zhong Zhiwan specifically marked the words “real name.”

She did this to draw high attention from the school authorities.

She didn’t believe Ying Zijin could achieve such a score, and it wasn’t just her; surely no one in the school believed it either.

The difficulty of the Elite Class’s exam papers was well known to everyone online.

Every year, they were displayed on the internet for netizens to admire and worship.

Ying Zijin getting the answers and managing a pass was one thing, but a perfect score?

Wasn’t that just handing someone a handle to attack her with?

She was really clueless.

She couldn’t even cheat properly, and Zhong Zhiwan really wondered what Ying Zijin was good for, other than drawing and painting.

After sending the email, Zhong Zhiwan quickly tucked her phone into her desk and sat up straight, fearing that someone might notice something.

Fortunately, during the break, all the students in the Elite Class were so demoralized they couldn’t speak, each burying their heads in their books to study hard.

“Zhiwan, don’t be sad,” the girl sitting next to her said, turning to comfort Zhong Zhiwan, “If they adjust the scores, you’ll have 730 points and the top spot will still be…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. It was too awkward to say it out loud.

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If the scores were really adjusted, Ying Zijin’s score would blow past the perfect 750.

What was Zhong Zhiwan’s 730 in comparison?

The girl saw the change in Zhong Zhiwan’s expression and hurried to remedy the situation, “Zhiwan, one test doesn’t mean everything. Besides, who knows if Ying Zijin cheated, your strength is well known to everyone.”

“Stop it,” Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip forcefully and looked down, “Class is about to start.”

The girl didn’t dare to say more and took out the English textbook.

**

The shock within the school had no impact on Ying Zijin.

She slept until the afternoon.

Ying Zijin sat up, supporting her head, still feeling a bit weak.

She slightly opened her eyes, and through the haze, saw a tall figure breaking through the darkness, walking towards her.

Radiant Morning Star.

As she thought of this comparison again, Ying Zijin pressed on her forehead, frowning.

Before she had fully adjusted to the room’s light, her back was supported by a hand.

The warmth radiated through the layer of clothes.

Fu Yunshen, with one hand supporting her, held a bowl in his other, his voice low and subdued, “Have some porridge first, now that you’re awake.”

“I’m fine,” Ying Zijin said, sitting up for a few seconds before taking the bowl, “Thank you.”

The bowl contained medicinal porridge, but the scent of the herbs was not overpowering; it was just a faint fragrance.

Ying Zijin took a spoonful and then paused abruptly.

Her sense of taste and smell were very sensitive; even when the medicinal porridge had just touched her taste buds, she noticed something off about it.

There was a very faint taste of rust, even though it was masked by other ingredients, it hadn’t been completely eliminated.

Ying Zijin looked down, her eyes steady.

Blood from a person can be used in medicine.

But such blood is precious; using it would actually deplete the body’s vitality.

“What’s wrong?” asked Fu Yunshen, noticing her lack of further movement, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing slightly. “Doesn’t it taste good?”

Had his cooking skills deteriorated?

“No, it’s delicious,” Ying Zijin paused, then let out a light sigh, “It just reminded me of some things from the past.”

“Who?” Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows raised, his tone slowing, “Your good friend?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s not in Shanghai City?”

“No, she’s far away.”

Fu Yunshen fell silent.

He remembered her days in Qingshui County and the year with the Ying Family.

Even personal freedom was a concern, to say nothing of traveling further away.

“It’s alright, once you’ve fully recovered, I’ll take you to find her,” Fu Yunshen raised his hand and then just gently patted her back, “We’ll find her.”

“No need,” Ying Zijin continued to drink the porridge with a spoon, and after a few sips, softly said, “Knowing she’s well is enough for me.”

“That’s not acceptable,” Fu Yunshen replied lightly, “You need to see for yourself.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, and couldn’t help but ruffle the girl’s hair, “Take good care of yourself, little friend.”

“Don’t go to school these few days. Your health is what’s important. Put studies and everything else aside for now.”

After closing the door, Fu Yunshen’s smile faded, and he turned around: “Where is the person?”

The young man had been daydreaming when he heard this and suddenly jerked to attention, “Young Master, the basement, she’s tied up.”

Because of Old Master Fu’s illness, they had been on high alert all night; Fu Yichen had also been tied up all night, and was even hung upside down.

And to prevent his head from becoming congested and passing out, they had specially assigned someone to turn him around.

Up to now, Fu Yichen had not had a drop of water to drink and was still in a pitch-black enclosed space, on the verge of collapsing.

He had no idea where he had been taken, after being removed from First Hospital, those people had put a sack over his head.

They led him around in circles, and if he felt carsick and needed to vomit, it could only go into the bag.

Fu Yichen had never suffered like this before, but his cries for help were of no use; even crying was futile.

Just as Fu Yichen was on the brink of collapse, they let him down.

His feet touched the ground again, but his legs couldn’t support his body.

Fu Yichen fell to his knees with a “thump” and shakily looked up.

But at that glance, his eyes widened in shock: “Fu Yunshen? Why are you here?!”

Fu Yunshen did not look at Fu Yichen’s miserable state, nor did he respond; he just turned his head, “Hit him.”

Two men who looked like bodyguards got the message and stepped forward, wielding clubs.

They struck him hard and fast without holding back.

Fu Yichen let out a piercing scream.

He didn’t even have time to wonder why Fu Yunshen was there, just shouting. And he was very arrogant: “Fu Yunshen, you dare to hit me? If dad and mom find out, you’re finished!”

“You’re just relying on Grandfather’s favoritism. Without Grandfather’s doting, what are you? You are nothing but a… Ah!!!”

The young man covered his ears, thinking that the Lion’s Roar Skill was pretty effective.

“Then tell Fu Mingcheng not to mess with me,” Fu Yunshen said as he lifted his hand, patted Fu Yichen’s face, and let out a low chuckle, “Grandfather is my last line, and I haven’t laid a finger on you lot.”

Overwhelmed by extreme fear, Fu Yichen couldn’t withstand the blow and passed out.

Fu Yunshen stood up, his tone indifferent: “Keep him locked up for seven days, then send him back.”

**

Elsewhere.

Zhong Zhiwan was secretly browsing the school forum’s discussions, becoming more and more depressed as she read.

She had clearly seen several posts accusing Ying Zijin of cheating, but they were quickly deleted by the moderators.

If that wasn’t a sign of guilt, what was?

Zhong Zhiwan clenched her textbook, anxiously awaiting a response.

She had sent out her report letter over eight hours ago, so why had there been no reaction from the principal and the head of academic affairs?

Just as Zhong Zhiwan was about to go and check in person, a student from the student council knocked on the Elite Class classroom door and called out to her.

“Goddess Zhong, the principal’s office wants to see you for a moment, it must be something important.”

Zhong Zhiwan struggled to suppress the smile curling at the corners of her mouth and replied calmly, “Understood.”

Inside the principal’s office, the head of academic affairs was also present.

Upon seeing Zhong Zhiwan enter, his expression cooled.

Zhong Zhiwan noticed this and felt puzzled.

As the top student in her grade, the head of academic affairs was naturally very lenient and fond of her, always greeting her with a smile. She had never seen this kind of expression from him before.

“Student Zhong Zhiwan,” the principal pushed up his glasses, his voice very serious, “Why are you convinced that student Ying Zijin cheated?”

On the computer screen was the email from Zhong Zhiwan.

Besides the title, there was a lot written beneath it.

After a pause, the principal asked again, “If I’m not mistaken, she’s your cousin, right?”

At this second question, Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but scoffed to herself internally.

Since when did the foster daughter adopted by the Ying Family become her cousin?

She only called Ying Zijin ‘cousin’ because she couldn’t bear to hurt Elder Zhong’s feelings.

“Principal, I have already written the evidence beneath my email,” Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, “And such matters, even if no one speaks up, shouldn’t everyone be able to see for themselves?”

It was common knowledge that Ying Zijin was forcibly put into the Elite Class by Ying Luwei.

Often dozing off in class, frequently asking for leave and leaving school.

With that kind of behavior, how could she learn anything?

Not to mention how decadent Class 19 was.

Zhong Zhiwan clenched her palm and continued, “The Elite Class test this time was harder than before, isn’t the school’s conversion coefficient based on years of experience? That genius senior never scored full marks either.”

At these words, the principal glanced at the email again, frowning even more tightly, “Your evidence is mere speculation? If you report without evidence, the one facing punishment will be you.”

“How could this be mere speculation?” Zhong Zhiwan’s smile started to fade, “It is universally acknowledged, anyone with common sense knows, and furthermore…”

“Enough!” The head of academic affairs could no longer bear to listen, his anger boiling over, “Zhong Zhiwan, I thought you were a student with both good grades and character, but now I see, while your abilities are commendable, your jealousy is quite strong, too.”

“The test was produced by Imperial Capital University, sealed and delivered to Verdant. It wasn’t even opened before the test; not even the teachers knew the questions. Tell me, how did Ying Zijin cheat, huh?!”