The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: 027 bad face condition

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[Explosive! Ying Luwei enters hospital in the dead of night, suspected pregnancy!]

The hot topic was right under the trending search, visible as soon as you opened Weibo.

Soon, Ying Luwei’s fans, the Dewdrops, rushed over upon hearing the news.

[Wow, is sister about to tie the knot with our brother-in-law soon!]

[Ahhh, if Luwei is pregnant, we won’t be able to see her at the concert!]

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[So excited, so excited, Luwei has such a pretty face, and so does brother-in-law, their child is going to be gorgeous.]

Ying Luwei and Jiang Moyuan’s engagement was no secret, and the Dewdrops affectionately referred to Jiang Moyuan as brother-in-law.

Amidst the flood of celebratory comments, there were always some others.

[Heh, Jiang Moyuan must be blind to actually marry a big white lotus flower. What now, planning to grow a small white lotus flower? Is he starting a pond for flower cultivation?]

One sentence, two people insulted, infuriating the fans who were about to explode with curses.

But due to the incident that day, fearful of being slapped in the face again, the lead fans spoke up in time.

[The haters are back, sisters, don’t give the haters any attention, the more you give, the more they jump, quickly report them.]

While the fans reported the negative comments, they joyfully celebrated in the dedicated fan forums.

Little did they know that at that moment, Ying Luwei was nearly going mad. Looking at her reflection covered in red rash, she didn’t even dare to cry.

“What happened?” her agent jumped in fright, “What did you touch?”

Ying Luwei’s voice was choked, “Nothing at all.”

She had simply returned to the old house.

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“This is so strange, even the doctor couldn’t find the allergen, can’t treat it properly,” the agent frowned, “I’ll call Grandpa, have him…”

“No way!” Ying Luwei suddenly got excited, “Moyuan cannot see me like this.”

“Then you…” the agent was troubled, “Okay, okay, I’ll contact the doctors in the imperial capital to prepare to go there to lay low.”

Ying Luwei put on her mask, feeling like dying.

The agent also admonished, “Don’t touch your face, no matter how itchy, bear with it, wear a mask the next few days, and absolutely do not show your face.”

**

Meanwhile,

Inside a private booth of a hotpot skewer restaurant.

The spicy fragrance grew stronger, tempting the taste buds.

Ying Zijin propped her chin and pointed at the picture of the spicy and hot broth, “Let’s have this one.”

Fu Yunshen glanced at it and then ordered a mushroom broth pot, “Your body isn’t in good shape, eat less spicy food.”

“…”

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He leaned back in his chair, smiling, “Shouldn’t brother make the decisions when you’re treating me to a meal?”

Ying Zijin rubbed her head and reluctantly agreed, “Okay.”

Then she’d come and eat by herself next time.

Choosing ingredients, cooking, the service was smooth and efficient.

Soon, the steam spread, offering a sense of warmth.

The girl held an iced cola, lost in thought, her lowered eyelashes catching a few droplets.

It was hazy, reminiscent of mist floating on distant mountains, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Beauty that shouldn’t exist in the mortal world suddenly descending, creating an almost surreal feeling.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, “Yaoyao.”

Ying Zijin snapped back to reality, “Hmm?”

“I remember Verdant Middle School starts in three days,” the man said casually, “Do you need me to take you there?”

Hearing this, Ying Zijin, who was contemplating whether to start with raising flowers or pigs, “…”

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Her retirement life seemed to have ended before it had even started.

She hadn’t exactly shunned education before, actually, she quite liked learning new things.

Back in O continent, she used to spar in Alchemy with that madman at Norton University.

The Alchemy in O continent was equivalent to refining medicine in the Ancient Medical field of Hua Country.

On the other hand, in order to facilitate walking on Earth, she had studied mathematics, physics, biology, astronomy, and so on here within three hundred years.

She had also participated in some discussions held by top scholars of that time and learned a lot from them.

But to ask her to attend school now?

Ying Zijin retrieved the subjects studied at Verdant Middle School from her memory, pondering thoughtfully.

Apart from literature and composition, which she had not been exposed to, the rest didn’t seem difficult.

Fortunately, she could continue to live a leisurely life while casually experiencing the campus life of the 21st century.

“It’s fine, I can go there on my own,” Ying Zijin said with a slight shake of her head, “and it’s not far.”

Verdant Middle School was within the Second Ring, where transportation was convenient.

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“If there’s anything you need help with, just let me know,” Fu Yunshen nodded his head, “By the way, Yaoyao, about that medicine…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when another vial of medicine appeared in front of him, this one white.

“Upgraded version.” Ying Zijin yawned, “I have more if it’s not enough.”

Fu Yunshen clearly hadn’t expected this gesture. He paused for a moment, his lips curving slightly, “Yaoyao is so generous?”

Ying Zijin replied indifferently, “It’s not like everyone has it.”

There were only a few people who were truly good to her.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled tenderly, “Thank you, Yaoyao.”

He knew that these medicines were anything but simple.

At least within the Ancient Medical field in Hua Country, there were fewer than a dozen people who could refine them.

One pill was priceless.

But she had given it without a word, and even a whole bottle.

Fu Yunshen didn’t ask, nor did he investigate.

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Everyone has their secrets, and he was no exception.

**

Three days later.

Verdant Middle School.

Apart from the third year of high school students who had returned to school early on the sixth day, the first and second year students started today.

Early self-study sessions began at a quarter past seven, but by six forty, the Elite Class of the second year of high school was already full.

Once this year’s third-year students graduated, they would be the new third-year students, and they couldn’t slack off even a bit.

But one seat was still empty.

That seat was in the most inconspicuous corner of the classroom, next to the trash can, its desk and chairs covered in dust, and there was an array of disordered footprints.

The student on duty had intentionally or unintentionally overlooked this area while cleaning.

A few boys looked over there, whispering to one another.

“Do you think she’s too scared to come?”

“I think it’s possible, besides, even if she comes, it’s pointless. With a perfect score of 750, she scored 387, pulling down our class average.”

“Exactly, if I were her, I’d be too embarrassed to stay in the Elite Class.”

What kind of student is most despised in the Elite Class?

Someone who hasn’t put in anything, yet still gets what others can’t.

Occupying the best resources without aspiring to improve.

There are only fifty people in the Elite Class, and Ying Zijin occupying one spot means that the student who ranked fifty-first couldn’t enter.

Ying Feifei was sitting in front of these boys.

She heard their words, poked the person in front of her, and whispered, “Zhiwan, what do you think your aunt was thinking? Why would she insist on sending a foster daughter to the Elite Class?”

Zhong Zhiwan was reading a physics book and replied with a faint smile, “I’m not sure what my aunt was thinking, but she got into the Elite Class thanks to Teacher Ying’s blessing.”

Ying Luwei was a distinguished music teacher at Verdant Middle School who occasionally also taught the students.

“Teacher Ying is too nice to her, isn’t she?” Ying Feifei felt annoyed, “This way, even if she doesn’t perform well, she won’t be kicked out of the Elite Class.”

No one wanted Ying Zijin to stay; she really dragged them down.

Zhong Zhiwan closed the book and said indifferently, “Kicking her out of the Elite Class? That’s not difficult, is it?”