The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: 005 Head-patting

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As he got closer, his mesmerizingly devilish features were just inches away.

Framed by a pair of peach-blossom eyes brimming with amorous smiles, it was almost an overwhelming attack.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Nie Chao choked, shocked by his shamelessness, “Holy shit, Seventh Young Master, have some decency.”

Who flirts with someone’s younger sister like this?

Ying Zijin rested her chin on her hand, and upon hearing that, she looked up with an indifferent expression: “He is quite handsome.”

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Nie Chao: “…”

What could he say when one is willing to hit and the other is willing to be hit?

“Honest kids are cute.” Fu Yunshen stood up lazily, “Then I’ll be the good guy to the end, I’ll take you home.”

Just as Nie Chao was about to ask what he should do, a glance from the other shut him down: “…”

Fine, I’ll just walk myself.

Oh, brothers have no rights in front of a woman.

Nie Chao followed behind, filled with sorrow.

Ying Zijin paused for a moment: “No need to trouble yourself, after all the calculations, I’m the one who owes you.”

Other than his age and name and other superficial information, important details about Fu Yunshen remained a mystery. Maybe it’s because her abilities haven’t recovered yet, or possibly…

It’s best to keep a distance.

“Hm?” Fu Yunshen took out his car keys and laughed when he heard this, “How do you owe me? Didn’t you remind Nie Chao? Wasn’t it a fair trade?”

He paused, his lips curving into a smile: “How about this, kid, if you really feel like you owe me, why don’t you tell me some gossip about Shanghai City?”

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Ying Zijin looked at him, her eyebrows raised: “Gossip?”

She knew the meaning of gossip, which referred to amusing anecdotes and rumors, and it had nothing to do with hexagrams.

It seems she still had a lot to learn about the new things in the 21st century.

“I just got back, didn’t I?” Fu Yunshen’s hand rested on the car door, “So, how about it, satisfy my curiosity?”

He raised his hand, gesturing for her to please enter.

Ying Zijin’s eyes paused.

During her first visit to Earth, she spent three hundred years in Continent O, assuming different identities and traveling through the entire continent. Thus, she was familiar with all the royal etiquette there.

This gesture originated from Country Y’s royal family but was abandoned in the first half of the 16th century.

“If you don’t get in the car now, your uncle will come out soon.” Fu Yunshen glanced sideways, “Look at me, powerless and without influence, what if he catches us together?”

That sentence made the girl decisively choose to sit in the passenger seat.

Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows: “Does Jiang Moyuan really have that much deterrence? Kid, you’ve hurt my feelings again.”

Ying Zijin indifferently responded: “It’s just a hassle.”

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Fu Yunshen was slightly startled, obviously not expecting such an answer, then he lifted the corners of his eyes and let out a low chuckle.

The light brushed over the man’s fine black hair, dancing and falling, tinting his brows and eyes a pale golden color.

The crimson of his lips and his naturally pale skin created a sharp contrast, the devilishly attractive look undiminished.

He rolled up the car window: “I heard that Jiang Moyuan was the one who brought you from Qingshui County to Shanghai City?”

“Yes.” Ying Zijin recalled for a moment, “He said he was sending me to Verdant to study.”

Verdant Middle School is the top-ranked high school in Shanghai City. Students from its elite classes can all get into Imperial Capital University, with a key placement rate of over 98%. Parents would do anything to get their children in.

Ying Zijin looked out the window, narrowing her eyes: “I had a car accident on the way and ended up in the hospital.”

The car accident didn’t cause any fatal injuries, but it alerted the Ying Family to her existence because she has the extremely rare Rhnull blood type, just like Ying Luwei.

This type of blood is also known as Golden Blood, the true Universal Blood, suitable for transfusion to any other blood type. However, if she herself needed blood, only Rhnull blood would do.

There are less than a hundred people with the Rhnull blood type worldwide, and even the Ying Family couldn’t provide an adequate blood supply for Ying Luwei when she was injured.

She was just the right candidate.

Fu Yunshen’s fingers paused slightly, “Is this why the Ying Family adopted you?”

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Ying Zijin propped her head with her hand and answered nonchalantly as if it was none of her concern, “A living blood bank delivered to their doorstep, why wouldn’t they take it.”

‘Rnull’ blood also has a very special characteristic, each person can only draw from it once, and after drawing, antibodies will be produced.

If one forcibly draws a second time, they will die.

But she wouldn’t.

That’s why the Ying Family had been keeping her all along.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, his gaze settling for two seconds, and then suddenly raised his hand, patting her head.

Just like a little kitten.

Ying Zijin slowly turned her head, her face expressionless, a murderous intent surfacing in her eyes, “What are you doing?”

“Telling you not to think too much,” Fu Yunshen seemed to be in a particularly good mood, his lips curving upward, “Fasten your seat belt, we are about to set off.”

**

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in a hillside villa district.

“Remember to rest early,” Fu Yunshen said to the girl getting out of the car, “Drink more longan and red date soup.”

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Ying Zijin’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, “I know, thank you.”

“I’ve heard so many thanks from you today that my ears have grown calluses,” the man said, his long forearm resting on the window, chuckling, “If you really want to thank me, read my fortune sometime.”

Ying Zijin uncharacteristically rubbed her head, slightly helpless, “Alright.”

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen appeared contemplative as if thinking about something.

He didn’t leave immediately but added lazily, “Alright, go rest, the night is too dark, I will watch you until you’re inside.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “You too.”

After saying goodbye, she turned and walked toward the group of villas.

Before she reached the villa, the door was opened, with the old house’s butler coming out.

His gaze was stern, filled with scrutiny, “So the Second Miss has finally deigned to return?”

The girl stood at the bottom of the stairs, her long lashes adorned with a layer of frost, snow accumulating on her hair.

Her wrists were delicate and white, her veins visible, and her frame so thin it seemed the wind could blow her over.

The butler frowned at the sight, yet did not forget the instructions from those inside the house.

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He spoke up, “The lady said that since the Second Miss has such a rebellious mentality and capriciously left the hospital, you should not come home tonight either.”

“Whenever the Second Miss acknowledges her mistake, only then will she be allowed to enter.”

“Second Miss, please.”

The sarcasm was thick.

Displeasure and annoyance were written all over the butler’s face.

This Second Miss was always courting trouble, it was time she learned the hard way.

He was curious to see how long she could last in such heavy snow.

To his surprise, upon hearing these words, the girl didn’t even glance at him, turned around, and left without any signs of reluctance.

The butler was taken aback.

Why did she just leave?

Shouldn’t she be crying and apologizing, begging for forgiveness?

He knew the lady’s intention wasn’t truly to punish the Second Miss, but to teach her to understand hierarchies and to make fewer mistakes.

If the Second Miss really left, he would be the one to be punished in the end.

Hurriedly, the butler stepped forward to block the girl’s path, with an unexpected look of concern, “Second Miss, where do you intend to go now? Don’t be stubborn anymore. Just act spoiled to the lady, say some nice words, admit your fault, and it will all be fine, won’t it?”