The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 632 - 538 Don’t Mess With Little Ancestor Emperor Ying [3 Updates]

Chapter 632: 538 Don’t Mess With Little Ancestor Emperor Ying [3 Updates]

The punishment of being placed on probation could have been rescinded.

Once Yan Anhe achieved some accomplishment in the medical field in the future, she could just talk to the department of medicine and do them a favor to have it removed.

Given enough time, no one would remember what Yan Anhe had done.

But now, Imperial Capital University had expelled her, and there was no turning back.

But for Yan Ruoxue, this was not the most important matter.

What mattered most was that she had been dismissed from her position as well, effective immediately, with no grace period, and she didn’t even need to perform her own leaving procedures.

The dean of the biology department had announced she could get lost.

Yan Ruoxue didn’t teach many classes at Imperial Capital University, just one large lecture a week.

But the salary was not low, and she also had a reputation to uphold.

Without this job, she had lost a source of income and her network.

Yan Anhe felt as though the room had gone dark, her voice trembling, "Auntie, what did you say?"

She was expelled from Imperial Capital University?!

Wasn’t it just probation?

How could this have happened?

"You still have the nerve to ask me what I’m saying?" Yan Ruoxue said angrily, "Who on earth did you manage to offend?"

She didn’t even consider Ying Zijin.

Ying Zijin was just a student at Imperial Capital University and did not have the power to get her fired from the biology department.

Yan Anhe felt a tightness in her chest and a spasmodic pain; she murmured, "How could this happen?"

She couldn’t think of anything she had done that would have implicated Yan Ruoxue as well.

"Yan Anhe, this is the last time I’m warning you," Yan Ruoxue spoke coldly, "return from the Ancient Medical World right now, don’t go anywhere else, the Ji Family is choosing their heir next week."

"If you cause any more trouble before I take control of the Ji Family, don’t blame me for cutting ties with you! I won’t care about you anymore!"

Having said that, Yan Ruoxue hung up the phone in anger.

The assistant kept his head down, afraid the anger would spill onto him as well.

Only when Yan Ruoxue asked him, "How are things in the O Continent?" did he look up.

"Everything is ready," the assistant hurriedly answered, "Professor Manuel will send someone over to fully support you, don’t worry, besides you, nobody else in the Ji Family has connections with the top international laboratories."

Choosing the heir to the Ji Family also depends on international connections.

Indeed, only Yan Ruoxue had entered the top international laboratories.

Not even Wen Fengmian could.

Yan Ruoxue gave a grunt of acknowledgment, her mood slightly appeased.

It seemed that the position of heir could only belong to her.

When the time came, she would drive out everyone she disliked.

This included Wen Fengmian, and Ying Zijin as well.

**

Shanghai City.

Today was November 11th; at five o’clock in the morning, Old Master Zhong went to the Mausoleum alone.

He placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the headstone, and after lighting three sticks of incense, he slowly sat down.

"Old Man Fu, you can rest assured," Old Master Zhong was silent for a long while before speaking, "The Boy Fu is doing very well; he’s the president of the Venus Group for the Asia-Pacific Region, surpassing several of your Fu Families, even the wealthy families of the capital can’t compare."

"Also, those who bullied him have met with retribution; although I’ve told you before, you have a bad memory, so I’ll repeat it a few times to make you happy."

The photograph on the tombstone was of Old Master Fu when he was young.

Wearing military attire, his features sharp and distinguished, he appeared noble and striking.

It seemed as if time had not passed, and everything remained unchanged.

"You really think I can’t see through your little scheme?" Old Master Zhong said, his eyes beginning to turn red, and he wiped them, "You’ve long wanted your rotten kid to marry my granddaughter, and you didn’t tell me, just freeloading and bumming around."

"That wish of yours has also been fulfilled. When they get married, I’ll buy some liquor, and we’ll drink a pot together."

"That game of chess we played back then, I never touched it, it’s still preserved to this day..."

Old Master Zhong rambled on for quite some time, not leaving the Mausoleum until noon.

His figure had aged considerably.

In the old Zhong Family estate, Steward Zhong was overseeing the servants in the kitchen.

Hearing noises, he came out and smiled, "Master Zhong, Miss Zijin is returning this afternoon; why didn’t you wait for her and went alone?"

"No, absolutely not. I can’t wait for her," Old Master Zhong waved his hand dismissively, muttering, "If that girl saw her grandpa crying, where would I put my life’s reputation?"

Steward Zhong didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and was at a loss for words.

The old master really cared about his face.

At that moment, the door to the old estate opened again, and a calm voice came from the entrance: "Grandpa, who’s been crying?"

Old Master Zhong immediately stood up straight and coughed a few times authoritatively before turning around and pointing at Steward Zhong: "Your steward grandfather has been crying, just now he was bawling his eyes out, ah, it was quite a sight, I was just consoling him."

Fortunately, he had already wiped away his tears; otherwise, it would’ve been quite the scene.

Steward Zhong: "???"

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly and said unhurriedly, "Grandpa, lying is not a good habit."

Old Master Zhong: "..."

He now felt his granddaughter was actually his ancestor, somewhat scary.

"Grandpa Zhong." Fu Yunshen followed a step behind as he entered, still carrying that dandy air about him, nonchalant and languid, "I brought you some snacks from the Imperial Capital and some from O continent, enough to last you a long while."

Old Master Zhong put on his reading glasses, rather proudly, "Hmph, my grandson-in-law is the best. Come on, you rascal, come and play a game of chess with your grandpa."

Ying Zijin followed them up to the study and, unsurprisingly, spotted a new video on Old Master Zhong’s computer.

While making his move in the game, Old Master Zhong spoke, "By the way, when are you two going public? I see your CP fans are howling with hunger since they have no sweets to eat."

"Ah, I feel sorry for them. I want to give them some sweets, but I can’t. Those kids have it tough."

Ying Zijin rubbed her head.

Both are old masters, so why is her grandpa so trendy?

Old Master Nie doesn’t even know what a CP is.

"I’m fine with it." Fu Yunshen tilted his head, lips curling, "It’s up to Yaoyao."

Old Master Zhong looked up, full of anticipation.

Ying Zijin yawned heartlessly, "Let’s wait until university graduation."

"..."

Old Master Zhong felt a twinge in his heart.

Although he was happy to know he would live a long life, he didn’t know when he would be able to hold his great-grandchildren.

He had no expectations for Ying Tianlv—he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

After lunch with Old Master Zhong, Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen left the Zhong family mansion and drove to the mausoleum.

Steward Zhong closed the door, hesitating to speak, "Old Master, about that matter, are you not going to tell Miss Zijin? I think it’s better for Miss Ying to know."

Old Master Zhong’s expression paused, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head, "No, there’s no need to trouble her. She’s doing well now, it doesn’t matter whether she knows or not."

**

In the evening.

Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen visited Old Master Fu’s grave at the mausoleum, then went up the mountain.

The wind was strong on the mountain, with sparse stars and a bright moon.

Except for the lack of a torrential downpour, it was no different from a year ago.

Fu Yunshen arranged the offerings and said slowly, "Yaoyao, I didn’t expect you to remember, so why did you follow me here?"

He had sent her to the Ancient Martial World, and she had agreed. He thought he could let her avoid the day of November 11th.

But to his surprise, she was right beside him on the plane today.

It really caught him off guard.

"Your birthday, how could I possibly forget?" Ying Zijin took out the sachet she had made, bowed her head, and carefully placed it in the pocket of his black shirt, patting it, "Twenty-four already, time flies."

She looked up, earnest, "Fu Yunshen, happy birthday."

Fu Yunshen’s hand trembled slightly.

This was the second time she called him by his full name, just like on November 11th of the previous year.

But each time he heard it, his heart trembled deeply, as if he had been electrocuted.

Fu Yunshen lifted his hand, his palm clutching the girl’s waist tightly, hugging her closely, and resting his chin in the crook of her shoulder.

After a while, he chuckled softly, his voice husky, "I never thought I’d have such good fortune before."

"What?"

"Never thought I’d really get to celebrate my birthday one day."

His birthday was the day of mourning for Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.

This date constantly reminded him that he was a harbinger of misfortune, that he had caused the death of his family, and that he needed to seek revenge.

So he wouldn’t celebrate his birthday.

But now, he needed to protect the person before him first.

"It’s not just one day, it’s always." Ying Zijin said with a sidelong glance and a smile, "I’ll celebrate with you from now on."

"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen released her, his lips curling teasingly, and he ran his fingers through her hair, "My girl has gotten prettier. You used to hardly smile, is it thanks to me? Hm?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him and remained silent.

Some people like to take an inch and want a mile.

You can’t indulge them.

She sat to the side, listening as Fu Yunshen spoke to Fu Liuying, her gaze softening slightly.

"I’m certain that Xiu Shaoning and my mother both went to the same place," Fu Yunshen concluded his tribute and stood up, his voice indifferent, "The difference is, my mother came back, while Xiu Shaoning is still there."

Ying Zijin was silent.

She knew too.

Without a doubt, Norton was also there.

But they couldn’t find him now.

And the people bearing the black skull emblem hadn’t appeared again, their trail completely cold.

What kind of power were those who even IBI couldn’t trace?

"We’ll find them," Ying Zijin raised her hand to stroke his head, "They’ll show up sooner or later, it’s better they don’t now."

Her cultivation and Divine Calculation abilities had not yet recovered.

"Yeah, that’s true. If—" Fu Yunshen turned towards a corner of the tombstone, a pause in his gaze.

His amber pupils instantly darkened, and a cold and fierce light surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

The soil here had been disturbed.