The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: 145 Ying Luwei’s piano is just trash [2 updates]

The next second, the Maserati surged forward once again.

It kept accelerating until it left the city area, and only then did the speed begin to stabilize.

Without Fu Yunshen having to say anything, Ying Zijin knew something had happened.

Her phoenix-like eyes turned frosty as she glanced at the rearview mirror.

Following their car were ten black vehicles.

It was clear from the rearview mirror that these cars had been modified and were not ordinary vehicles.

Especially since they were now entering a stretch of mountain road.

Winding and twisting, with many sharp turns and numerous roadwork signs.

A single lapse in attention could lead to a fatal crash.

Miss Ying slightly closed her eyes, understanding what Fu Yunshen was about to do.

Seeing the Maserati enter the mountains, the cars behind followed and picked up speed.

In the blink of an eye, they were level with the Maserati and even started to overtake it faintly.

“Sizzle—”

Fu Yunshen’s gaze turned ice-cold. He floored the accelerator and, with just an inch to spare, brushed past the car beside him, speeding forward to take a sharp turn.

The moment he overtook, the other car failed to reduce its speed and plunged straight down the side of the road.

But this did not affect the other vehicles in the slightest; they continued to advance at high speed, trapping the Maserati in their midst.

This was not racing—it was an assassination attempt.

Fu Yunshen glanced at the speedometer, his lips curving slightly upward, and once more he accelerated.

In a single second, the speed maxed out, causing even the body of the car to emit a faint tremble.

Despite such a high-speed drive, Ying Zijin’s body didn’t tilt in the slightest. She remained calm, her voice even, “Left.”

“Bang!”

The Maserati spun around and knocked the car on its left out of the way.

Seeing this, the remaining cars converged, aiming to crash into the Maserati, clearly intent on wrecking the car.

The air was filled with “bang bang bang” as tires from several of the cars couldn’t withstand the high speed and burst apart.

Their speeds reduced drastically, and they were left far behind.

Fu Yunshen raised his head, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.

Ahead lay a very sharp curve, and the road was narrow, just wide enough for one car to pass through.

“Swoosh—”

Fu Yunshen steered the wheel and, at an ultimate speed, managed to make it past that tight bend.

Drift without limits!

All the cars behind came to a stop, the passengers inside watching in disbelief as the Maserati vanished from their sight.

The Maserati did not stay in the mountains and, after descending on the other side, re-entered the city area.

Aside from a few scratches on the car, there were no dents whatsoever.

No one could guess that this car had just been through a life-or-death high-speed chase.

“Kid, let’s go home first.” Fu Yunshen drove back to the Wen family home, his expression still cold, his voice low, “I have some matters to deal with.”

**

One hour later.

The entrance to the Fu family mansion was graced with ten people whose arms and legs were broken.

This time, they weren’t thrown in the dense bushes; they were dumped right at the main entrance.

People were coming and going within the villa community, making the scene visible to all.

Those who lived here, while not on par with the Fu family, were still among the smaller wealthy families of Shanghai City; inevitably, they had dealings with the Fu family, both large and small.

Now that they witnessed this scene, they were all somewhat astonished.

A wealthy family like the Fu’s naturally had countless enemies.

But as the foremost among the Four major noble families, who in Shanghai City would dare provoke the Fu family?

Fu Mingcheng’s face darkened as he ordered the servants to bring in the ten men.

He could naturally tell that these were the household guards that the Fu family had covertly cultivated, all highly skilled in combat.

Let alone ten, even one with broken arms and legs represented a huge loss.

Fu Mingcheng was originally unaware of exactly what had happened, but Fu Yichen was stunned, “Didn’t I tell you to go after Fu Yunshen? How did you end up like this?”

Several of the men attempted to speak, but could only emit muffled sounds.

Clearly, their throats were also damaged.

“Idiots!” Now that Fu Mingcheng understood, he was furious. He raised his hand and slapped Fu Yichen across the face, “How old are you this year? Twenty-seven! You’re not a child anymore. Look at what you’ve done!”

“Brother Ran, Brother Ran, it’s all a misunderstanding,” Lu Fang panicked, “Brother Ran, I’m truly sorry, I was looking down on others, I’ll never dare again, you gentlemen have large hearts, please let me off.”

“Alright, if you don’t want to eat, that’s fine too,” Jiang Ran let out another cold laugh, “Bury him.”

Before Lu Fang could react, he was forcefully kicked into the cart and smeared with filth all over his face.

He nearly died.

But since Jiang Ran hadn’t given the order, he didn’t dare to get up, and could only lie there miserably.

“Keep an eye on him, make him clean this up,” Jiang Ran said pinching his nose, “It’s too smelly, I really don’t understand how you could have such a hobby.”

The lackey called out to his retreating figure, “Brother Ran, where are Daddy Ying and Sister Yu?”

Jiang Ran didn’t reply.

He had been on his way to find them.

The two had gone over to the third year of high school area.

He had only found out today that their Class Dad had a younger brother.

What was he supposed to call him then? _{freēwēbnovel.com}

Surely not uncle?

Jiang Ran’s face darkened, and he left with a scowl.

The third year hadn’t finished school yet. They were only between classes, and after the break, they would continue with evening self-study.

Wen Tinglan, however, was not among them. He never arrived early or left late; he left as soon as the bell rang.

Ying Zijin saw the boy come out and nodded slightly, “Let’s go.”

Xiu Yu was busy voting for Shang Yaozhi on Weibo, following behind the two.

After leaving the elite class of the third year, the three passed by the music classroom.

During a break from his phone, Xiu Yu glanced inside and clicked his tongue, “Daddy Ying, your Little Aunt Bai Lian is teaching piano to first-year students again, looks like she wants to cultivate a bunch of brain-dead fans.”

“Speaking of her piano skills, how are they? To rival Goddess Vera, she must have some talent, right?”

Ying Zijin, without even looking, replied indifferently, “Trash.”

A piano piece had just finished playing before these words came out, and the music classroom fell silent; all the students inside heard the remark and looked up in astonishment.

“Trash?” A male student stood up and sneered, “Don’t tell me you think just because you ranked first in the second year of high school, you understand the piano?”

“Teacher Ying has received lots of praise from pianists. You say trash? Then come up here and play something. If you can’t, then don’t stand there.”