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The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: 348 Provoking her, even the Yuan family wouldn’t suffice as an accompanying burial【1 more】

She followed the assistant’s gaze and saw a big man squatting in front of a seat.

His expression was one of abject misery.

This sight made it hard to believe that he was the next heir to the Nie Family.

But indeed, he was.

The Mu family also had numerous photos of Nie Chao from various angles.

So even though Nie Chao only gave them a profile view, Mong Ru would not fail to recognize him.

She immediately stood up from her seat and walked over.

The aisle of the first-class cabin was spacious enough for two people to stand side by side without a problem.

“Mr. Nie Chao,” Mong Ru said politely, “Hello, I did not expect to meet you here.”

In the Imperial Capital, Elder Nie kept a very close watch on Nie Chao.

Even at cocktail parties, the Nie family’s bodyguards would block those trying to give toasts.

The Nie family’s strict family rules thwarted those who sought to climb the social ladder through underhanded methods.

Upon hearing someone call him, Nie Chao was puzzled, with a question mark appearing on his forehead.

He turned his head, glanced at Mong Ru, and wondered, “Who are you?”

Mong Ru’s smile stiffened, “Young Master Nie Chao, you might not recognize me; I am Mong Ru. Yuan Wenlong is my husband. We once had a cooperation with the Nie Family.”

Calling it a cooperation was a stretch, as it was more like just having their names tagged on.

There were many families in the Imperial Capital, but families like the Nie and Mu families did not bother to associate with others.

“Oh,” Nie Chao responded without thinking, “Never heard of it.”

Ling Mianxi blinked.

She had discovered that Nie Chao and Nie Yi did share some similarities after all.

Truly brothers.

Mong Ru now saw Ling Mianxi and frowned.

Why was there a young girl next to Nie Chao?

Mong Ru pondered for a moment, running through her mind all the famous socialites of the Imperial Capital, but she could not find a face that matched Ling Mianxi’s.

She naturally assumed that Ling Mianxi was either a lady from a minor family or a starlet from the entertainment circle.

After all, women were not lacking around Nie Chao, and they changed frequently.

Before Nie Chao was confirmed as the heir to the Nie Family, there were plenty of women who clung to him.

Mong Ru ignored Ling Mianxi, “Young Master Nie Chao, there is something I would like to discuss with you.”

With that, she called her assistant, took a document from the folder, and began, “It’s about this project; I wonder if you have any…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Fu Yunshen looked up, his peach blossom eyes swept over her lightly, “Quiet.”

Suddenly interrupted, Mong Ru furrowed her brows in displeasure.

She turned her head, ready to reprimand.

But when she saw that stunning face, Mong Ru was suddenly frozen in her tracks.

The man sat on the soft chair, his eyelashes long and delicate, his skin at the collar pale and cold, a striking contrast to the color of his lips.

He was captivating.

Though he appeared nonchalant, he exuded an incredibly powerful aura that commanded respect.

Mong Ru took a step back, surprised, “You, you are…?”

The new president for the Asia-Pacific Region of the Venus Group was also on this flight?

Was this her lucky day?

Mong Ru was unaware that besides Nie Chao and Fu Yunshen, Jiang Ran, Ling Mianxi, and Xiu Yu also held no less significant standings.

Yet she had seen none of them.

“Sorry, hello, I am Mong Ru.” Suppressing her excitement, where she forgot about keeping her voice down, she introduced herself again, “From the Imperial Capital’s Yuan Family, Yuan Wenlong is my husband.”

Ying Zijin shifted slightly; clearly, she was disturbed by the noise.

She reached to take off her eyepatch, wanting to see what was happening.

Another warm palm covered the back of her hand, soft and dry.

With a comforting strength.

“Didn’t you see that someone is sleeping?” Fu Yunshen leaned back in his chair, his eyelids not even flickering as he spoke without looking at Mong Ru, “Is that how you’ve been taught?”

He chuckled, his tone chilling, “Get out.”

Mong Ru’s face turned pale.

If it were anyone else who spoke to her like this, she would have responded with even more unkind words.

But this was Fu Yunshen, the president of Venus Group for the Asia-Pacific Region. Provoking him would mean the entire Yuan family wouldn’t suffice as collateral.

“Ma’am, she’s too loud,” Nie Chao understood Fu Yunshen’s mood and immediately called for the flight attendant, “Please remove her from here; I’ll cover any incurred costs.”

Nie Chao felt that this was his most magnanimous moment. frёewebηovel.cѳm

That was the VIP passage.

A woman walked out surrounded by bodyguards, dressed in the season’s trendiest outfit, head-to-toe in luxury brands.

Wearing sunglasses, her lips a fiery red.

It was Xiu Yan.

Xiu Yu also saw, pausing in her steps.

“Xiao Yu,” Ling Mianxi followed her gaze, “Actually, you could totally go back. She’s no match for you at all.”

Xiu Yu was silent for a moment, “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Although the Ancient Martial World can’t interfere with secular family affairs, helping one or two people isn’t a big deal; I could lend a hand,” Ling Mianxi counted on her fingers, “I should be able to deal with those shameless people in your family, right?”

Xiu Yu’s mouth twitched, “Law-abiding society, use your brain.”

“Such a hassle,” Ling Mianxi realized as well.

That’s also why the Ancient Martial World had such a rule.

Ancient martial artists were accustomed to using force, and trivial matters could lead to bloodshed, easily disturbing the social order.

Ling Mianxi bounced off to find Ying Zijin, “Yingying, I’ll treat you to Imperial Capital’s candied hawthorns.”

**

Meanwhile

At the Ying Family’s old residence.

Even though Ying Zhenting had comforted her for a long time, Zhong Manhua still felt deep regret.

These days she had neither been eating nor sleeping well, consumed by anxiety.

Eventually, she couldn’t resist any longer and shamelessly called Old Master Zhong, asking him to bring Ying Zijin to the Ying Family for a New Year’s Day meal.

“There’s no need,” Old Master Zhong answered with a displeased tone the moment he heard Zhong Manhua’s voice, “Spend New Year’s Day on your own, peacefully with your daughter.”

Old Master Zhong did not share a flight with Ying Zijin.

He thought it wouldn’t be proper to disturb a group of young people, so he booked a flight with Ying Tianlv for next month to fly over and celebrate the New Year together.

The older generation valued traditional festivals more, and he didn’t care much about New Year’s Eve.

“Dad!” Zhong Manhua’s nerves ached at the last sentence, “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean nothing at all,” Old Master Zhong said coldly, “I’ve said this before, Zhong Manhua, I hope you don’t regret it.”

“I’ll say it one more time, this is just the beginning.”

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