The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: 035 Fu Yunshen: If no one protects you, I will.

Editor: Henyee Translations

Nie Chao was livid.

Bullying a little sister?

Could they be any more shameless?

Lady Ying, clutching her nose, was in excruciating pain.

On seeing an unfamiliar young man, she regained some confidence, “What’s it to you? Huh?”

Only then did Nie Chao remember that not many in Shanghai City knew him. He stepped aside and called out loudly, “The Seventh Young Master, please come quickly.”

Then, turning his head, he reassured the girl, “Big… little sister, don’t be afraid, the Seventh Young Master is here.”

Ying Zijin paused slightly, then looked up.

Fu Yunshen entered, a step behind.

This time he wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing half of his collarbones, irresistibly deep.

He had a carefree, dissolute air about him, obviously no good at first sight.

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Lady Ying was even more shocked, her mind buzzing, “The Seventh… Young Master?”

Once someone had seen Fu Yunshen’s face, they could never forget it.

Even if some in Shanghai didn’t approve of his achievements, they would still treat him with respect.

“Excuse me, Teacher Xu,” said Fu Yunshen, ignoring the others as he walked up to the girl. “I’m her family, sorry I’m late.”

Teacher Xu was baffled.

Nie Chao clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that the Seventh Young Master really took being shameless to the end, even assuming the role of a parent.

“You should go to your class,” Fu Yunshen glanced sideways, “No need to waste time.”

Seven words, and He Xun’s expression changed.

Ying Zijin was silently contemplative for a moment, then she slowly said, “Actually, I can handle it myself…”

Before she could finish, Fu Yunshen fished a piece of black chocolate from his pocket, his peach blossom eyes hooking slightly, “Yaoyao?”

Ying Zijin, silenced by the snack, “…”

Nie Chao, “???”

What the hell, he even brings snacks to feed her at any time?

Damn, is he raising his wife like a daughter?

Teacher Deng adjusted his glasses and also spoke up, “Mr. Fu is right. Zijin, you go to class and don’t delay; the adults here will take care of this.”

Ying Zijin raised her hand and still took the piece of chocolate.

She didn’t want to trouble him.

Though she knew he indeed cared for her sincerely.

“Go on then,” Fu Yunshen leaned in slightly, patting her head. “If you stay here, I’m afraid I’ll scare you when I start to get rough later.”

Nie Chao was choked up.

A blatant lie!

Had they forgotten how the big shot single-handedly beat up five thugs?

Teacher Deng quite agreed, “You’ve been spooked, let me take you to the infirmary to check on you.”

The door to the office opened and closed, the atmosphere becoming icy cold to the extreme.

Ying Feifei clutched Lady Ying’s clothes tightly, shivering nonstop.

Lu Fang had said Ying Zijin had ingratiated herself with Fu Yunshen; she didn’t believe it at first, but now she had to.

What kind of luck was this?

Fu Yunshen looked up, “Teacher Xu, I want to understand what happened.”

Teacher Xu hurriedly recounted the incident, “Mr. Fu, we are discussing how to resolve this.

The man’s peach blossom eyes, which were suffused with laughter, grew cold inch by inch until they were ice-cold.

Lady Ying shivered, no longer possessed of her former arrogance: “Seventh Young Master, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding.”

“Yes, it’s been so long,” Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, “Twenty years.”

In front of him was a sea of blood.

Screams and gunfire intertwined, assaulting his eardrums.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he laughed again, “In the past, I really hoped someone would protect me, but there was no one. So, I want to protect her.”

Hearing this, Nie Chao was inexpressibly sad, “Seventh Young Master…”

The man leaned against the wall, his long legs bent, as he looked up at the sky and said softly, “My life has been too fraught with hardship to settle down, but Yaoyao, she must have the best.”

He smiled, the curvature of his lips gentle.

**

In the evening, Zhong Family house.

When Zhong Manhua arrived, Old Master Zhong was reading the newspaper next to the dining table and responded indifferently, “You’re here.”

Zhong Manhua’s steps faltered, “Dad.”

“Where’s Zijin?” Old Master Zhong finally put down his newspaper and craned his neck, looking toward the door in disappointment. “Why hasn’t she come back yet?”

He couldn’t help rebuking, “What kind of a mother are you, coming here by yourself? What does that look like?” _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Zhong Manhua was incredibly agitated.

If it weren’t for that call from Verdant in the morning making her feel embarrassed, why wouldn’t she go pick up Ying Zijin from school?

The Zhong Family was her maternal home. She married into the Ying Family, a union of strong alliances meant to be a wonderful story.

But because of Ying Zijin, the Zhong Family’s daughters-in-law had not missed any opportunity to mock her behind her back.

“Wanwan, aren’t you in the same class as Zijin?” Old Master Zhong remembered something and looked back. “Didn’t you see her?”

It was already seven o’clock, and high school second-years should have been let out by now.

Zhong Zhiwan tightened her fingers and said softly, “Grandfather, I didn’t see her, and my cousin might…”

“Might what?” Old Master Zhong became anxious. “She hasn’t gotten into trouble, has she?”

Zhong Zhiwan quickly glanced at Zhong Manhua, “My cousin might be expelled by Verdant.”