The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 496

Chapter 496: 450 You guys still have a childhood betrothal【2 updates】

Yun Shan realized, "Young Master, you, Miss Ying, and Uncle Wen have an afternoon flight, separate from the one Zhong Manhua is on, so there won’t be any chance of running into each other."

"Okay, I’ll go pick her up," said Fu Yunshen as he stood up. "Make sure everything is taken care of here in Shanghai City."

Old Master Zhong used to be in the capital, now that he has finally returned, he doesn’t feel like leaving again.

As one ages, there’s a longing to return to one’s roots, to the place of origin.

Thankfully, Zhong Manhua still had some conscience, not harbouring thoughts of doing anything to Old Master Zhong.

Yun Shan saluted with his hands in a fist once more and left.

**

When it was two o’clock in the afternoon, Ying Zijin had packed up everything.

Grandpa Zhong came to the Wen’s to see her off, expressing reluctance to part: "Make sure to come back often to visit, this place is also your home."

Ying Zijin chuckled lightly, "I know, Grandpa."

"Grandpa Zhong," Fu Yunshen said lazily, standing aside with one hand in his pocket, "next year during New Year’s, we’ll come back."

"You rascal," Old Master Zhong lifted his hand and slapped Fu Yunshen’s shoulder, his eyes reddening, "You and your granddaughter really know how to take full advantage of me."

He had to pay back with a whole carload of snacks and had his granddaughter stolen away from him.

Such a bargain deal indeed.

Fu Yunshen merely smiled without saying a word.

"Now that you both are doing so well, Old Man Fu can rest easy up there," sighed Old Master Zhong. He then asked, "When are you planning to get engaged?"

Fu Yunshen tilted his head, looking towards the girl, his peach blossom eyes curving up.

Ying Zijin reminded him, "Grandpa, I’m only eighteen."

"So what if you’re eighteen?" Old Master Zhong glared, "There are plenty who got engaged when they were even younger, you are already eighteen, you can even get married abroad."

Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, he mumbled, "I forgot, you guys have an arranged child betrothal, what a coincidence."

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, equally surprised, "A child betrothal?"

"Yes," Old Master Zhong muttered, "Before you were born, your grandfather and I discussed it, but after getting drunk we forgot about it, and now it just came back to me, what a memory, remembering what shouldn’t be remembered."

This matter also came up when he and Old Man Fu were having a competition over drinks; with nothing left to bet on, they turned to the topic of arranged child marriages.

Unexpectedly, it actually came to fruition.

"Well, let’s not talk about this anymore," Old Master Zhong waved his hand, "Just make sure to get engaged soon, definitely no later than after Zijin’s college graduation. Otherwise, I’m telling you, boy, there are a lot of people waiting to snatch her away."

He had heard that there were at least a dozen soccer players from Verdant who were fond of his granddaughter.

"Okay, I know," Fu Yunshen replied nonchalantly, pulling the girl’s hand, "but it still depends on whether Yaoyao is willing or not, I could only wish for it."

Ying Zijin did not speak, but neither did she let go of his hand.

Old Master Zhong was pleased, "Then you better put in some effort, when the time comes, I can be the marriage witness."

The three of them got into the car; Wen Fengmian was sitting in the front, with Yun Shan driving.

Both of them looked straight ahead, ears absolutely not hearing anything that they shouldn’t.

After a lengthy silence, Fu Yunshen spoke unhurriedly, "I had thought—"

Ying Zijin, leaning against the car window and yawning, asked, "Thought what?"

"Thought that Grandpa Zhong would beat me up, not rush us to get married," Fu Yunshen mused, "So, what do you think?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him, "We’ve only been together for a month, it’s not enough."

"We can date some more." Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, then repeated the three words Old Master Zhong had mentioned, "A child betrothal."

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, "Hmm?"

Fu Yunshen opened his hand, placing her hand in his own palm: "It means that from a young age, you were meant to be mine."

**

The following day.

The capital.

After knowing that Ying Zijin was going to treat Xiu Yu’s injury, Old Master Nie specially cleared a private hospital.

"Your injury has been there for five years," Ying Zijin checked Xiu Yu’s injury and frowned slightly, "Part of the muscle has atrophied and the bone is still fractured, didn’t it hurt at the time?"

She had noticed Xiu Yu was injured at the time, but without examining it, she didn’t know the extent of the injury.

Xiu Yu replied in a low voice, "At that time, I had given up on myself, thinking death would end it all, so I didn’t seek treatment. I’ve cut my wrists before, taken sleeping pills, almost had a mental breakdown, I didn’t feel any pain then."

Her hand injury was sustained during a car race.

The Xiu Family had a racing team that would participate in international events, trading with international major clans.

Xiu Yu nodded her head.

Jiang Ran put away his game console, acting nonchalant, and patted his chest: "Remember to call me when you go back to the Xiu Family, my dad and I will back you up."

How could the Xiu Family, no matter how strong, compare to the Ling Family of the Ancient Martial World?

It would be light for Old Master Xiu to be scared to death.

**

Evening.

First Hospital.

With the doctor’s efforts, Ying Zhenting finally regained consciousness.

Having been in the hospital for nearly a month, his body had not improved; instead, it had deteriorated further.

"Dad, you’d better keep your emotions stable," Ying Tianlv advised while wiping down Ying Zhenting, "Your mood is very important for this illness."

Ying Zhenting’s complexion was sallow, and his voice was straining and hoarse: "Has the blood typing been done?"

"Yes, it’s been done, including all the side branch members of the Ying Family, and not one is suitable," Ying Tianlv replied indifferently, "Mine isn’t suitable either."

Hearing this, Ying Zhenting also felt despair.

In the prime of his life, harboring grand ambitions, he still wanted to lead the Ying Family into the power circles of the capital city.

But how could he fulfill his wishes with such an illness?

The more Ying Zhenting thought, the angrier he became.

He had always been careful with his diet, his sleep habits had been good, so how had his metabolism suddenly failed him?

Unable to figure it out, Ying Zhenting still wanted to struggle: "What about the hospital, is there no liver source available?"

Without a suitable liver source, he could only wait for death.

Ying Tianlv shook his head: "No, the number of people waiting for a liver source greatly exceeds those donating, it’s a huge difference."

"Have you done it for your sister as well?" At this moment, Ying Zhenting suddenly seemed to think of something and sat up with support from his bed, "Have her do the blood typing."

"Dad, have you gone mad?" Ying Tianlv laughed out of exasperation, "Zijin’s blood type is special; it’s common knowledge it won’t match. And you still want her to do it?"

"I’m not talking about her," Ying Zhenting bit his lip, "I mean Xiao Xuan, have Xiao Xuan do the blood typing."

Ying Tianlv paused, slowly lifted his head, and his gaze changed abruptly: "Dad, who did you say?"