Chapter 202: 194 Ying Zijin is the true thousand-gold lady, heart-throbbing [3 updates]

The voice from the handset was very unfamiliar.

It was a man’s.

His tone was very polite, and his voice deep.

“Hello, Zijin sister, I’m sorry to disturb you at this time,” he said, “I am Ying Tianlv.”

Ying Zijin tilted her head, her voice indifferent: “I’m not your sister.”

Between the words, there was endless coldness.

No emotional fluctuations, no warmth.

It was hard to imagine what hardships one had to go through to become like this.

Ying Tianlv, who had always been indifferent to women’s feelings, felt a chill in his heart.

Although he had only met Ying Zijin once, back then, she would still smile at him.

The smile was small, but it was sincere.

Ying Tianlv paused for a moment: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that on purpose,”

After a pause, he continued: “I have learned about everything my mother did to you, and I really didn’t expect her to do such things.”

“The harm has been done, and I know it’s useless to say anything now. I am not asking for your forgiveness, I just hope to offer you some compensation.”

At the dining table, Old Master Zhong glanced at Ying Tianlv.

Only after confirming that he was not in cahoots with Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua did he put on his reading glasses, took out his iPad and began surfing the internet.

At the same time, Old Master Zhong also hesitated, wondering whether or not to tell Ying Tianlv the truth about the matter.

Ying Zijin had told him, since she had left the Ying Family, she didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone from the Ying Family anymore.

He needed to respect her wishes.

Ying Tianlv was about to speak when he heard the girl’s even tone: “No need for compensation, I’m fine, as long as you all don’t bother me.”

“The Pink Diamond incident was really too rash of my mother,” Ying Tianlv pressed his brow and sighed, “I’m not making excuses for her, what she did was so extreme, she deserved to be detained for a few days to sober up.”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the call was disconnected.

Ying Tianlv looked at the call interface and let out a wry smile.

If he hadn’t been using Old Master Zhong’s mobile phone, he probably wouldn’t even have the right to speak to Ying Zijin.

He truly hadn’t expected that within a year, Zhong Manhua had forced Ying Zijin to donate blood to Ying Luwei thirteen times, regardless of whether she was willing or not.

Ying Tianlv massaged his temples and handed the phone back to Old Master Zhong: “Grandpa, thank you.”

“All right,” Old Master Zhong nodded, “Sit down and eat.”

Ying Tianlv sat down and noticed Ying Yuexuan seemed to be in a daze, and called out, “Wanwan, what are you thinking about?”

“Ah? Oh, oh,” Ying Yuexuan came back to her senses, somewhat dazedly, and took her seat.

The servant served all the dishes, and with only three people, there wasn’t a lot eaten.

Ying Yuexuan ate somewhat absentmindedly, focusing only on the rice without touching the dishes.

She hadn’t failed to notice that Elder Zhong was not as affectionate towards her as before.

She could almost instantly surmise that Elder Zhong knew about her not being his biological granddaughter.

If that weren’t the case, Elder Zhong wouldn’t treat her with this attitude.

But, clearly, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting had agreed to keep it a secret from everyone else.

How did Elder Zhong find out?

“What’s wrong?” Elder Zhong put down his chopsticks, “Does it not suit your taste?”

Ying Yuexuan shook her head: “No.”

“Maybe because you just returned from abroad, you’re not accustomed to it yet,” Ying Tianlv hadn’t noticed Ying Yuexuan’s anomaly; he thought for a moment, “Grandpa, is Zijin still at Verdant?”

“What do you want to do?” Elder Zhong snorted coldly, “I’ll tell you, she doesn’t want to see you guys, so don’t disturb her.”

“Grandpa, that’s not what I meant,” Ying Tianlv said with a helpless smile, “Mom went too far, I have to make up for it.”

“No need,” Elder Zhong waved his hand, “Zijin told me, she feels comfortable not seeing any of you.”

Ying Yuexuan didn’t speak, but kept her head down and continued eating her rice, feeling somewhat ashamed of her earlier thoughts.

Ying Zijin was the true daughter of the Ying Family, while she was an impostor.

How could she entertain such thoughts? It was utterly wrong.

Ying Yuexuan lifted her head and hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Brother.”

Ying Tianlv was thinking about a solution; hearing her, he turned his head: “What is it?”

“I just, actually…” Ying Yuexuan bit her lip, “No, it’s nothing, just my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable, I’m going to the restroom.”

She still swallowed back the words “I’m actually not your real sister.”

She was scared that if Ying Tianlv found out, he might not treat her as well anymore.

**

Elsewhere.

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his voice trailing: “Your brother?”

Ying Zijin mimicked him, leaning against the railing and gazing at the sky, appearing utterly relaxed.

The sunlight fell on her almost translucent skin, coating it with a thin layer of gold.

“Mmm,” she placed the cards in front of him, “Go ahead and draw a card, brother.”

Fu Yunshen’s hand paused.

Her voice had no fluctuations, still the usual coldness, as if it was just said in passing.

But it was like a feather floating over the heart, stirring the strings gently.

It was as if there was also a breeze by the ear, carrying a subtle current, tickling delightfully.

This was her first time, formally calling him that.

The lethality was extremely huge.

Fu Yunshen clasped his fist to his lips and coughed lightly twice, “Yaoyao, that’s too much.”

“Too much?” Ying Zijin turned her head, pondered for two seconds, then realized, “You can’t handle it.”

“?”

“Just one call and you can’t handle it, you’ll be even less able to in the future.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyes gradually darkened, his pupils as deep as the ocean, “In the future?”

“Mm, depending on my mood, maybe I’ll call you that again in the future, get used to it.” Ying Zijin said nothing more, just two words, “Draw cards.”

“…”

Fu Yunshen pressed his forehead, finding that his and the child’s thought processes were no longer on the same line.

He was being beastly.

He raised his hand and chose three cards.

After Ying Zijin flipped the cards over, she fell into silence for the first time.

Even when calculating Norton’s whereabouts, she didn’t feel any resistance.

But this time, just trying to divine the trivial matters pertaining to Fu Yunshen, she encountered great resistance.

Fu Yunshen looked at the three blank cards in her hands and raised an eyebrow, “Yaoyao, where did you order these from? You’ve been scammed; they didn’t even draw pictures on them for you.”

Ying Zijin collected the cards expressionlessly, “No more divination.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

“…”

**

After the college entrance exams were over, first and second years of high school respectively took their end-of-term examinations.

Once the exams were over, the summer holiday officially started.

But as students heading into third year of high school, the second-year students still had to take an additional month of lessons.

This time’s end-of-term examination, without Ying Zijin, saw the Elite Class’s scores recalculate accordingly.

Zhong Zhiwan reclaimed her position as first in the grade.

However, the attention she received was much less than usual; the school forum was mostly discussing the recently returned Ying Yuexuan and the ever-steady deity seat occupant, Ying Zijin.

“Daddy Ying, lots of people are guessing why you didn’t take the exam,” Xiu Yu looked at the forum posts, “Tsk, some even think you cheated. I think they all have the memory of a fish, having forgotten that public Q&A session.”

Jiang Ran took a gulp of Coke, snickered coldly, “Whoever questions it, just stuff them in a sack and beat them up.”

Ying Zijin raised her eyes, “Foot.”

Jiang Ran shut his mouth.

He didn’t know what his mom had said to their Class Dad, resulting in him being strictly controlled now.

“Daddy Ying, what are you doing?” Xiu Yu leaned in closer, “Drawing?”

“Mm,” Ying Zijin nodded, “Designing, rather.”

With time to spare, she casually designed a few fashion pieces for a clothing company under Chuguang Media, to be sent for a design competition over in Continent O.

After all, it could earn money.

“I used to not believe that someone could be all-rounded until I met you, Daddy Ying,” Xiu Yu sighed, “The gap between people, why is it so vast.”

Ying Zijin doodled absentmindedly with her pen while replying casually, “Give you three hundred years to learn, and you will know it all too.”

“…” Xiu Yu was left speechless, “Never mind, I’d rather reincarnate sooner.”

She had not been fond of supplementary classes, but with Ying Zijin around, she was of course happy to come to school.

Remembering something, Xiu Yu turned her head to look at Jiang Ran, “Shouldn’t you be going back to the capital?”

“Don’t want to,” Jiang Ran sprawled on the desk, feeling agitated, “I’ll think about it next year.”

The capital was so chaotic; it was much calmer here.

Going back, he couldn’t help with anything anyway.

**

After class, Ying Zijin went to see Elder Zhong.

Elder Zhong also remembered something important, “Zijin, I don’t think Tianlv is that kind of person, do you want to tell him about it?”

“No need,” Ying Zijin held her pen without looking up, “It’s not necessary.”

Cutting off connections was difficult, but getting entangled was all too easy.

If she accepted compensation from Ying Tianlv, she and the Ying Family would be entangled with causality once again.

“Alright then,” Elder Zhong sighed, “Let’s not meddle in their family’s affairs anymore, but Tianlv is a good kid.”

Ying Zijin stayed with Elder Zhong for two hours and finished sketching out a draft as she did.

Picking it up and looking at it against the light, she felt it was quite ugly.

She crumpled the paper, threw it in the trash can, and left the study.

After Ying Zijin left, Zhong Zhiwan dared to come in.

During this period, she hadn’t dared to stir up any trouble and was keen on currying favor with Elder Zhong, even vying to do the servants’ work, which had warmed Elder Zhong’s attitude toward her somewhat.

“Grandpa, your trashcan is full, I’ll help you empty it.”

Elder Zhong responded indifferently.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, walked over to the trashcan, and squatted down to pick up the bag, when she noticed a very crumpled piece of paper.

Her eyes caught a glimpse, and she saw a discarded draft.