The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 004 What to compare with Ying Luwei

Editor: Henyee Translations

Hearing such an explanation, a few clients finally had an epiphany. They all understood and hurriedly said, “Not at all, Third Master, please go ahead with your business.”

Without Jiang Moyuan, they wouldn’t even be able to reserve a spot at Han Pavilion.

After the secretary expressed apologies again, he followed Jiang Moyuan out.

At this time, there were no other guests inside Han Pavilion; the waiters stood by to one side.

The manager certainly saw this scene. He frowned and was about to step forward to stop them when he showed a few moments of surprise, silently nodded his head, and then stepped back.

Fu Yunshen withdrew his gaze and asked, “Will you eat some more?”

The girl mercilessly refused, “No more.”

“Be good, not eating is bad for your health.”

“I won’t eat.”

Nie Chao: “…”

The Seventh Young Master was really out of sorts today.

And he was still trying to entice and coerce the young sister into eating pig liver?

Seeing the girl’s eyes full of resistance, Fu Yunshen slightly raised his eyebrows with a drawn-out tone, “You really won’t eat it?”

Ying Zijin pushed the plate farther away, “Don’t like offal.”

Indeed, this pig liver was somewhat special, after finishing a plate of twelve slices, she clearly felt her body’s blood-forming speed increase sharply, even better than her self-healing.

But her acceptance of offal was genuinely lacking; this was her limit.

“Then let’s pack it up,” said Fu Yunshen as he tapped on the table and smirked devilishly, “Keep it in the fridge and heat it up for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Pfft—” Nie Chao sprayed out laughing, “Seventh Young Master, aren’t you afraid the big boss will hit you?”

“Hmm?” Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, his voice gentle, “Little friend, you see how nice I’ve been to you, do you have the heart to hit me?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, her eyes seemingly misted with a light apricot blossom drizzle, drawling, “Yes, I can’t bear to.”

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed, his breath shifting slightly, “Hmm?”

Nie Chao was startled.

He had misjudged her, thinking this little sister was demure and reserved, not expecting she could counterattack the Seventh Young Master so effectively. Impressive indeed.

Just then, the bamboo curtain was suddenly pulled aside. The force was so great it brought down the hanging wind chimes, which fell to the ground with a clamor.

“Who’s that? Disturbing your Grandpa Nie’s…” Nie Chao turned his head, and upon seeing the man in the black suit, his words got stuck in his throat, and he suddenly started coughing vigorously.

What the hell, Jiang Moyuan?

What kind of fate was this?

He subconsciously looked toward Ying Zijin, only to see that the girl had already picked up a bowl of longan and red date soup, as if she hadn’t noticed the newcomer at all.

Her posture was relaxed, her arms casually draped over the table, her eyes slightly uplifted, lacking the demeanor of socialites and rich lady, yet possessed an indelible nobility and beauty, like a medieval European princess stepping out of an oil painting.

Jiang Moyuan looked down on the girl with a high and mighty stance. His voice lowered, “You ran away from the hospital to come here and mingle with these people?”

The comment annoyed Nie Chao, but he held back from reacting.

It didn’t bother him, but he couldn’t cause trouble for the little sister.

“Ying Zijin, I don’t have time to discipline you,” Jiang Moyuan looked at his wristwatch, his tone as cold and detached as possible, “You’re not worth my time, and I’m certainly not going to bother whether or not you want to ruin yourself, I just want to tell you—” he paused, his gaze sharp with the intensity seen only in the business world, “Don’t make Luwei worry or exert herself, her health isn’t good. Go home now and explain yourself to Luwei.”

The secretary also added subtly, “We hope Second Miss Ying has the self-awareness not to bother the Third Master. The Third Master is very busy and has no time to engage in Miss Ying’s antics.”

Did this Miss Ying think that just because she had the same surname, she could be compared with Miss Luwei?

Just a foster daughter, what did she have to compare with Shanghai City’s top socialite?

The girl suddenly lifted her head.

A face so stunning it was startling.