The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: 095 Boss Ying dominated Zhong Zhiwan with just one hand【1 more】

Although Zhong Zhiwan did not raise her head or speak, she had been paying attention to Ying Zijin all along,

and when Lady Zhong went to find Ying Zijin, Zhiwan saw it too.

She naturally knew that Lady Zhong was there to back her up and to warn Ying Zijin.

After all, Ying Zijin was just a foster daughter whose status couldn’t compare with hers.

But Zhong Zhiwan had not anticipated that Ying Zijin would not only remain unfazed by Lady Zhong’s threat but also turn the tables on her.

Far from intervening, Zhong Zhiwan found herself bereft of the ability to think, her mind blank and her ears buzzing.

All she could hear was the roar of Wei Hou’s uncontrollable rage in the recording.

“—This piece of calligraphy, you gave it to me, it means you stole it, you can’t escape!”

“—You made me stamp my seal on that calligraphy.”

And heard herself say,

“—Just because I told you to, you did it? Master Wei Hou, by slandering me like this, are you prepared to offend the Zhong family?”

“—My grandpa dotes on my cousin. Do you think he’ll listen to your explanation when he sees you? Will he believe me or you?”

Standing at the stairwell corner, Zhong Zhiwan felt cold in her hands and feet.

Her face drained of all color, the intense shame and embarrassment nearly bringing her to tears.

Lady Zhong was both shocked and furious as she abruptly turned to look at the girl, “What are you doing? Hand over your phone!”

Ying Zijin’s fingers clenched, and the phone naturally fell into the palm of her hand, “Lady Zhong, out of respect for my grandfather, I did not publicize this matter.”

She tilted her head slightly, her subdued voice carrying a chill, “It does not mean you can provoke me.”

Lady Zhong’s face darkened.

When people grow old, their greatest wish is to have their descendants around them to enjoy their twilight years.

Old Master Zhong was no exception.

Zhong Zhiwan was, after all, raised by his side, and how could over a decade of life with his granddaughter not have created affection?

Although Old Master Zhong had scolded Zhong Zhiwan last time, he was quite concerned about her health afterward and even specially summoned a doctor to see her.

Lady Zhong was very clear on Old Master Zhong’s temperament.

The old master has always believed in rewards and punishments, and any wrongdoing, even by his own son, would not escape punishment.

“Zhong Zhiwan!” Old Master Zhong was truly enraged now, more out of disbelief, “Was it you who stole your cousin’s painting and gave it to Wei Hou?!”

“Grandpa…” Zhong Zhiwan’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice hazy with emotion, “Grandpa, I just, I only…”

It was nothing more than a touch of jealousy.

She had no other malicious intent.

“Shut up!” Old Master Zhong’s chest heaved violently, clearly very angry, “Go to the attic right now and reflect on your actions! Don’t come out until you realize your mistake!”

At this, Zhong Zhiwan’s tears truly began to flow, and she looked up in astonishment, “Grandpa?”

“Housekeeper!” Old Master Zhong roared without looking, “Send the young miss up to the attic.”

Without a chance to argue, Zhong Zhiwan was “escorted” away by the housekeeper.

“And you!” Old Master Zhong then turned his head, “Don’t think I can’t see those little maneuvers you do behind the scenes. You have the time, so properly discipline Wanwan. Look at what’s become of her lately!”

Lady Zhong’s face stiffened, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort, her face feeling a burning pain.

Gone was her previous high-and-mighty attitude as she lowered her head, “It’s my fault, Old Master. Lately, I have indeed been negligent in disciplining Wanwan.”

“I don’t want to hear such polite but useless words,” Old Master Zhong’s anger had yet to subside, “To teach is a mother’s duty, apologize to Zijin!”

Lady Zhong’s expression changed once more.

In all her years married into the Zhong family, when had she ever been forced to apologize?

And to a foster daughter of lowly status, no less.

Lady Zhong clenched her teeth, her apology whisper-thin, with no face to remain there any longer, she hurriedly ascended the stairs.

“Zijin, your grandpa feels ashamed,” Old Master Zhong took a deep breath, “Your grandpa truly did not expect Wanwan to do such a thing. It’s a reflection of my poor teaching.”

“It’s not your fault.” Ying Zijin’s eyes softened, and she picked up a cup, “Grandpa, drink some water.”

After Old Master Zhong finished drinking, he forgot what he had been about to say.

“Grandpa, I’ll go back to my dad’s place now,” Ying Zijin nodded slightly, “I’ll come to see you whenever I can.”

It was thanks to Zhong Zhiwan that Old Master Zhong had vented all the pent-up frustrations in his body.

With her Pill’s adjustments, Old Master Zhong’s health was completely restored.

“Alright, alright,” Old Master Zhong immediately lost his temper and smiled contentedly, “Zijin, your dad…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, changing the subject, “If you need anything, remember to tell your grandpa.”

After Ying Zijin left, Old Master Zhong had another glass of water and muttered to himself.

Strange indeed.

He felt much lighter after letting out that torrent of anger from his body.

Old Master Zhong scratched his head, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation, and leisurely went to water the flowers.

**

On the attic,

Zhong Zhiwan had been kneeling for an hour already.

She rubbed her tears fiercely, feeling utterly wronged.

Wasn’t everything fine in the end?