The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

[Three minutes.]

[Mm, brother is waiting for you at the original place.]

Ying Zijin slightly narrowed her eyes and put her phone back in her pocket.

Jiang Ran saw it, pushed off with his hand, and vaulted over the desk, blocking the classroom door ahead of her.

He tilted his chin up at the girl, “I said, you promised to have another fight with me. When will that be?”

Ying Zijin stopped in her tracks, her phoenix eyes squinting as she sized him up for a second, “You should eat well and work out a bit first.”

Jiang Ran: “?”

Wasn’t his muscle development enough?

“I’m afraid you won’t have the stamina when the time comes.”

“…”

The underlings blinked, unsure of whom to support.

But no matter what, Daddy Ying is always right!

With schadenfreude, Xiu Yu said, “I think that if you faint while fighting Daddy Ying, we’ll have to carry you back.”

“Shut up!” Jiang Ran was furious, “I’ve been trained in…”

Xiu Yu frowned and shook his head at him.

Jiang Ran fell silent.

He then realized that this wasn’t the capital, and he shouldn’t mention it carelessly or it might bring unnecessary trouble to the people around him.

“I won’t eat, let’s fight now.” Jiang Ran took off his school jacket. “This time I definitely won’t lose to you.”

He wanted to regain his dignity as a man and the school’s tyrant.

Ying Zijin easily pushed him away from the doorway with one hand, seemingly using no effort at all.

“I don’t have time today, I have something to do.”

Jiang Ran was stunned, “What is it?”

The girl had already left the classroom, her languid voice drifting over, “Pet shop, buying a pig.”

Jiang Ran: “???”

Was he less important than a pig?

Was a pig as handsome as him?

“Brother Ran, be open-minded.” A lackey came over to console him, “Ever since Miss Ying joined our class, your status has plummeted. You have to accept this fact.”

Jiang Ran’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Xiu Yu put his makeup bag into the drawer, stood up, and patted his shoulder, “Come on out, let’s talk.”

Jiang Ran followed Xiu Yu out with a sour expression, leaving a group of underlings looking at each other in bewilderment.

The two went up to the rooftop of the teaching building.

“Good thing I stopped you. Did you want everyone to know you’ve been practicing ancient martial arts?” Xiu Yu glanced at him, “Also, your Inner Strength is unstable, and suppressing it with medicine won’t work indefinitely. Use it less.”

“I know.” Jiang Ran tugged at his school uniform collar, annoyed, “Don’t you find it strange that someone trained in ancient martial arts can’t defeat an ordinary person?”

“Oh, not strange at all. With Daddy Ying so powerful, it would be surprising if you could beat him.”

“…”

Jiang Ran felt like withdrawing into himself again.

“Mention ancient martial arts less around here.” Xiu Yu said, “Although Shanghai is more than a thousand kilometers away from the capital, there are definitely their informants here. Be careful.”

Jiang Ran sulked, “Got it.”

**

Elsewhere.

Father Ying and Lady Ying knew that Ying Zijin was just a foster daughter with no real power.

Now that Ying Zhenting was not around, the real decision-makers were Zhong Manhua and Old Madam Ying.

So, they didn’t even think about apologizing to Ying Zijin, instead, they sought out Zhong Manhua and Old Madam Ying.

Old Madam Ying found out that such an incident had occurred within just a few days.

She pounded the floor with her cane, chuckling coldly, “Manhua, what is the meaning of this? Your daughter wants to sue Weiwei’s fans? Doesn’t she know her own status?”

Zhong Manhua sat on the couch, lips pursed, silent.

Old Madam Ying’s words made her feel awkward and angry.

After all, Ying Zijin wasn’t actually a foster daughter but her own biological child.

But Ying Zhenting had said not to reveal anything, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

“Tell her to withdraw the lawsuit right now.” Old Madam Ying’s face was cold, “Making a fuss over such a trivial matter and going to court, what does that look like?”

A niece suing fans of her younger aunt?

It would be laughable if the news spread.

In the world of wealthy families, did the Ying family no longer care about face?

Moreover, Ying Zijin was just a foster daughter; in a wealthy family, her status was even lower than that of an illegitimate child. Could she be stepping over her masters?

She thought those fans were alright, showing loyalty and defending their idol diligently.

Zhong Manhua stood frozen, not responding immediately.

Ever since Ying Zijin transferred classes, she had moved out from the Ying household and wasn’t staying at school. Even she, as the mother, didn’t know where her own daughter lived.

How ironic.

She couldn’t possibly tell Old Madam Ying that she couldn’t even find Ying Zijin.

Go to Verdant?

Being blocked by a group of students would be even more embarrassing.

Zhong Manhua clenched her teeth and lowered her voice, “Mom, about this matter…”

“Enough, it seems like you’re unwilling,” Old Madam Ying didn’t even want to hear her finish, rising to her feet with her cane, “I, an old lady, will take a trip to the police station with you.”

Upon hearing this, Father Ying and Lady Ying were overjoyed, “Thank you, Old Madam, it’s really too much trouble.”

“It’s not trouble,” Old Madam Ying waved her hand away, “Don’t worry, as a foster daughter, she won’t turn the skies upside down.”

**

On their second visit to the police station, Lady Ying reverted to her previous haughty demeanor.

Since Old Madam Ying had come, surely Feifei would be fine.

Father Ying paused as he entered, suddenly surprised to see the police chief, who rarely appeared in public. A bad premonition arose in his mind.

Old Madam Ying didn’t care about these formalities; she approached directly, “This matter with Ying Feifei, we will settle privately, without going to court.”

The police officers around were all taken aback.

The policewoman who had spoken previously furrowed her brows, about to speak, but was stopped by a gesture from the chief.

He looked at Old Madam Ying, “Settle privately? May I ask your relationship with the plaintiff?”

Old Madam Ying’s face stiffened with annoyance, but her tone was extremely assertive, “I’m her grandmother, I want to withdraw the lawsuit. Is that a problem?”

The policewoman couldn’t hold back, “You’re her grandmother? What were you doing when your granddaughter was being bullied?”

What kind of people were these?

Even helping outsiders to step on their own family members?

Her worldview was about to shatter.

“This is our internal affair,” Old Madam Ying’s face looked unpleasant, and she repeated, “Officer, withdraw the lawsuit and let the people go now.”

“I’m sorry, we adhere to impartial practices.” The chief smiled politely with a hint of mockery, “You don’t have the right to interfere with Miss Ying’s matters.”