The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

The middle-aged man stopped looking at the girl, furrowing his brows, “Dad, can’t you stop letting just anyone into our house?”

Sheng Qingtang did not respond. His gaze fell upon the pill on the ground, and he was stunned.

A few seconds later, he finally reacted, slapping the middle-aged man’s bald head with anger.

“Idiot! Do you know this is the Elixir of Immortality Miss Ying gave your father?”

“Is it because your father doesn’t stay up late and eat vegetables, and has better living habits than you, you fear your father will outlive you and send you on your way?”

The middle-aged man was slapped silly, “What Elixir of Immortality? Dad, I’ve told you, you watch too much…”

“Shut up!” Sheng Qingtang slapped him again, “This is Divine Doctor Ying, without her, your father would’ve seen Yama Raja by now.”

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded once more, “Dad, you’re saying this young lady is Divine Doctor Ying? You’re not lying to me?”

“Nonsense,” Sheng Qingtang said irritably, “Hurry and pick up the pill.”

No sooner had he spoken than the middle-aged man knelt down with a “plop”.

“Divine Doctor Ying…” he started crying on the spot, pouring out tears, “You are my second parents. Without you, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

Old Master Sheng: “…”

His biological father was still on the scene, wasn’t he?

“Everyday, my dad gets scammed by health product salespeople, the more they cheat, the bolder he gets. I thought you were one too.” The middle-aged man wiped his tears, “I truly owe you an apology.”

He had thought his father surely wouldn’t make it, yet, a miracle had happened.

Let alone kneeling, he would’ve given his life if needed.

Ying Zijin couldn’t take the enthusiasm and stepped back, “It’s fine, get up.”

Sheng Qingtang carefully picked up his pill, heartachingly brushed it off, swallowed it, still annoyed, “Let him kneel.”

“Divine Doctor Ying, not having seen you before is my negligence,” the middle-aged man said remorsefully, “It’s nearly evening, why not stay for dinner?”

“No need,” Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, “I have to go back to school.”

“Alright then,” the middle-aged man hurriedly got up, “I’ll see Miss Ying out.”

Ying Zijin picked up the scroll she had placed on the coffee table and was about to leave.

Sheng Qingtang, with a keen eye, blurted out, “Miss Ying, wait!”

Ying Zijin turned back.

“I smell the fragrance of ink,” Sheng Qingtang rubbed his hands, “May I ask if what Miss Ying holds is some high-quality calligraphy?”

Ying Zijin nodded, “Just writing for fun.”

“May I have a look?” Sheng Qingtang cleared his throat, “This undutiful son of mine hasn’t let me touch a brush in a long time.”

The middle-aged man speechless, “Dad, have some shame, you’re the one always climbing trees to pick fruit and catching fish in the water.”

Sheng Qingtang ignored him, carefully taking the scroll from the girl’s hands and unrolled it.

Then, he fell into a long silence.

The middle-aged man was surprised and leaned in to look, shocked, “Dad, this writing…”

“Get lost,” Sheng Qingtang looked up, his expression becoming serious, “Miss Ying, would you consider selling this piece of calligraphy to me for one million?”

“…”

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment, “How much did you say?”

Sheng Qingtang thought she found it too little, “Two million is also fine.”

The middle-aged man now disagreed, “Dad, why have you become so stingy with age? I think Miss Ying’s writing is much better than when you were young, and you sold your lousy script for eight million.”

“Look at this, the characters flow like clouds and water, deeply incisive, with the grace of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Not everyone with over thirty years of experience could write like this.”

Old Master Sheng: “…”

Unfilial son!!!

“Miss Ying, please don’t take offense at my father, I’ll buy this piece,” the middle-aged man was generously insistent, “Ten million, I won’t let you suffer any loss.”

Ying Zijin pondered for an instant, “Sorry, this piece is for participating in the school arts festival. If you really want it, I could write another one.”

“Entering the arts festival?” Sheng Qingtang lamented bitterly, “Such a waste, such a waste!”

In the end, he reluctantly said, “Then, I’ll ask Miss Ying to write another one for me. Can I take a picture with this one?”

In the end, when Ying Zijin left with ten million, she always felt something was off.

She sighed softly and rubbed her head.

Just by writing, she was making money. What was the point of refining medicine?

**

Three days later.

Noon.

Ying Zijin received a call from Old Master Zhong.

“Zijin, tomorrow is your birthday. Grandpa has prepared a birthday banquet for you. Could you have time to check out the dresses later?”

Upon hearing this, Ying Zijin suddenly remembered her birthday was on March 24.

Back in Qingshui County, although the Wen Family was poor, Wen Fengmian never shortchanged her and Wen Tinglan.

So every year, he would celebrate both their birthdays.

They couldn’t afford a cake, just a baked pie.

But it was still a happy occasion.

Over a year ago, when she was taken back to the Ying Family, she stopped celebrating her birthday.

Because no one in the Ying Family remembered, and back then Old Master Zhong wasn’t in Shanghai City to know.

“Grandpa, there’s no need to go through all that trouble,” Ying Zijin chuckled softly. “Come to the Wen’s and have dinner with my dad and the rest, I don’t like making a big fuss.”

Old Master Zhong was silent for a long while before finally saying, “That sounds good, celebrating with family is enough.”

“Grandpa will pick you up from school tomorrow and then go with you to the Wen’s.”

After hanging up, Ying Zijin thought for a moment and then called Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen was at the Fu Family house, keeping Old Master Fu company. After the call, he was quite surprised.

“What did she say?” Old Master Fu was eager to know. “What did my granddaughter-in-law tell you?”

“First, she’s not your granddaughter-in-law. Don’t count on having one from me, I’m not marrying,” Fu Yunshen replied.

“…”

“Second, it wasn’t for me, it’s for you,” Fu Yunshen drawled. “Yaoyao invited you to eat her birthday cake.”

“Really?” Old Master Fu was delighted. “Zijin invited me to her birthday celebration?”

Fu Yunshen lifted an eyelid. “You could also choose not to go.”

“I’ll go, of course I will,” Old Master Fu stated seriously. “I haven’t had cake in a long time; I’m quite craving it.”

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, hold on,” Old Master Fu suddenly remembered something. “Is Old Man Zhong also going?”

Before Fu Yunshen could reply, he went on, “Then I must bring the chess set, play a couple of games with him.”

And he boasted, “I’ll surely beat him.”

“…”

**

March 24.

The Spring Equinox had just passed, and the night was still long.

By seven o’clock, it was almost completely dark.

Streetlights gradually came on, their light flickering.

The residential area where the Wen’s lived was small, but its quietness was its charm.

This was what Ying Zijin had liked about it, the reason she purchased an apartment here for Wen Fengmian.

Meanwhile, not far away, on the rooftop of an 18-story building.

A figure lay prone on the ground, watching this direction.

The dark muzzle of a gun slowly rose, aimed at the entrance of the building, targeting the slender back of a man.

“Target locked.”