Chapter 238 Still don't know what divine calculation is? [2 updates]

The two policemen's expressions immediately darkened.

The gazes directed at Su Ruan were filled with coldness.

They were locals in Shanghai, so they had naturally heard the gossip about the elite circles.

Furthermore, thanks to the sign erected at the entrance of Century Shopping Mall, the name Su Ruan has spread far and wide.

To slander a young girl with mere words?

What a scheming and vicious woman!

Under the scrutinizing gazes of the two policemen, Su Ruan's mind went blank, and her face turned even paler.

The next second, she suddenly seemed to realize something and abruptly turned her head: "You deliberately provoked me to call the police?!"

"Congratulations." Ying Zijing leaned against the door, yawned again, and smiled slightly as she glanced to the side. "Your IQ has come online."

The two policemen finally understood what had happened.

One of them spoke in a deep voice: "Madam, you are maliciously wasting resources, and we must record this."

"Why should I?" Su Ruan was genuinely panicked. "She made me call the police! She's the one wasting resources! And that doesn't mean she didn't take my card."

"Ten billion, and you're only embezzling ten million?" Fu Yihan was completely impatient. He warned, "Su Ruan, this is Shanghai. Behave yourself."

"Besides, you were the one who said you were going to call the police. Are you blaming Miss Ying?"

Su Ruan couldn't help but take a step back, her fingers trembling: "You two brothers have both been bewitched by a vixen..."

The two police officers didn't concern themselves with the private affairs of the wealthy; they made a note of Su Ruan's name and then left.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Ying, and Yun Shen as well." Fu Yi sighed. "I'll take her back first."

Su Ruan didn't want to stay any longer; her face was burning with pain.

She lost all face tonight, especially in front of Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen, with one hand in his pocket, looked up at the words and said in a cool voice, "I haven't told you to leave yet."

Fu Yihan paused, and indeed stopped again.

Su Ruan angrily punched Fu Yihan's chest: "Why do you listen to him so much? You're the eldest brother!"

Why did she marry Fu Yihan?

Isn't it all just to keep Fu Yunshen above her and make him look up to her?

Fu Yihan held Su Ruan's hand, her eyes filled with guilt as she looked at the handsome man: "Yun Shen, is there anything else?"

Just then, the elevator on the right side of the corridor dinged.

A waiter in a tailcoat walked in.

The waiter was carrying a black, opaque bag, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

Ying Zijing glanced at it, her gaze hardening.

The waiter stepped forward and respectfully handed over the bag: "Seventh Young Master, your things have been brought up."

Fu Yunshen raised his hand, took the bag, stood up, and walked to Su Ruan.

Su Ruan subconsciously looked up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw that devilishly handsome face.

She had to admit that she had never seen anyone more handsome than Fu Yunshen, whether in the capital or abroad.

This man seemed like a god incarnate; his features were as if touched by God, making him utterly captivating.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a spoiled brat, she would have been happy to marry him.

Su Ruan's expression faltered for a moment.

But the next second, before she could snap out of her reverie, she was hit squarely by a bunch of black cards.

They rained down on her head, one after another.

Each one is marked with a golden iris flower.

There were a full one hundred.

Su Ruan was completely stunned by the impact.

After Fu Yunshen finished pouring, he handed the black bag to the waiter.

He took a step back and put his hands back in his pockets: "Here's a stack for you, is that enough?"

Su Ruan's face turned deathly pale from the humiliation, all color drained from her.

Her lips trembled, and she stammered, "Fu Yunshen, you...you..."

“If that’s not enough, there’s more.” Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I’ll send someone to deliver it to the Fu family in a bit. If you still feel it’s not enough, eat it one piece at a time. It definitely won’t be thrown away.”

After saying that, he didn't even look at Su Ruan's expression, and turned to the side: "Yaoyao, let's go get some late-night snacks."

The door was closed.

Ying Zijin sat at the dining table and untied the bag.

Inside were several boxes of desserts and small cakes.

But she didn't eat right away; instead, she looked up.

"Don't worry, little one." Fu Yunshen understood what she meant and tapped her head. "There's no money inside."

Ying Zijing then picked up the spoon: "Where did you get so many cards?"

She had just looked at them; the black cards were exquisitely made and didn't seem like counterfeits.

“I was in the capital at that time.” Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, “and took some with me, but I’ve never used them.”

These anonymous cards are just for keeping as souvenirs.

Ying Zijin nodded: "You don't come back often for family dinners, is it because of your parents, or your sister-in-law?"

“She’s not quite right in the head.” Fu Yunshen chuckled lazily. “Yaoyao, believe it or not, she probably still thinks I’m deeply in love with her and that this is love turned to hate.”

"..."

Even Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment: "That's not very effective."

Fu Yunshen turned his head and looked out the window.

The neon lights reflected in his eyes, mirroring his light amber pupils, like a galaxy, pure and dazzling.

He smiled again: "I don't want to put Grandpa and my older brother in a difficult position. It's no big deal if the Fu family loses one of my members."

Ying Zijing took a knife and cut the cake, still silent.

Fu Yunshen didn't say anything, so she didn't know what had happened in his past.

But clearly, those were painful and dark days.

The phone rang at that moment.

It was Rita who called her through that international chat software.

"Hello? Beauty?" She was furious. "I'm so angry! That number one poison master stood me up again. She said something came up and she'd have to wait another ten days."

"Are there any places to go in Shanghai? Tell me, I'd like to go check them out."

Ying Zijing paused for a moment: "How did you contact each other?"

If NOK, ranked 87th on the Gun God List, were to wander around Shanghai, I wonder how many people he would scare.

“The letter was carried by a pigeon,” Rita said. “That’s why I’ve always thought she might be from the field of ancient medicine. As for who she really is, we’ll only know when we meet her.”

"Another ten days' delay, will it affect you?"

"It's alright." Ying Zijing glanced at her bill. "It's just that you wasted my hotel money, it was really expensive."

"..."

**

Five days later, on August 28, Qingzhi Middle School started the new semester.

The second year of high school officially marks the transition to the third year, and a new first year of high school begins.

Before the start of the new semester, the senior students took their first mock exam.

Apart from the regular classes, the science experimental classes and the gifted classes no longer have midterm or final exams; instead, they use mock exams that are identical in format to the college entrance exam.

The first mock exam was a standardized test, and since most of the questions were graded by machine, the results came out very quickly.

As usual, the list of the top 100 was posted outside.

Because the difficulty of the test paper is much lower than that of the gifted class test paper, it is only of normal difficulty.

The ceiling is there, and the students in the gifted class can't really pull too far ahead of the students in the science experimental class.

The difference between 50th and 51st in the grade is only one point.

However, the top student in the grade led the second-place student by 15 points.

First: Ying Yuexuan

Total score: 735

Of course, this score is still 10 points lower than that of Wen Tinglan, the top student in the previous graduating class.

Although it's only ten points, once you reach 700 points or higher, even one point can make a huge difference.

Even a genius can't compare to a freak.

"Yuexuan, you really did improve your studies after your trip abroad." The girl sitting next to Ying Yuexuan was happy for her, but couldn't help but add, "If Zhiwan were still here, with your academic prowess, she wouldn't be able to keep her first place in the grade."

Ying Yuexuan didn't seem to notice anything, and said in a mild tone, "Maybe she suddenly had a breakthrough."

"That's good," the girl said. "This way, we can keep the top student in the senior year in our class."

Hearing this, Ying Yuexuan was stunned for a moment: "The top student in the grade isn't in our class? Last semester's final exam, I saw Zhi Wan's name was first on the honor roll."

"That's because—" The girl was about to say something, but then remembered that Ying Yuexuan was the eldest daughter of the Ying family, so she swallowed the rest of her words. "Don't worry, Yuexuan, Ying Zijing can't compare to you. Look at her, she doesn't even take the exam."

Ying Yuexuan remained silent this time.

She tightened her grip on the pen and began writing on the test paper again.

**

Despite the privileges granted by the principal, Ying Zijing did not go to school.

She went to Chuguang Media.

The auditions for Youth 202 have ended, and like Youth 101, a total of 101 trainees have been shortlisted.

Youth 101 selected female idols, while Youth 202 selected male idols.

Chuguang Media sent three over.

Ying Zijin went to check the monthly report for August.

The female secretary received a notification early in the morning to wait for her downstairs and take the elevator upstairs with her.

As she passed the director's conference room, Ying Zijing stopped and looked inside.

The directors of the marketing and publicity departments were in the conference room.

There was another group of people who were aggressive and intimidating.

One of the middle-aged men threw a folder directly at the face of the marketing director's assistant.

The female secretary paused for a moment when she saw her looking over.

After a long pause, she finally reacted and lowered her voice, "Boss, that's—"

"It's nothing." Ying Zijing closed her eyes slightly. "I already know."

This sentence, neither too loud nor too soft, just happened to travel from the doorway into the conference room.

The middle-aged man who had been tossing the folder heard this, turned around, and laughed: "I haven't even said anything yet, and you already know? What do you know?"

I'd love to get some votes on Monday!

P.S.: To explain one thing, Qin Shi Huang was incredibly shrewd; she could know the names, ages, and identities of ordinary people just by meeting them.

Shooting and fighting are instinctive decisions.

However, for other matters, she needs to use her divine calculation abilities. The bigger the matter or the closer the person is to her, the greater the consumption of these abilities. She can't keep them running all the time, so there's no need to ask why she can calculate sometimes and not sometimes.

She's such a lazy person, whether she counts or not depends on her mood.

(End of this chapter)