Chapter 4 What can we use to compare with Ying Luwei?

Upon hearing this explanation, the customers suddenly understood and quickly replied, "Not at all, Third Master, please go ahead and get busy."

If it weren't for Jiang Moyuan, they wouldn't even have been able to reserve a spot at the Han Pavilion.

After the secretary apologized again, she left with Jiang Moyuan.

At this time, there were no other guests in Han Pavilion, and the waiters were all waiting on the side.

The manager naturally saw this scene. He frowned and was about to step forward to stop them when he showed a hint of surprise. He nodded silently and then stepped back.

Fu Yunshen looked away and asked, "Want some more?"

The girl refused without hesitation: "I won't eat."

"Listen to me, it's bad for your health if you don't eat."

"I won't eat it."

Nie Chao: "..."

Seventh Master is really quite ill today.

They even coerced and bribed a young girl to eat pig liver?

Seeing the resistance in the girl's eyes, Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow slightly and asked in a drawn-out tone, "Really not going to eat?"

Ying Zijing pushed the plate away: "I don't like offal."

These pig livers were indeed special. After eating a plate of twelve slices, she clearly felt that her body's blood production speed had increased significantly, even better than her own recovery process.

But she simply couldn't accept the internal organs; this was her limit.

"Then let's pack it up." Fu Yunshen tapped the table, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "Put it in the fridge, and heat it up for breakfast tomorrow."

"Pfft—" Nie Chao spat out his drink, "Seventh Young Master, aren't you afraid the big boss will beat you up?"

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Fu Yunshen raised his eyelashes and said gently, "Little kid, look how good I am to you, would you bear to hit me?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him, her eyes seemingly misty with apricot blossoms in the light rain, and slowly said, "Yes, I can't bear to part with it."

Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes: "Hmm?"

Nie Chao was shocked.

He misjudged her. He thought this little sister was reserved and demure, but who knew she could actually make a comeback against Seventh Master? That's incredible!

Just then, the bamboo curtain was suddenly pulled open, the force of which yanked the hanging wind chimes down, and they fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Who is it? Disturbing your Grandpa Nie..." Nie Chao turned his head, but when he saw the man in the black suit, the rest of his words caught in his throat, and he coughed violently.

Holy crap, Jiang Moyuan?

What a tragic fate!

He subconsciously looked at Ying Zijing, only to see that the girl had already picked up a bowl of longan and red date soup, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

She was relaxed, her arms casually draped over the table, her eyebrows slightly raised. She didn't have the air of a socialite, but she possessed an undeniable noble beauty, like a medieval princess from an oil painting.

Jiang Moyuan looked down at the girl with an extremely superior attitude, his tone turning cold: "You ran away from the hospital just to come here and hang out with these people?"

One sentence angered Nie Chao, but he held back and didn't do anything.

He didn't care, but he couldn't cause trouble for the little girl.

"Ying Zijing, I don't have time to discipline you." Jiang Moyuan glanced at his watch, his tone utterly cold. "You're not worth my time, and I don't care if you ruin yourself. I just want to tell you—"

He paused, his gaze revealing a sharpness usually reserved for businessmen: "Don't let Lu Wei worry or exert herself. She's not in good health. Go home now and give Lu Wei an explanation."

The secretary added tactfully, "I hope Miss Ying has the self-awareness to stop bothering Third Master. He's very busy and doesn't have time to play along with Miss Ying's antics."

Does this Miss Ying think that just because she shares the same surname, she can be compared to Miss Lu Wei?

She's just an adopted daughter; what makes her compare to Shanghai's top socialite?

The girl suddenly raised her head.

A face so beautiful it's breathtaking.

The hazy mist in those phoenix eyes suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a cool, refreshing atmosphere, shimmering with a beautiful, pale light.

"It's quite interesting. I've already escaped all this way, and Uncle Jiang still wants to come after me, saying he'll discipline me." Ying Zijing propped herself up on her elbow, her expression calm. "So, who's really bothering whom?"

This tone was different from the usual timidity and admiration; it was so cold that it stung one's heart.

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed.

The secretary was also somewhat astonished, almost incredulous.

In the past, how could this Miss Ying ever speak to the Third Master like that?

Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed.

He slightly raised his eyelashes, glanced at the person standing there, his peach blossom eyes curving into deep, captivating eyes, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Not so great, miss. Why don't you take a look at me?"

The tone was casual, but it was clearly biased and protective.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Fu Yunshen is indeed a spoiled young master, but he is the most favored by Old Master Fu.

The Jiang family is very strong, but they are still a little weaker than the Fu family.

"Jiang Moyuan, I don't care what's wrong with you today." Fu Yunshen tapped the table lightly with his long fingers, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm eating, don't disturb my appetite."

A waiter immediately came forward: "Mr. Jiang, hello. Your reserved table is over here. Please do not disturb other customers, otherwise you will be blacklisted by Han Pavilion and will never be able to enter again."

Silent mockery is the most deadly.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, his jaw tightened, and his expression turned ugly.

The Han Pavilion doesn't even give face to the imperial families, let alone the Jiang family.

This was the first time he had no choice but to leave.

The secretary hurriedly followed, looking rather embarrassed.

The surroundings returned to tranquility, with the gentle murmur of flowing water mingling with the melodious sound of a guqin, clear and melodious as jade.

Nie Chao felt as if he had just watched a great show, and he swayed excitedly back and forth.

Fu Yunshen glanced at him: "Possessed by a snake spirit?"

"Pah, pah, pah." Nie Chao immediately straightened his posture. "Isn't this great? Seventh Young Master, you and the Boss work together so well."

Fu Yunshen ignored him and said lazily, "Pedestrian streets, Disneyland, and oceanariums are all suitable."

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, Seventh Young Master, the places you're recommending are all too common." Nie Chao was speechless. "Miss Ying, let me tell you about a place that I guarantee not many people have heard of."

He asked mysteriously, "Do you know the location of the TV tower?"

Ying Zijin nodded: "I know."

“There’s an underground market there, it’s so much fun! There’s jade gambling, fortune telling, and you can even find some really strange antiques.” Nie Chao said excitedly, “Last time, someone found a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase with a double gourd design for just a few dozen yuan, he made a killing.”

"Divination?" Ying Zijin listened intently. "How do you divine?"

"Hey, it's just playing tarot cards, I don't believe in it anyway." Nie Chao waved his hand. "Hey, if you want to play, I can take you..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

“Nie Chao.” Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, his tone revealing no extra emotion. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

"Yes, yes, that's nonsense!" Nie Chao exclaimed, startled. "I'm talking nonsense, boss, please don't go."

Indeed, the underground market is chaotic and only opens after midnight. It's fine for these young masters to go and have some fun, but the young ladies should not go.

If this gets out, the little girl's reputation will be even worse, and he will become a sinner.

Ying Zijing lowered her eyelashes and didn't ask any more questions.

Tarot cards? She'd forgotten she used to play them.

But do real tarot cards still exist on Earth today?

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