Chapter 40 Father Ying, I'll Protect You

Class 19 is a notoriously useless class. They look down on it not only the gifted classes and international classes, but even the regular classes.

Zhong Zhiwan knew that Xiu Yu was just a delinquent girl who frequented nightclubs and racetracks, but she knew that Jiang Ran was not simple.

This was something she overheard Grandpa Zhong mentioning by chance—

Jiang Ran is connected to a large family in the capital.

Even if they're not at the level of the Mu family, they're not the kind of powerful families in Shanghai that can afford to offend.

Now that Ying Zijing has hit Jiang Ran, what are the consequences? Do we even need to think about them?

Zhong Zhiwan twirled the earphone cord between her fingers: "Auntie, around noon, I saw Jiang Ran leave school on a motorcycle. Could he be going back..."

"Auntie knows." Zhong Manhua suppressed her shock and anger. "Thank you so much, Wanwan."

“Of course, Auntie,” Zhong Zhiwan said. “Grandpa asked me to look after my cousin at school, and I can’t go against his wishes.”

Then, she casually added, "But Aunt, I think it's best not to let Grandpa know about this. The family matters are already enough to trouble him."

Zhong Manhua meant the same thing: "You're so sensible, Wanwan. Just focus on your studies, your aunt will take care of things."

She hung up the phone, her chest heaving violently; she was furious.

Only a few days into the new semester, Ying Zijing has already gotten her into a whole host of troubles.

It's one thing to transfer students on your own initiative, but now you've actually hit someone?

Was it Jiang Ran who was hit?

The butler overheard this and exclaimed in surprise, "Madam, is Jiang Ran from the capital...?"

“That’s right.” Zhong Manhua was extremely annoyed. “They deliberately concealed his identity in the capital. Even I only know that he took his mother’s surname.”

Jiang Ran's mother was from the Jiang family in Shanghai.

If you do the math, Jiang Ran still needs to call Jiang Moyuan "uncle".

The butler hesitated for a moment and said, "Madam, the second young lady has hit Young Master Jiang Ran. Putting aside the capital, the Jiang family will not let this go."

If this isn't handled properly, the Ying family's shares will inevitably experience some turmoil, resulting in losses of hundreds of millions.

“I knew it, I’m always the one cleaning up her messes.” Zhong Manhua sneered. “You go write a check first, and I’ll go to the school to take her to the Jiang family to apologize.”

The butler understood: "How much does Madam think is appropriate?"

"Five million, and also take the jade that the master bought at the auction a few days ago."

The moment Zhong Manhua thought about how much effort she would have to put into apologizing to the Jiang family on behalf of Ying Zijin, the guilt she had finally felt vanished.

The butler nodded and went to prepare.

**

On the other side.

Xiu Yu was still enthusiastically teaching Ying Zijin about makeup, sitting on the table with his legs crossed: "I'll recommend some affordable cosmetics to you."

Ying Zijing listened quite attentively, even taking notes in a small notebook.

Halfway through his sentence, Xiu Yu suddenly stopped: "You haven't ever been exposed to these things before, have you?"

Ying Zijing hummed in agreement.

Xiu Yu, who had always lived a life of luxury, felt uneasy and thought that Shen Yan was really pitiful.

"It's okay, I'll protect you from now on." She put her arm around the girl's shoulder, speaking frankly, "Just mention my name, Xiu Yu, at school, and no one will dare to bully you."

Ying Zijin was startled.

After a long pause, she lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, "Your words remind me of someone."

Xiu Yu asked curiously, "Who is it?"

“My best friend,” Ying Zijing said calmly, “she said something similar too.”

"Oh." Xiu Yu didn't ask any further questions. "Have you trained in martial arts?"

Ying Zijing bit into a bag of yogurt: "I guess so."

She also spent some time in China, when ancient martial arts were just emerging.

She seemed to remember that she had taken on several apprentices.

Because their physical abilities have been developed to the limits of human capabilities, martial artists live longer than ordinary people.

"Great!" Xiu Yu was very happy. "Then let's have a match another day."

Ying Zijin paused for a moment.

She was actually quite afraid that she might lose control and cripple someone.

"Father Ying!" At this moment, a henchman rushed in. "Father Ying, the director of moral education wants you to go to his office."

After finishing her yogurt, Ying Zijing stood up and said, "Thank you, I understand."

The younger brother was flattered and scratched his head, chuckling, "Dad Ying, don't be so polite. Once you're in Class 19, you're family."

"The head of moral education?" Xiu Yu frowned. "Don't go. The principal can't control Class 19 anyway."

"Let's go take a look," Ying Zijing said nonchalantly, "so that the trouble doesn't just pile up."

“That’s true.” Xiu Yu stood up as well. “I’ll go with you to take a look, but what the hell is this Ying Die?”

The last sentence was a question for the younger brother.

“Sister Yu, you don’t understand,” the younger brother said. “You and Brother Ran have already stepped down to the second generation, while Father Ying is of the same generation, so naturally he is Father.”

Xiu Yu, unable to find a rebuttal: "..."

She kicked him and laughed, "Get lost! Go see if your Ran-ge can still get up."

**

Moral Education Office.

"Madam Ying, I've already sent a student to fetch her," the head of moral education said. "She'll be here in a little while. Please have a seat and a cup of tea."

"No need." Zhong Manhua wasn't in the mood for that. "Wanwan, hasn't Jiang Ran returned to school yet?"

“Auntie, you don’t need to worry so much.” Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly. “Jiang Ran has never been very disciplined and often runs away from home.”

Zhong Manhua pursed her lips, feeling even more irritated.

How could she not be worried?

What if the Jiang family doesn't accept the apology?

It took a full fifteen minutes for the door to be opened.

The girl was wearing a neat school uniform and had her hair in a high ponytail.

The head of moral education was very pleased with Ying Zijin's well-behaved appearance: "Ying Zijin, your parents are here. They have something to say to you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhong Manhua stood up with a cold expression.

(End of this chapter)