Chapter 62 Is there anything that Boss Ying can't do?

But when he looked a second time, the figure had already disappeared.

Vehicles come and go on the road in a constant stream.

It was as if what he had just experienced was merely a hallucination.

Jiang Moyuan's gaze darkened.

He didn't think he was mistaken, but if it really was that person, what was he doing in Shanghai?

Jiang Moyuan stubbed out his cigarette, his mind heavy with worries, and he felt even more agitated.

There was a knock on the office door at that moment.

Jiang Moyuan snapped out of his daze, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and sat back down in his seat: "Come in."

"Third Master." The secretary approached cautiously. "Miss Huaping is downstairs. Please come down for a moment."

Jiang Huaping?

Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised to hear this name.

Although Jiang Huaping was his second sister, they were not familiar with each other and had little interaction because Jiang Huaping had gone to the capital a long time ago.

Moreover, the two are half-siblings.

Mr. Jiang had three wives. His first wife passed away not long after marrying into the Jiang family. Jiang Huaping was born to Mr. Jiang's second wife.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Although he didn't know Jiang Huaping's purpose, he still went downstairs.

Next to the first floor of the Jiang Group building, there is an open-air café where employees can enjoy coffee and snacks for free during their breaks.

Jiang Huaping was sitting on the outermost side.

She wore a celadon-colored cheongsam, paired with a light green bracelet on her fair wrist, and her posture was serene and elegant.

It was as if a curtain of misty rain from Jiangnan had been poured down, the sound of the rain was tinkling.

Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, crossed his long legs, and asked in a distant tone, "Is there something you need?"

Jiang Huaping put down her teacup, unconcerned by his attitude, and went straight to the point: "I heard that you were the one who brought that little girl Ying Zijing from Qingshui County to Shanghai?"

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed, turning somewhat cold: "What are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing, just letting you know that I really like this little girl." Jiang Huaping raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly. "I'm planning to take her in as my goddaughter. I can't stand seeing her suffer. If you bully her again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The previous Madam Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huaping also speaks with a soft Wu dialect, but deep down she still has the same ruthless spirit that Old Master Jiang had when he was young.

Gentle yet ruthless.

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed drastically. After a long pause, he sneered, "I bullied her?"

He loosened his tie, his expression indifferent: "You've only been back in Shanghai for a few days, don't believe everything you hear. I don't want to argue with you. It's always Luwei who's been bullied and wronged."

"She was taken to the Ying family as soon as she arrived, and she was mistreated?"

Jiang Huaping smiled and said, "As long as you're happy, it's not your fault that you were born blind."

Jiang Moyuan's expression grew even colder. He didn't want to say another word and turned to leave.

Jiang Huaping was not angry. She seemed to be deep in thought and muttered to herself, "It's a good thing it's not a mother, otherwise I would have doubted my own intelligence."

If it weren't for the online bullying she'd been doing these past few days, she wouldn't have bothered to come looking for Jiang Moyuan.

After all, she didn't have a good impression of Jiang Moyuan and his mother.

Grandpa Jiang passed away early, and she had even less affection for the Jiang family.

Jiang Huaping poured herself another cup of tea and continued reading a fashion magazine.

**

Qingzhi Middle School is efficient; the notice of Ying Feifei's expulsion came down quickly.

To serve as a warning to the students, the principal posted the notice on the school bulletin board and made sure every class read it.

Xiu Yu walked into the classroom with a stack of registration forms and casually tossed them onto the podium: "The arts festival is coming soon. See if you're interested in registering. If not, sell them to the scrap collector and then buy a bag of potato chips for our Ying Daddy."

As one of the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School places great emphasis on the all-round development of students' qualities.

Even arts festivals are held on a grand scale, inviting renowned artists from the industry and awarding substantial prize money to winning students.

For students with talent in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dance, and other fields, the arts festival is an opportunity not to be missed.

However, most of the students in Class 19 were not very interested in it and would not participate in the choir competition.

Because Class 19's situation was so unique, the principal couldn't say anything.

Ying Zijin was leaning back in her chair, resting with her eyes closed.

Xiu Yu walked over: "Father Ying, are you participating in those competitions at the arts festival?"

Ying Zijing yawned sleepily: "I'm not going."

She went to Shaoren Hospital again yesterday to help review several medical cases.

It wasn't difficult for her, but it was quite tiring.

Her body is still too weak. With so many blood draws in a year, it's not something that can be replenished overnight.

This resulted in her being very sleepy during this period.

Using your divination abilities too often can damage your body.

Fortunately, it is now the 21st century, and there are not as many troubles as in the ancient O continent.

"It's right not to go." Xiu Yu nodded and clicked his tongue. "It's like this calligraphy competition; the first prize is only 100,000 yuan. Isn't that just a way to get rid of people..."

Before she could finish speaking, a registration form was snatched from her hand.

The girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes still damp with tears, her voice low and hoarse, indistinct.

"Okay, I'll go."

Xiu Yu: "..."

She was utterly incredulous: "No way, Father Ying, are you that short of money?"

“We’re in need.” Ying Zijing picked up her pen and began filling out the application form.

She wanted to buy so many things; a single rare medicinal herb alone was worth over ten million, and even then, it was priceless.

You can earn 100,000 yuan just by writing a word; it's easier than getting medical treatment.

Why not take advantage of a free lunch?

Xiu Yu scratched his head: "Father Ying, what do you want to report?"

Curious, she leaned closer and saw that all the competition categories on the registration form, except for those requiring physical presence like dancing and singing, were marked with checkmarks.

Xiu Yu: "..."

Holy crap, is this even human?

She realized that she might have underestimated her father's strength.

Xiu Yu's gaze shifted downwards: "Father Ying, you can even paint oil paintings?"

Oil painting is a type of Western painting that originated in Europe and was later introduced to China.

To cultivate their character, most socialites from wealthy families study traditional Chinese painting.

Very few people know how to paint with oil.

"Hmm," Ying Zijing replied casually, "I learned from Qinuo before."

Upon hearing the name, Xiu Yu paused for a moment, and after a long while, she said sincerely, "Dad, you're so funny."

She doesn't like studying, but she's quite interested in art and knows a lot about famous historical figures.

Kino von was a highly renowned artist from ancient O continent who left behind many paintings.

His style is unique, and no one has been able to imitate it yet.

But he has been dead for hundreds of years, and his bones have turned to ash.

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow and shook her head regretfully.

These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth.

"Okay." Ying Zijing signed her name.

She calculated that she could easily earn hundreds of thousands of yuan with a simple gesture, and thus developed a very good impression of Qingzhi.

A very generous school.

very nice.

Xiu Yu sighed softly, "Father Ying, tell me honestly, is there anything in this world that you can't do?"

"Hmm?" Ying Zijing looked up lazily. "There are quite a lot."

"for example?"

Ying Zijin nodded: "For example, I don't know how to make delicious cookies."

"..."

Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was fast asleep, and suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

It's no wonder he became withdrawn if he insisted on comparing himself to that freak, Ying's father.

Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Xiu Yu carefully put away the registration form and handed it in to the art group office.

**

Ying Luwei sat anxiously in a milk tea shop outside Qingzhi School.

Today is March 15th, and the court hearing is the day after tomorrow.

Although she has perfectly cleared her name, isn't Ying Zijin suing her fans just like slapping her in the face?

What will her friends think of her?

Moreover, several parents of underage fans accused her of maliciously instigating fans and threatened to sue her, but she managed to settle the matter with money.

Ying Luwei frowned, feeling quite displeased.

She felt that something was wrong ever since Ying Zijing woke up in the hospital last time.

Was it because she pushed her too hard that even someone as quiet and reserved as Ying Zijing snapped?

But she had no choice but to push her; things could go wrong if she didn't, and she was always afraid something might happen.

"Mom, what should we do?" Ying Luwei pursed her lips. "Xiao Jin refuses to withdraw the lawsuit, and we can't get through to her. If this really goes to trial, the Ying family's reputation in Shanghai will be ruined..."

Like Zhong Manhua, Madam Ying valued face the most.

For the sake of saving face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.

Upon hearing this, Old Madam Ying's face darkened: "Wei'er, don't worry, this matter will definitely not go to court."

“But…” Ying Luwei hesitated for a moment, looking very troubled, “we can’t even see Xiao Jin’s people.”

She truly hadn't expected that Ying Zijing would have the audacity to move out of the Ying family's premises without taking anything with her.

Without the Ying family, how can I survive without money or power?

This is a semi-fictional story; all historical figures are fictional.

(End of this chapter)