Chapter 15 Foster Father
Fu Yunshen didn't seem to care much: "Hmm?"
This time, they responded very quickly.
"Three people, all on the kill list. I've sent you the information."
"Don't die before I've even seen you."
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, and he chuckled softly, "Don't worry, we can still meet."
The red text faded, and the screen returned to normal.
The previously empty desktop now contains three folders, named as follows:
Sharpshooter No.4; Killer No.5; Hypnotist No.7.
Fu Yunshen glanced at it, but didn't open the folder to look at it.
He closed his laptop, stood up, glanced at the time on his wrist, and then went out.
**
Today happens to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there are many lanterns being sold on the streets.
The sun at 12:30 was bright, but not dazzling; it was just the right amount of warm.
Ying Zijing turned her head and looked at several children jumping rope not far away, her brows and eyes relaxing slightly.
Having grown accustomed to a life of fighting and killing, the sudden quiet feels surreal.
With her hands in her pockets, she leaned against the railing, languidly admiring the scenery while sorting through her memories.
The Jiang family owns a charity that provides scholarships to students in remote areas.
She happened to be one of them, the kind that was originally quite unremarkable.
A year ago, Jiang Moyuan wanted to bring her to Shanghai under the pretext of sponsoring her to study at Qingzhi No. 1 Middle School.
It was a very sudden decision.
She was not very willing at the time because her adoptive father, Wen Fengmian, had asthma and was very ill, requiring someone to take care of him.
But Wen Fengmian said that this is how he is in his life and he can't change it, so he hopes that she can go out and have a better future.
But no one expected that going out would lead to this result.
The Ying family took her back, but through adoption.
Because Ying Zhenting suppressed the scandal of the Ying family losing their eldest daughter, he directly had his adopted daughter take over her original identity, including her name and date of birth.
At first, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting treated her fairly well.
Until Ying Luwei was injured for the first time, until she embarrassed herself time and time again in prestigious circles.
Furthermore, compared to Ying Luwei, the top socialite, and the eldest daughter of the Ying family, an adopted daughter from a small county town simply cannot compare.
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes.
Memories in the mind are only one-sided and cannot reveal the whole picture.
Unfortunately, with her current divine calculation abilities, she is not yet able to directly see her complete past and future here.
However, most diviners do not perform divination themselves.
Her memories told her that since returning to the Ying family, they had not allowed her to have any contact with her former family.
Fearing she might pick up some bad habits again, they forcefully severed her ties with the Wen family.
Fearing she would run away, Zhong Manhua locked her ID card in a cabinet and repeatedly warned her that she was the daughter of a winner and should not go to Qingshui County, where she would be taken advantage of by those poor people.
As for Wen Fengmian, they have already given him 100,000, and the Wen family should be content.
People in small counties probably have never seen so much money.
Although Qingshui County is not far from Shanghai, only about 200 kilometers away, as Ying Luwei's living blood bank, she is constantly being watched.
So it's been a year, and she still hasn't been able to go back to Qingshui County.
That's true ingratitude.
Ying Zijing took out her ID card from her pocket and looked at it, feeling a bit of a headache.
New technologies also have their downsides; they restrict your actions and make you feel constrained.
But she had to go back to Qingshui County. Wen Fengmian was in poor health and had received too much kindness in raising her; she couldn't possibly ignore him.
Ying Zijing thought for a moment, picked up her phone, and started searching for the nearest traditional Chinese medicine store on the map.
**
Thirty minutes later.
Zhongshan South Road.
As soon as she got out of the taxi, Ying Zijing smelled a faint herbal scent, which calmed her restless heart somewhat, which was aggravated by her lack of sleep.
She pressed her head, and perhaps because she had died once, she was somewhat irritable this time when she woke up.
It seems I need to concoct some calming medicine.
Ying Zijing entered a bank first.
There were few people in the afternoon, and the service windows were mostly empty.
The girl was still wearing a simple black shirt, buttoned up meticulously, with a khaki coat over it.
Dark black trousers, Doc Martens boots, half-ponytail.
Abstinent and indifferent.
Her striking appearance drew the attention of passersby.
When drawing numbers, Ying Zijing turned her head and inadvertently caught sight of the golden irises on the wall, her expression pausing for a moment.
It took her a while to realize that the symbol was something she had casually drawn years ago.
Unexpectedly, over the years, the Laurent family has expanded their bank from Africa to the entire world.
Ying Zijing yawned and slowly walked to the counter.
Her phoenix eyes were misty and hazy, like moonlight falling from the branches, highlighting her porcelain-white skin below her collar, making her so beautiful that it made one's heart flutter.
The clerk blushed slightly and quickly looked away, saying, "Hello, miss."
"Take two thousand yuan first." Ying Zijing handed over her black card and ID card. "Then open a bank account and transfer one million yuan into it, thank you."
One million is a large sum in other banks, but it's commonplace at Laurent Bank, so not many procedures are required.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk took the money and quickly began processing the transaction.
Ying Zijing thought for a moment and asked, "How long can I keep my money here?"
The clerk hesitated for a moment before replying, "As long as you have proof, it can be as long as you need."
Ying Zijin nodded, then leaned back in her chair and yawned.
Perhaps her gold can be returned to her.
**
Across the street, there's a traditional Chinese medicine shop.
Lu Fang was doing his homework while hunched over the cashier's counter. He had been working on the last challenging derivative problem for a long time but couldn't solve it. Frustrated, he threw the book aside.
He got up, intending to find some snacks, but as he looked up, his gaze was drawn to the figure behind the glass window.
"Sis, isn't that so-and-so?" Lu Fang asked, half curious and half disdainful. "What's she doing at Laurent Bank, coming from a small county? Does she have money?"
Laurent Bank is the only major international bank in the world, and those who enter it are either extremely wealthy or powerful.
Ying Zijing is indeed a winner, but she is still just an adopted daughter with no status, and her grades are at the bottom of their elite class.
"Who?" Lu Zhi was busy writing a form and only glanced at it casually when she heard this.
Upon seeing this, his expression immediately darkened.
Lu Fang then said, "Sis, didn't you say she gave you a hard time yesterday?"
"Isn't that right?" Lu Zhi sneered, "Not much skill, but quite a temper. Does she really think I want to give her treatment?"
If Ying Luwei hadn't come to invite her, she wouldn't have served an adopted daughter.
Lu Fang was about to comfort Lu Zhi when he saw the girl leave Laurent Bank and walk towards them. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Sister, why is she coming over here? Is she here to buy medicine?"
Traditional Chinese medicine is far less popular than Western medicine these days. Their shop sells only Chinese medicinal herbs, and they are usually only ordered by hospitals, with few individual customers.
"She's here to buy medicine?" Lu Zhi scoffed. "I'm not selling to her."
The Emperor Ying has family members who truly love her!
A junior member who currently only has one surname: Aren't I awesome?
Emperor Ying: You, just say less.
Brother: QAQ
Laurent Bank: Its prototype is the Medici Bank, a financial empire that once dominated Europe. Those interested can look it up.
(End of this chapter)
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