Chapter 167 The Real and Fake Heiress of the Ying Family [3rd Update]
The name Ying Luwei immediately drew everyone's attention.
Fu Yunshen was still leaning against the counter, and when he heard this, he turned his head slightly to look at it.
Peach Blossom's eyes shimmered with a hazy, deep light, captivating and enchanting.
He looked away and glanced down at his phone screen.
The screen displays a text message that was just sent.
"Young Master, the Jiang family has already announced the annulment of the engagement throughout Shanghai."
Xiu Yu was referring to the same thing. She clicked her tongue and said, "I thought Jiang Moyuan was such a devoted man, but it turns out that this really proves the old saying, 'Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.'"
"Tch." Jiang Ran chuckled. "Then you've really been fooled by his outward appearance. He can only be that old woman's son; he's a heartless and ungrateful person."
Not to mention his younger brother, even Xiu Yu was hearing Jiang Ran mention the Jiang family for the first time: "You mean, your maternal grandfather married his second wife not long after your maternal grandmother passed away?"
Mr. Jiang had three wives, which is quite ordinary for a wealthy family.
His first wife was short-lived; she died of illness just a few days after marrying into the Jiang family, leaving no children behind.
Jiang Huaping's second wife was her mother, but she passed away when Jiang Huaping was a teenager.
When Mr. Jiang married his third wife, he was over forty years old, while his third wife was not yet twenty.
This third wife, who is now the Old Madam Jiang, gave birth to Jiang Moyuan.
"A vixen." Jiang Ran's voice was laced with agitation. "Otherwise, my grandmother wouldn't have died."
Xiu Yu astutely refrained from asking any further questions.
Neither Jiang Ran nor Jiang Huaping are currently under the control of the Jiang family.
With their influence in the capital, they could easily crush several members of the Jiang family.
I thought today's celebration banquet would be peaceful.
But to everyone's surprise, a fight broke out between the two sides over a spot next to Ying Zijing.
"Go away, you hairy blond foreigner." Sheng Qingtang blocked Berg with one hand and tried to squeeze into his seat. "You all have body odor, even if you spray cologne, it won't help. Don't bother people with the smell."
"You old rascal, what nonsense!" Berg was furious. "You're such an old man, you can't even chew meat anymore, what are you trying to take from me?"
"Oh, sorry." Sheng Qingtang grinned, "I just got my teeth fixed a while ago."
Ying Zijin: "..."
Class 19: "..."
So this is a game of musical chairs?
Grandpa Zhong breathed a long sigh of relief and was pleased.
Fortunately, he didn't have to fight for a spot; his granddaughter saved one for him.
Finally, Sheng Qingtang and Berg blocked each other, leaving the seat empty.
"Hmm?" After finishing his instructions to the waiter, Fu Yunshen noticed that there was an empty seat next to the girl. "Yaoyao saved a seat for me? I'm quite touched."
"No." Ying Zijing rested her chin on her hand, her expression languid. "Didn't you see your chair was taken away?"
Fu Yun Shen slowly lowered his head and saw the chair that Sheng Qing Tang was carrying: "..."
OK.
He shouldn't expect children not to say hurtful things.
"You old rascal, it's all your fault!" Berg was furious. "If it weren't for you, I would have sat down there."
"I don't care, if I can't sit, you can't either." Sheng Qingtang put down a chair and sat next to Berg. "I'm going to keep an eye on you."
"I think it's better if you two stop arguing," Zhuo Lanhan said helplessly. "Since both girls know how to do it, why don't you both go in?"
Sheng Qingtang glared at him: "How can that be?"
“Okay, okay!” Berg was delighted. “I brought my honorary professorship certificate from the Royal Academy of Arts. All Master Ying needs to do is sign it.”
He couldn't win the fight on someone else's turf.
Sheng Qingtang only regretted that he hadn't brought a watermelon, so he could have smashed one down on Berg.
**
While a group of people in the Han Pavilion were happily celebrating Ying Zijin's victory, Zhong Manhua had been sitting blankly in the Ying family's old house for a whole day, looking dazed.
This shock has affected her mental health again, and she is experiencing hallucinations once more, just like she did sixteen years ago.
Fortunately, she had some spare medicine, and after taking a few pills, she was able to calm herself down.
Zhong Manhua struggled to suppress her anger: "The person hasn't returned yet?"
"Madam, Miss Luvia is on her way." The butler had been on tenterhooks all day. "She hasn't been feeling well these past few days."
Zhong Manhua could only sneer.
Feeling unwell?
Isn't that all self-inflicted?
“Make another call,” Zhong Manhua said coldly. “I need to see her before six o’clock.”
The butler hurriedly replied, "Yes."
At 5:56, Ying Luwei returned.
She had no time for pleasantries with Zhong Manhua and her expression was cold: "Sister-in-law, what do you want with me? I have other things to do and I'm short on time."
As soon as Ying Luwei finished speaking...
"Clang!"
A vase came hurtling towards her, just an inch from her feet, with shards grazing her neck.
Ying Luwei was startled, but even more so, she was furious: "Sister-in-law, if you were having an attack, I would call you to get a doctor. You called me back just to take your anger out on me?"
She was pampered by all the elders of the four wealthy families since she was a child. Who would dare to bully her like this?
"Ying Luwei, I wish I could kill you!" Zhong Manhua's voice was almost bloodshot, her eyes were also red, "Your brother and I have treated you well, how could you do such a thing? How could you face us?!"
Ying Luwei's heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling. She smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? When have I ever wronged you and brother?"
"Look for yourself!" Zhong Manhua stood up and threw the letter in her face. "Why did you steal my daughter and throw her away 16 years ago?!"
boom!
These words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly leaving Ying Luwei's mind blank.
She stared wide-eyed at the papers raining down on her head; her blood seemed to freeze.
impossible.
How could Zhong Manhua have known about this?!
The butler standing nearby was also shocked: "Miss Luvia?"
"Sixteen years ago you were only eight years old, eight years old!" Zhong Manhua cried out. "How old was she then? Not even a year old. How could you be so cruel as to steal and throw away your own flesh and blood?"
"No...no!" Ying Luwei trembled all over, her words incoherent. "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't do it. She climbed out on her own!"
"Yes, that's right, she climbed out herself. What does it have to do with me?"
Zhong Manhua trembled with anger: "The evidence is conclusive, and you still dare to argue?"
Ying Luwei stared intently at the three names on a piece of paper, her nerves breaking down once again: "I didn't do it, I said I didn't do it!"
She suddenly screamed, pushed open the door, and ran out.
The butler turned around abruptly: "Madam?"
Zhong Manhua simply waved her hand, looking quite tired: "Wait for Zhenting to come back."
The butler hesitated for a moment: "But if the old lady finds out about this, then—"
His words were interrupted by a phone ringing.
It's a landline.
Zhong Manhua didn't seem inclined to answer, so the butler stepped forward and picked it up: "Hello? What is it?!"
His expression changed drastically, and he turned his head: "Madam, it's the person who sent the letter."
Zhong Manhua then reacted, abruptly standing up: "Hey? What exactly do you want?"
"I don't want anything." The voice on the phone was neither male nor female. "I'm just trying to help you find out things you can't find out yourself."
One sentence was enough to make Zhong Manhua's face turn red.
It's impossible to say that it's truly impossible to find.
However, the Ying family only investigated for two years before stopping.
Because at that time, the Ying family already had a new eldest daughter.
"Is that really all?" Zhong Manhua didn't believe it. "Don't you want any benefits from the Ying family?"
"Tch." As if he had heard something amusing, the voice on the phone chuckled, "Give us benefits? Your Ying family isn't worthy of it, but I am quite curious."
"How does the Ying family plan to handle this matter? Will they not give Miss Zijing an explanation?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Yes, the Ying family lost their eldest daughter, but they found her very quickly. We just don't know who lost her." Zhong Manhua tried hard to control her trembling voice. "Zijin is my adopted daughter. She has nothing to do with what happened 16 years ago. Don't go around spreading rumors."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before he laughed again, this time with a much colder tone: "Very well, this is Madam Ying's choice."
"I hope you won't regret it."
**
On the other side.
Ying Luwei returned to her apartment and saw the Weibo post from the Jiang Group announcing the annulment of the engagement.
In an instant, fear, dread, humiliation, and all other emotions rushed to her head along with her blood.
But Ying Luwei's expression remained unusually calm.
She took out her phone and dialed a number: "Hello, it's me. I don't want her hand anymore, I want her life."
**
At eight o'clock.
The group then emerged from the Han Pavilion.
Berg held the certificate signed by Ying Zijin with a smug look on his face.
“Little Divine Doctor, how could you agree to him?” Sheng Qingtang said with heartache. “Let me tell you, the people at the Royal Academy are no good.”
"It's nothing," Ying Zijing yawned. "Anyway, I don't have to do anything."
It's just a signature.
Sheng Qingtang sighed, just as he was about to say something.
A large truck, traveling at extremely high speed, ran straight over the girl.
See you tomorrow~
I twisted my arm when I woke up from my lunch break, and I was overwhelmed with sadness...
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