Chapter 538 Not to be trifled with, the Little Ancestor Ying Huang [3rd Update]
Originally, the disciplinary action of being placed on probation could be revoked.
Once Yan Anhe achieves something in the medical field in the future, she can go to the medical school and do them a favor to get rid of the problem.
As time goes by, no one will remember what Yan Anhe did.
But now that Imperial University has expelled Yan Anhe, there's no going back.
But for Yan Ruoxue, this was not the most important thing.
Most importantly, she was also dismissed, and it was done immediately without any buffer time; she didn't even have to go through the resignation procedures.
The dean of the biology department announced that she could get out.
Yan Ruoxue doesn't teach many classes at the Imperial University; she only teaches one long class a week.
But the salary is not low, and there is also a good reputation.
Now that she's lost that job, she's lost a source of income and connections.
Yan Anhe felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her voice trembled as she asked, "Auntie, what did you say?"
She was expelled from Beijing University?!
Wasn't it just a matter of being placed on probation at the school?
how so?
"You still have the nerve to ask me what to say?" Yan Ruoxue was furious. "Who exactly have you offended?"
She didn't even consider Ying Zijing's perspective.
Ying Zijing was just a student at Imperial University; she didn't have the authority to have the Biology Department expel her.
Yan Anhe's heart tightened, a sharp, throbbing pain shooting through her chest. She murmured, "How could this happen?"
She never imagined that she had done something that would implicate Yan Ruoxue as well.
"Yan Anhe, this is my last warning to you," Yan Ruoxue said coldly. "Come back from the ancient medical world immediately and don't go anywhere. The Ji family is choosing an heir next week."
"If you dare to do anything before I take control of the Ji family, don't blame me for severing ties with you! I won't care about you anymore!"
After saying that, Yan Ruoxue angrily threw her phone away.
The assistant kept his head down, afraid that he would also be caught up in the anger.
It wasn't until Yan Ruoxue asked him, "How's the situation in O Continent?"
"It's all ready," the assistant replied hastily. "Professor Manuel will send someone over to fully support you. Don't worry, apart from you, no one else in the Ji family has any contact with top international laboratories."
When the Ji family chooses a successor, they also consider their international connections.
Indeed, only Yan Ruoxue entered a top international laboratory.
Even Wen Fengmian wouldn't do it.
Yan Ruoxue hummed in agreement, which made her feel a little better.
It seems that the position of heir can only belong to her.
When the time comes, she will kick out all the people she doesn't like.
Wen Fengmian was one, and so was Ying Zijin.
**
Shanghai.
Today is November 11th. At five o'clock in the morning, Mr. Zhong went to the cemetery alone.
He placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, lit three incense sticks, and then slowly sat down.
"Old Fu, you can rest assured." After a long silence, Grandpa Zhong finally spoke. "Young Fu is doing very well. He is the president of the Asia-Pacific region of Venus Group, which is worth several times your Fu family. Even the wealthy families in the capital can't compare."
"Also, those who bullied him have all gotten their comeuppance. I've told you this once already, but you don't remember well, so I'll say it a few more times to make you happy."
The portrait on the tombstone is a picture of Mr. Fu when he was young.
Wearing a military uniform, his features were strikingly handsome and refined.
It felt as if time had stood still yesterday, and nothing had changed.
"You really think I can't see through your little scheme?" As he spoke, Grandpa Zhong's eyes reddened. He wiped his eyes and said, "You've been wanting your brat to steal my granddaughter for a long time, but you didn't tell me. You just pretended to freeload."
“Your wish has come true. When they get married, I’ll go buy some wine, and we’ll have a drink together.”
"I haven't touched the game of chess we played back then, and I still keep it to this day..."
Grandpa Zhong talked on and on for a long time, and didn't leave the cemetery until noon.
His back looked much older.
Inside the Zhong family's old mansion, Butler Zhong was directing the servants in the kitchen.
Hearing the noise, he came out and smiled, "Grandpa, Miss Zijing will be back this afternoon. Why didn't you wait for her and went alone?"
"No, we absolutely can't wait for her." Old Master Zhong waved his hand and muttered, "If this girl sees her grandfather crying, where will my reputation be?"
Butler Zhong was both amused and exasperated, unsure of what to say.
The old man was quite concerned about his image.
Just then, the villa door of the old house was pushed open again, and a cold, slow voice came from the doorway: "Grandpa, who's crying?"
Grandpa Zhong immediately stood up straight, coughed a few times with an air of authority, turned around, and pointed at Butler Zhong: "Your butler grandpa cried. He was crying so hard just now. It was unbearable to watch. I'm comforting him."
Luckily, he had already wiped away his tears, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself.
Butler Zhong: "???"
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly and said slowly, "Grandpa, lying is not a good habit."
Grandpa Zhong: "..."
He now feels that his granddaughter is actually a little tyrant, and he's a bit afraid of her.
"Grandpa Zhong." Fu Yunshen came in a step behind, still with that playboy look, lazy and casual. "I brought you snacks from the capital and some from O continent. It'll be enough for you to eat for a long time."
Grandpa Zhong put on his reading glasses and said proudly, "Hmph, my grandson-in-law is still the best. Come, come, you brat, play a game of chess with your grandpa."
Ying Zijing followed him up to the study and, unsurprisingly, saw a new video on Grandpa Zhong's computer.
As Grandpa Zhong placed his piece, he said, "By the way, when are you two going public? I see your CP fans are practically begging for more sweet moments."
"Oh, I feel so sorry for them. I want to give them some candy, but I can't. These kids are so pitiful."
Ying Zijin pressed her head down.
They're all old men, so how come her maternal grandfather is so ahead of his time and so fashionable?
Even Grandpa Nie doesn't know what a CP (couple pairing) is.
"I'm fine with either." Fu Yunshen tilted his head, his lips curving into a smile. "It depends on what Yaoyao wants."
Grandpa Zhong looked up, full of anticipation.
Ying Zijing yawned, her tone ruthless: "Wait until you graduate from university."
"..."
Grandpa Zhong was heartbroken.
Although he knew he was going to live a long life and was very happy, he didn't know when he would be able to hold his great-grandchild.
He had given up on Ying Tianlu; he didn't even have a girlfriend.
After having lunch with Grandpa Zhong, Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen left the Zhong family's old house and drove to the cemetery.
Butler Zhong closed the door, then hesitated, "Old Master, aren't you going to tell Miss Zijing about that matter? I think it would be better for Miss Ying to know."
Grandpa Zhong paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Don't say anything. Don't bother her. She's fine now. It doesn't matter whether she knows or not."
**
night.
Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen went to the cemetery to pay their respects to Old Master Fu, and then went up the mountain.
The wind was strong on the mountain, with only sparse stars and a bright moon.
Except for the absence of torrential rain, it's not much different from a year ago.
Fu Yunshen arranged the offerings and said slowly, "Yaoyao, I didn't expect you to remember this. Why did you come along?"
He sent her to the ancient martial arts world, and she agreed, thinking it would help her avoid November 11th.
Who knew that she would be right next to him on the plane today?
It really surprised him.
“How could I possibly forget your birthday?” Ying Zijin took out the sachet she had already made, lowered her head, and patiently put it into the pocket of his black shirt, patting it. “You’re twenty-four already, time flies.”
She looked up, very seriously: "Happy birthday, Fu Yunshen."
Fu Yunshen's hand trembled slightly.
This was the second time she had called him by his full name, just like on November 11th a year ago.
But every time I listen to it, I feel a deep shiver, as if I'm being electrocuted.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand, gripped the girl's waist, hugged her tightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
After a long pause, he chuckled softly, his voice low and husky: "I never thought such a good thing would happen."
"What?"
"I never thought that one day I would actually be able to celebrate my birthday."
His birthday is the anniversary of the deaths of Fu Liuying and Yan Yuehua.
This date constantly reminded him that he was an omen of bad luck, that he had killed his loved ones, and that he sought revenge.
Therefore, he doesn't celebrate his birthday.
But now, he must protect the people in front of him first.
“Not just one day, but forever.” Ying Zijing turned her head and smiled. “I will be with you from now on.”
"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen released her, a playful smile curving his lips as he tossed her hair. "My girl has become more beautiful. You never smiled much before. Is it my doing? Hmm?"
Ying Zijin glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Some people like to push their luck.
We can't spoil them.
She sat to the side, listening to Fu Yunshen speak to Fu Liuying, her eyes softening slightly.
“It’s certain that Xiu Shaoning and my mother went to the same place.” After paying his respects, Fu Yunshen stood up and said calmly, “The difference is that my mother has returned, while Xiu Shaoning is still in that place.”
Ying Zijin remained silent.
She knew it too.
Norton was also there, as expected.
But they can't find it now.
Moreover, those people with the black skull symbol never appeared again; all traces were severed.
What kind of force is this that even the IBI can't track down?
"We'll find them." Ying Zijing raised her hand and patted his head. "They'll reappear sooner or later, it's better if they don't now."
Her cultivation and divination abilities have not yet recovered.
“Yes, that’s true. If—” Fu Yunshen looked at a corner of the tombstone, his gaze pausing.
His light amber pupils instantly turned as dark as an abyss, and a cold, fierce look rose in his eyes.
This soil has been disturbed.
Many children are starting school tomorrow, so I'm adding an extra chapter today.
Finally, I'd like to ask for your vote!
Another sleepless day, and I even threw up everything I ate TvT, I feel like I could die at any moment.
P.S.: I checked and a lot of baby merchandise has arrived, remember to pick it up!
(End of this chapter)
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