Chapter 63 That's how arrogant I am [1st update]
Could it be that he's just relying on that playboy Fu Yunshen?
How long can it last?
Thinking back to Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these past few days, Ying Luwei felt even more flustered.
Although she knew that the stock market volatility was the reason why the Jiang Group had suffered so many losses, she was still a little scared.
Originally, because she suffered from hemophilia, Madam Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but considering that she was the most famous socialite in Shanghai, she still agreed.
Therefore, she absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake before she marries into the Jiang family.
Although this Weibo incident will not affect her status and reputation in high society circles, there will always be people gossiping.
Madam Ying had Ying Luwei late in life, and the entire Ying family doted on her, unable to bear seeing her suffer even the slightest grievance.
"Still haven't gotten through on the phone?" Old Madam Ying looked at Zhong Manhua beside her and said sneer, "See? What did I tell you? You can't tame an animal!"
The Ying family doesn't mind raising another person, but they insist on taking in an adopted daughter; they're just too kind-hearted.
She said she would give money based on the amount of blood donated.
It's best to settle things evenly.
If it weren't for Ying Luwei's involvement, Madam Ying wouldn't have condescended to come to the small street-side shop selling milk tea.
Zhong Manhua was also very irritable.
Her number had been blocked. Even if she called from a different number, Ying Zijing would hang up and block her the moment she heard her voice.
She reluctantly went to see Grandpa Zhong, hoping he would intervene, but she was turned away.
Grandpa Zhong scolded her severely, saying that she was ungrateful and couldn't distinguish between relatives and friends. How could she have the face to go looking for him again?
"Mom, don't worry, don't worry," Ying Luwei comforted the old lady Ying. "Xiao Jin and sister-in-law are angry, please don't blame her."
She glanced at her watch and smiled, "It's 5:40 now. Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. Let's wait here. We're sure we'll see Xiaojin."
Madam Ying gave Zhong Manhua a cold look before her expression softened slightly: "Wei'er, you're the most sensible one."
Ying Luwei didn't say anything more, her gaze fixed on the school gate.
No matter what method she uses, she must get Ying Zijing to drop the lawsuit.
**
After sleeping through a self-study period, Ying Zijing finally felt refreshed.
It was just the time for school to let out, and the students walked out in twos and threes.
She yawned, stood up, and without tidying up her books, simply slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, picked up her school uniform jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.
Next to the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building, student council members are decorating the bulletin board.
Zhong Zhiwan, the head of the Organization Department, was holding a folder and giving instructions.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a girl coming out of the stairwell directly in front of her.
Long legs, slender waist, every curve is perfectly proportioned.
One button of her shirt was undone, loosely revealing her defined collarbone and soft, warm skin.
She was absolutely stunning.
This caused students from every grade to frequently turn around and look, their attention completely drawn to it.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered her head, her gaze sharpening.
The head of the propaganda department, a woman, was filled with envy: "Ying Zijin has changed so much. She used to always walk with her head down, and I never realized how beautiful she was."
She's so beautiful that it doesn't even make you feel jealous.
Zhong Zhiwan said calmly, "Stop looking, hurry up and finish your work so you can go home."
The girl reluctantly withdrew her gaze, then started gossiping again: "Speaking of which, Ying Zijing actually signed up for this year's arts festival too."
Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "She signed up for the arts festival?"
"She not only signed up, but she signed up for several programs," the girl said. "Besides calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting. That's amazing!"
"You're overthinking it," Zhong Zhiwan shook her head. "She's probably short of money."
The girl was taken aback: "Need money?"
“She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home.” Zhong Zhiwan absentmindedly drew something on the paper. “Maybe she saw that the prize money for the arts festival was generous and wanted to give it a try.”
She didn't think Ying Zijin knew anything about art.
Whether it's calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, to achieve mastery, talent alone is not enough; you also need a good teacher.
But people in small counties don't have the financial resources to hire famous masters.
"Oh, I see..." The girl felt it was a pity. "I thought she was the one who signed up."
Zhong Zhiwan lowered her eyelashes, and after a long while, she suddenly said, "Give me a copy of the art festival registration form."
The girl exclaimed in surprise, "Zhiwan, you're going to sign up? Didn't you look down on these things?"
Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, nor does she need to use the art festival as a springboard to get in touch with art masters.
After all, she had been exposed to these things since she was a child, and the Zhong family had also hired the best teachers.
Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly: "It's nothing, just playing around."
**
As Ying Zijing walked to the school gate, her phone rang.
It was a message from an unknown number.
【Hello Ms. Ying, I am your therapist. Are you free on the 20th? Let's schedule a time to meet.】
It was a very official tone.
There was no signature.
Just as Ying Zijing was about to reply with "No time, thank you," she narrowed her eyes, and a layer of white mist suddenly enveloped her vision.
Images of the future flash by, only to disappear quickly.
Her fingers paused, her eyebrows raised, and she changed her mind.
Yes, at 5 PM.
They replied very quickly.
Okay, I'll be there on time. Looking forward to seeing you.
Ying Zijing was holding her phone while waiting at a red light when she glanced to the side and saw Ying Luwei rushing towards her from across the street.
"Xiao Jin!"
The girl simply stepped aside to avoid it.
Ying Luwei staggered and almost fell, her hand freezing in mid-air.
But she quickly realized what was going on, a smile playing on her lips, but with concern: "Xiao Jin, where have you been all these days? Why didn't you say anything? We were all very worried about you."
“Yes, I understand.” Ying Zijin nodded. “I’m worried you’ll die if there’s no living blood bank.”
Ying Luwei's smile crumbled, and her usually gentle expression cracked.
She never expected Ying Zijing to say something so blunt.
Especially since there were quite a few students waiting at the red light, several of them heard what she said and were looking at her with strange eyes.
She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, as if she had thorns in her back.
Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiao Jin, I don't care if you have any complaints about me, but Mom and sister-in-law are waiting for you over there. Can you go and see them?"
She had already thought it through. If Ying Zijing refused, with so many people around, she could completely use kinship and morality to blackmail her.
However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin looked at her for a second and then said "Okay".
Ying Luwei's prepared words were all cut off. She pinched her palm and reluctantly led the girl towards the milk tea shop.
The milk tea shop was quite crowded at this time, mostly with students from Qingzhi.
Because of what happened on Weibo, everyone in Qingzhi now knows Ying Zijin. After all, her looks are so stunning that they can't possibly be ignored.
Zhong Manhua and Madam Ying sat at a table inside, looking somewhat awkward.
"Finally arrived? What an airs!" Old Madam Ying was already impatient. She slammed her hand on the table. "You even had Wei'er personally invite you? Have you forgotten your place?"
Zhong Manhua was very embarrassed: "Mom, please don't talk here, if there's anything, go back home..."
"Say it right here," Old Madam Ying persisted, sneering, "It's not us who are losing face."
This noise startled many customers.
They all looked over, both surprised and astonished.
Qingzhi's students recognized Ying Luwei and whispered among themselves.
"Isn't that Teacher Ying? What happened between her and Ying Zijing?"
"Who knows? I heard from the gifted class that Ying Zijin had a fight with the Ying family and ran away from home. They can't get her back."
"Huh? No way, isn't she an adopted daughter? How can she be so willful?"
Ying Luwei tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips, but said on the surface, "Mom, sister-in-law is right, let's go home..."
Before they could finish speaking, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.
The blood donation details, including the amount of milliliters donated in a specific year and month, were clearly marked.
Ying Luwei was stunned, and a sudden sense of panic welled up in her heart.
“Since you want to see me, let’s settle this matter while we’re at it.” Ying Zijin raised her eyes. “Rhnull Golden Blood is priceless and unavailable. I’ll give you a price of 25,000 per 100ml.”
When Ying Luwei heard "Golden Blood," her mind went blank for a moment, and she didn't even have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.
"This year, you forced me to have my blood drawn thirteen times without my consent, 200ml each time, totaling 650,000."
"..."
The entire milk tea shop fell silent instantly.
Ying Zijing put one hand in her pocket, her tone indifferent as if it were none of her business: "I'll give you three minutes. Now, transfer the money."
The idea of drawing blood that many times in reality is a plot hole; it's impossible to draw blood that many times. Blood donation is generally done once every six months. Treat this like a novel (runs away with a pot on its head).
(End of this chapter)
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