Chapter 94 Tearing Away Zhong Zhiwan's Disguise [7 Updates]
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"..."
"..."
Sometimes, what I fear most is the sudden silence.
Fu Yunshen withdrew his hand, as if nothing had happened.
He looked away and gazed ahead again.
There was hardly anyone in the garage, and the lights were dim.
"Yaoyao, there was a mosquito on your face." Fu Yunshen said calmly, his tone still as lazy as ever. "I chased it away for you."
Ying Zijin remained silent.
She reached out and straightened her collar.
He turned his head to the side and looked in the rearview mirror.
It was obvious that there were marks on his right cheek where he had been poked.
It took several hits.
A faint red tinge appeared.
Even when she was asleep, she knew what had happened.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then said, "I'm in a pretty good mood today."
Fu Yunshen looked at her: "Hmm?"
"Well—" Ying Zijing turned her head, "I'll reluctantly give you a little more massage."
She had an attitude of "I've already pinched you, so what? Stop pretending and be more generous."
"No." Fu Yunshen clenched his fist to his lips and coughed. "I'm afraid I'll turn into a beast in a minute."
He had never actually done anything like that before.
There's no way around it, kids are just too well-behaved when they're asleep.
I simply couldn't control myself.
Ying Zijing unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and said in a clear, calm voice, "No, you can't change."
Fu Yunshen looked at her: "?"
I will hit you.
"..."
He needs to retract his previous thought.
Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver's seat and smiled: "You were reluctant to hit me at first, but now that we've known each other for a while, you're willing to?"
"Don't worry." Ying Zijing propped her head up, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her eyes, and said slowly, "I don't hit people in the face."
"..."
Okay, so the kid is still a sucker for good looks.
It seems he'll have to protect his face first before doing anything in the future.
Maybe the kids will soften and not do it?
The two got off the car.
With crowds on the weekend and discounts available today, long queues have formed at the luxury stores in Century Shopping Mall.
Fu Yun glanced at her indifferently, his expression nonchalant: "Yaoyao, let's go upstairs."
Century Mall has a total of seventeen floors, with the top floor only open to platinum members.
Spending over ten million at Century Mall will get you a Platinum Card.
What Fu Yunshen handed over was a black and gold card.
The saleswoman had never seen a card like this before, but it was impossible for her not to recognize Fu Yunshen.
She hurried forward to greet him: "Seventh Young Master, this young lady, welcome."
Fu Yunshen nodded and turned his head: "Yaoyao, see if there's anything you like."
Ying Zijing didn't stand on ceremony with him and started browsing from the first clothing display rack.
The receptionist asked again, "Seventh Young Master, would you like something to drink?"
Fu Yunshen shook his head and sat on the sofa in the hall to wait.
He simply sat there, yet his presence was impossible to ignore.
Ten minutes later, Ying Zijing returned carrying a piece of clothing.
She seemed to think for a moment before saying, "I think this one is fine."
Fu Yunshen raised his hand, loosened his collar, and looked over.
Then he saw a long black robe that resembled an Arab robe: "..."
Um.
His child doesn't have very good taste.
She does lack fashion sense.
Even children wearing school uniforms can look like they're wearing haute couture.
Fu Yunshen deeply felt that raising their child was quite tiring.
But the sense of accomplishment also increased accordingly.
"Miss, this dress isn't suitable for someone your age; it's a bit too mature." The sales assistant smiled. "You should wear something younger and more vibrant. We just received some new haute couture from Europe, how about you..."
"No need." Fu Yunshen stood up. "Take it all and leave it here."
He sent an address.
The saleswoman was taken aback, but not surprised, and hurriedly went to prepare.
Ying Zijing was silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow: "Are you mocking me for not knowing how to choose clothes?"
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes, unusually serious: "Brother doesn't."
This time, he directly raised his hand and openly pinched her cheek: "Little girl, at your age, you can't go without clothes."
Ying Zijing took his hand down: "You've done it three times."
After swiping their cards, the saleswoman saw the two of them out.
When I got back, I ran into the manager in charge of the seventeenth floor.
The manager glanced at him and asked, "Was that the seventh young master of the Fu family just now?"
"Yes," the saleswoman said enviously, "They bought over ten million yuan worth of clothes directly. No wonder they're one of the four most prestigious families."
"He's useless. His money all comes from Old Master Fu. He's just a spoiled brat, idle and good-for-nothing. All he has is his face to fool women." The manager chuckled. "You don't know, do you? His fiancée would rather sleep with his older brother than get engaged to him."
The saleswoman was taken aback: "Manager, what did you say?"
"Just two years ago, Old Master Fu arranged a marriage for him, waiting for him to return from Ozhou so they could get married," the manager said. "But after the other party found out about this, they immediately went to find the eldest son of the Fu family, tsk..."
He added, "So don't be too respectful to him. People in Shanghai say that the day Old Master Fu passes away, this Seventh Young Master will lose power."
After saying that, the manager hurriedly left for the next store.
The saleswoman hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything.
The card that Fu Yunshen just handed him seems to be the only one of its kind in the entire Century Square.
**
The Zhong family.
The maid is busy in the kitchen.
Mrs. Zhong glanced at Mr. Zhong, who was reading the newspaper, stood up, and asked Zhong Zhiwan to go to the balcony with her.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and followed.
After gesturing for her to close the glass door, Mrs. Zhong frowned and said, "I heard that you participated in the arts festival competition but didn't even win a first prize?"
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed: "Mom, I didn't..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Excuses are just ways of shirking responsibility." Mrs. Zhong looked down at her. "I'm very disappointed. I asked your grandfather to hire so many teachers for you, and you couldn't even win a single award at an arts festival."
Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip.
Mrs. Zhong then asked, "What projects did you participate in?"
“Calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, and oil painting.” Zhong Zhiwan moved her lips. “Mom, I wasn’t serious. I just wanted to have some fun.”
"You think you can take an arts festival seriously?" Madam Zhong frowned again. "Forget it, Qingzhi Art Class is also top-notch in the country. It's normal that you can't compete with it if you just play around."
Zhong Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Madam Zhong didn't pay attention to these things, so she didn't know that Ying Zijing had won the first prize.
Not only Mrs. Zhong doesn't care, but other wealthy families don't have that kind of free time either.
"By the way, your grandfather has called that adopted daughter of the Ying family back again," Madam Zhong suddenly said. "Don't take it to heart, just try to appease your grandfather."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "Mom, I know."
The mother and daughter returned to the dining table not long before the door opened.
"Zijin is here." Grandpa Zhong was very happy. "Sit down quickly, dinner will be served soon. Eat without worry. Your mother isn't coming today, so it won't affect your mood."
Ying Zijin nodded and sat down beside him: "Grandpa."
These words made Madam Zhong, who was standing to the side, frown.
These days, hasn't Grandpa Zhong become a little too confused?
First, he used the company's Weibo account to support an adopted daughter, and then he made Zhong Zhiwan apologize.
Now, even his own daughter, Zhong Manhua, is not as high-ranking as this adopted daughter.
As soon as Mrs. Zhong saw the girl, she lost her appetite.
But as Mr. Zhong's daughter-in-law, she couldn't say anything.
Zhong Zhiwan felt guilty about what happened at the arts festival a few days ago and didn't dare to look up.
Ying Zijing ignored them and stayed to talk with Grandpa Zhong.
Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan were both in a bad mood after the meal, but Mr. Zhong ate three extra bowls of rice and had to go for some exercise.
Seeing that Mr. Zhong had gone for a walk on the balcony, Mrs. Zhong finally found an opportunity.
She stopped the girl, preventing her from leaving.
"I don't know what Manhua's attitude is towards you, but I want to make my stance clear." Madam Zhong's voice was calm, but her gaze was extremely sharp. "It's best not to covet things that shouldn't be coveted."
She emphasized her words and warned, "You don't have that kind of luck."
With Mr. Zhong doting on his adopted daughter so much, who knows if he might also give away shares of the Zhong Group?
She absolutely could not tolerate this.
"That's all I have to say," Madam Zhong said coldly. "I hope you're a smart person who knows what you should and shouldn't do, understand?"
She had just finished speaking when Grandpa Zhong came over, humming a little tune.
Madam Zhong tensed up and went to greet him: "Old Master."
"What are you standing there for?" Old Master Zhong frowned. "Aren't you going to keep Wanwan company?"
“Wanwan is in a bad mood and won’t tell me, so I asked her if something happened at school.” Mrs. Zhong smiled. “I’ll go right away. You should also take care of yourself, sir.”
Grandpa Zhong waved his hand, clearly not intending to keep her.
Mrs. Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Grandpa Zhong didn't hear it.
She turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
A cold, faint voice sounded.
"Madam Zhong, before you lecture others, please keep an eye on your own daughter."
Madam Zhong paused, turned around, and her face turned cold: "What do you mean?"
How dare an adopted daughter compare to the eldest daughter of the Zhong family?
She's definitely been spoiled rotten by Grandpa Zhong and has become arrogant and ignorant.
Ying Zijing tossed her phone aside and pressed a button.
The sound of conversation broke out at the quiet stairwell.
Very clear.
This is a recording of a phone call between Zhong Zhiwan and Wei Hou.
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