Chapter 217 Taking the Initiative to Embrace Her, Ying Yuexuan Is a Cuckoo in the Nest [2 Updates]
"Hmm." Ying Zijin nodded. "When did you agree to meet?"
"Let me see." Rita took out her phone, glanced at the calendar, and frowned. "August 23rd, ugh, this is too much trouble. I have to stay in China for another ten days or so."
Today is August 7th, 16 days away from the date she agreed upon with the First Poison Master.
Rita was also puzzled as to why the First Poison Master had suddenly changed the meeting place.
And it just so happens to be in China.
They were supposed to meet on this island last night.
But after her contest, the First Poison Master changed the location and time of their meeting.
"Place?"
"Shanghai City".
Ying Zijing paused slightly: "Hucheng?"
“You’re wondering too, aren’t you?” Rita shrugged. “I was thinking that a hunter of this caliber would either be living in seclusion in your capital or deep in the mountains.”
The ancient martial arts world and the ancient medical world are both located in the capital.
It's just that ordinary people can't find it, and even if they do, they can't get in.
“However, it’s not impossible,” Rita added. “I don’t know if you know, but the previous seventh-ranked Gun God died in Shanghai, and the Hidden Alliance still hasn’t found out who did it.”
The sunlight grew increasingly blinding, and Ying Zijing put her hat on: "I know."
"So I was thinking, could it be that the First Poison Master killed him?" Rita analyzed seriously. "You see, only a poison master can kill someone without leaving any trace and without any evidence."
Ying Zijin remained silent for a moment.
She couldn't refute that.
She was indeed the one who killed the seventh-ranked gun master.
However, she didn't clean up the scene, so there was no evidence. It's likely that Fu Yunshen cleaned up the mess for her afterwards.
"Anyway, thanks to him, I actually moved up one place on the leaderboard after he died." Rita tossed her hair, exuding charm. "So I was eighty-eight."
“I can give you the Tranquilizing Flower,” Ying Zijing pondered for a moment, “but I have one condition.”
"You said it, I can definitely do it."
“I will go with you to see this number one poison master.”
“Sure, no problem.” Rita agreed immediately. “It’s a deal. I’ll ask her to treat my father.”
Ying Zijin's eyes flickered slightly.
"Wait a minute, I have something for you." Rita waved to the middle-aged man not far away. "Myron, bring it here."
The middle-aged man hurried forward and carried a box.
“This is a gun from my collection.” Rita opened the box. “It works, but it’s not very powerful because its casing is made of gold and diamonds; it’s just for looks.”
"Please accept this as a gift of reconciliation between us."
Ying Zijing didn't refuse; she pointed to the side and said, "These are for you."
Rita picked up one of the small jars: "What's this?"
"Whitening face mask".
Rita promptly accepted those four words, whistled, and laughed, "Oriental beauty, sometime I'll invite you to my hometown for pasta."
She waved and boarded another plane.
**
Five hours later.
The plane arrived in Shanghai once again.
The weather in August was extremely hot and humid, like a furnace.
"Here you go, little one. I'll see you off." Fu Yunshen patted her head. "You must be tired these past few days. Go home and get a good night's sleep."
Yunshan wisely didn't follow; he made an excuse that he had to take care of something and left.
The two took a car back.
Midway through, Ying Zijin saw an old lady selling mung bean soup and plum juice by the roadside.
She sat on a small stool with two boxes in front of her.
"I'll go buy a drink." Ying Zijing turned her head. "Do you want one?"
She didn't seem to have ever seen him drink anything other than herbal tea.
"Okay." This time, Fu Yunshen didn't refuse and stopped the car. "Buy room temperature food; your stomach is important."
Ying Zijin got out of the car and walked to the stall.
She took two cups of mung bean soup and was about to scan the QR code to pay.
The old lady wiped her hands with a towel, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Young lady, do you have any cash?"
Ying Zijin looked up: "Cash?"
Nowadays, people usually transfer money online, and very few people carry cash.
"It's nothing," the old lady sighed. "Technology is so advanced these days, I don't understand anything about it. My son even helped me set up this QR code."
She wiped her slightly reddened eyes, a little embarrassed: "The QR code payments all went to him. I wanted to buy some groceries today to make some soup for my husband, so I was just wondering if you had any cash."
Ying Zijing paused, only then noticing that the other person's profile picture belonged to a middle-aged man.
It's clearly not the old lady's own WeChat account.
She closed her eyes slightly, realizing what was going on.
Seeing her silence, the old lady quickly said, "If you don't have it, that's fine, just transfer the money."
"Yes, Grandma." Fu Yunshen walked over at some point, took out more than a dozen hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and smiled. "Here you go."
"That's too much, too much!" The old lady had never seen so much money before. She was startled and quickly pushed it away. "A cup of mung bean soup costs four yuan, eight yuan will do."
“Eight yuan can’t even buy half a chicken.” Fu Yunshen raised his eyelashes. “How about this, if you feel I’m losing money, you can sell me the rest.”
The old lady seemed a little at a loss.
Fu Yunshen had already bent down, picked up the bag and started filling it with mung bean soup and plum juice, his voice indifferent: "Your son won't give you money?"
The old woman lowered her head and sighed, "He works hard too, maybe he's forgotten. What parent would hold a grudge against their child?"
Ying Zijing watched their movements and raised her hand to press her chest.
She always knew that her body had a major flaw: she had no heart.
This "heart" does not refer to an organ.
It is the heart that can cause people to have emotional fluctuations in response to external things.
She knows what love and hate are, and she has emotions, but she can't perceive them.
When it comes to relationships, she's like a robot.
But at this moment, she seemed to be able to feel this human warmth.
It seems she is slowly recovering.
After buying all the mung bean soup and plum juice, Fu Yunshen carried the bag and said, "This will be enough for you to drink for a long time."
Seeing that the girl was staring at one spot, he tapped her forehead with his finger and chuckled, "Yaoyao, what are you daydreaming about?"
"It's nothing." Ying Zijing snapped out of her reverie, looked at him, and suddenly reached out to hug him. "Thank you."
It was a very ordinary action, nothing ambiguous.
There's no difference between greeting and hugging a friend.
After all, he had already carried her on his back and hugged her before.
Fu Yunshen's body tensed slightly for a moment, but he quickly relaxed.
He twitched his fingers, raising his charming eyes: "Little friend, wouldn't you call this flirting?"
"Not really, at most it's just—" Ying Zijin took a cup of mung bean soup from his hand, her tone still cool and gentle, "taking advantage of you a little."
"..."
**
There are two types of tutoring at Qingzhi Middle School.
The first option is for schools to hold a unified exam, followed by a month of make-up classes before summer vacation.
The second option is to allow students to choose between attending classes or having a holiday after the unified make-up classes are completed, based on their own preferences.
So after August, fewer people came to the school.
However, the students from the gifted class come every day.
"Yuexuan, what are you thinking about?" The girl sitting next to her waved her hand in front of her eyes. "Why have you been so absent-minded these past few days?"
Ying Yuexuan snapped out of her thoughts and lowered her eyes: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen my brother in a long time."
Although Ying Tianlu did not hear her conversation with Zhong Manhua that day, Ying Yuexuan could sense that Ying Tianlu's attitude towards her had changed.
Before Ying Tianlu left Shanghai to start his own business, he would always bring her to school, but this time he didn't.
Ying Yuexuan couldn't understand it.
She later thought that even if Ying Tianlu knew she wasn't his biological sister, it wouldn't be a big deal.
After all, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting knew all along, but they still treated her very well.
"Your brother?" The girl didn't ask much, just said casually, "He might be busy with something, don't worry about it."
Ying Yuexuan responded and then began writing the test paper.
The girl continued, "Yuexuan, you can rest assured. Although your family adopted Ying Zijing, and she is very capable, you are still the biological child."
"How can an adopted child compare to a biological one? She's not even a cuckoo in the nest."
Ying Yuexuan suddenly looked up, her usually mild tone becoming serious for the first time: "You're not allowed to say things like that."
The girl was startled and quickly changed the subject: "Yuexuan, I heard that Mu Chenzhou is living at your house now, how is it?"
Zhong Zhiwan had brought Mu Chenzhou to Qingzhi several times, and they had met each other before.
He was indeed a young master raised by a prominent family in the capital, and every move he made exuded the demeanor of a distinguished family.
"What do you mean, how is he?" Ying Yuexuan didn't seem to care. "Men and women are different. I haven't had much contact with him, and I don't like him."
The girl was now very confused: "Why?"
Ying Yuexuan finished writing a test paper: "Because he doesn't like his younger sister."
"Ying Zijin?" The girl was taken aback, then understood. "Zhong Zhiwan probably said something to him too. Sigh, how come I didn't realize she was this kind of person back then?"
**
The Wen family.
After Ying Zijing arrived at the residential area, Fu Yunshen did not leave, but escorted her upstairs.
She had just reached the door and inserted the key when her expression suddenly changed.
Wen Fengmian heard the sound of a key being inserted into the bolt. He walked over and opened the door: "Yaoyao, you're back."
Ying Zijing looked up and scanned the room, which was only sixty square meters in size.
Wen Tinglan was nowhere to be seen.
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