Could it be that he relies on Fu Yunshen, that dandy young man?
How long can it last?
When she thought of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei became even more flustered.
Although she also knew that the Jiang Group suffered heavy losses due to the stock market turmoil, she was still a little scared.
Originally, Madam Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her because she suffered from hemophilia, but she still agreed because she was the number one socialite in Shanghai.
Therefore, she must not let anything go wrong before she married into the Jiang family.
Although this Weibo incident will not affect her status and reputation in the circle of famous aristocrats, there will always be people gossiping.
Madam Ying had a daughter like Ying Luwei when she was old. The whole Ying family doted on her and would not let Ying Luwei suffer any grievances.
"You haven't gotten through on the phone yet?" Madam Ying looked at Zhong Manhua and sneered, "Look, what did I say? You can't tame her!"
The Ying family doesn't mind raising one more person, but they insist on taking in an adopted daughter. This is really a show of bad intentions.
She was asked to tell her how much money she would give based on the amount of blood she received.
It’s best to settle both sides.
If it wasn't about Ying Luwei, Mrs. Ying wouldn't have condescended to come to the street shop selling milk tea.
Zhong Manhua was also very upset.
Her phone number had been blocked. Even if he called someone else with a different number, Ying Zijin would hang up and block the call the moment he heard her voice.
She went to see Mr. Zhong and hoped that he would come forward, but she was rejected.
Old Master Zhong scolded her directly, saying that she was ungrateful and did not know the difference between relatives and strangers. How could she have the face to look for him again?
"Mom, don't worry." Ying Luwei comforted Old Madam Ying, "Xiao Jin and Sister-in-law are angry, please don't blame Sister-in-law."
She glanced at the watch on her wrist and smiled: "It's five forty now. Qingzhi will be out of school in ten minutes. We'll wait here and we'll definitely be able to see Xiaojin."
Madam Ying glanced at Zhong Manhua coldly, and then her expression softened a little: "Weier, you are sensible."
Ying Luwei didn't say anything else, her eyes were always fixed on the school gate.
No matter what method she used, she had to make Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.
——
After sleeping for a whole self-study class, Ying Zijin finally regained enough energy.
It was just time to go home from school, and students were walking out in groups of three or four.
She yawned, stood up, and without packing her books, she just hung her schoolbag on her shoulders, picked up her school uniform jacket, and walked out slowly.
Next to the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building, members of the student union are decorating the blackboard.
Zhong Zhiwan is the head of the Organization Department. He is holding a folder and giving orders.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl coming out from the stairs in front of her.
Long legs, slender waist, every curve is just perfect.
One button of the shirt was undone, revealing a distinct butterfly bone and soft skin.
It is absolutely stunning.
This caused students from every grade to look back frequently, and all their attention was drawn to it.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and his eyes focused.
The head of the Propaganda Department is a girl, and she was full of envy: "Ying Zijin has changed so much. She used to walk with her head down, and I didn't realize she was so pretty."
She is so beautiful that people don't even have the thought of feeling jealous.
Zhong Zhiwan said calmly, "Don't look at it anymore. Hurry up and go home."
The girl looked away reluctantly and started gossiping again: "By the way, Ying Zijin has also signed up for this art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "She signed up for the art festival?"
"Not only did she sign up, she also signed up for several projects." The girl said, "In addition to calligraphy and Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting. It's amazing."
"You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head, "She is probably short of money."
The girl was stunned: "Lack of money?"
"She had a quarrel with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan was absent-mindedly drawing something on a piece of paper. "Maybe she saw that the prize money for the art festival was generous and wanted to give it a try."
She didn't think that Ying Zijin knew any art.
Whether it is calligraphy or Chinese painting, if you want to achieve accomplishment, talent is not enough, you also need a good teacher.
But people in a small county don’t have the financial resources to invite a famous master.
"Is that so..." The girl felt it was a pity, "I thought she signed up because she knew how to do it."
Zhong Zhiwan drooped his eyelashes, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Give me a registration form for the art festival."
The girl was surprised: "Zhi Wan, you want to sign up? Don't you think these are not worthy of your attention?"
Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, nor does he need to use art festivals as a springboard to meet art masters.
After all, she has been exposed to these things since she was a child, and the Zhong family also hired the best teachers.
Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly: "Nothing, just for fun."
——
When Ying Zijin walked to the school gate, her cell phone rang.
It was a message from an unknown number.
[Hello, Miss Ying, I am your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th? Let’s arrange a time to meet.]
Very official tone.
There is no signature either.
Ying Zijin was about to reply "I'm busy, thank you", but she narrowed her eyes and suddenly a layer of white mist gathered in front of her eyes.
Images of the future flash by and then quickly disappear.
She paused, raised her eyebrows, and changed her mind.
[Yes, at 5pm.] 】
The reply came back very quickly.
[Okay, I'll be there on time and look forward to meeting you.] 】
Ying Zijin was waiting for the red light with her cell phone in hand. She shifted her gaze slightly and saw Ying Luwei rushing towards her from the opposite side of the road.
"Xiaojin!"
The girl simply dodged sideways.
Ying Luwei staggered and almost fell, her hands frozen in the air.
But she reacted quickly, smiling and worried: "Xiao Jin, where have you been these days? Why didn't you tell us? We are all very worried about you."
"Yes, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded, "I'm worried that you will die without a living blood bank."
Ying Luwei could no longer maintain her smile, and her usually gentle expression seemed to be somewhat shattered.
She never expected that Ying Zijin would say such blunt words.
Especially now there are many students waiting for the red light, many of them heard this sentence and were looking at her with strange eyes.
She felt like a thorn in her side, sitting on pins and needles.
Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiao Jin, I don't care if you have any complaints against me, but mom and sister-in-law are waiting for you over there, can you go and see them?"
She had thought it through. If Ying Zijin refused, with so many people around, she could use family ties and moral blackmail to force him to do so.
However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin looked at her for a second and said "OK."
All the words that Ying Luwei had prepared were blocked. She pinched her palms and reluctantly took the girl to the milk tea shop.
There were quite a few people in the milk tea shop at this time, most of them were students from Qingzhi.
Because of what happened on Weibo, everyone in Qingzhi now knows Ying Zijin. After all, her looks are so stunning that it is impossible to ignore her.
Zhong Manhua and Old Madam Ying sat at a table inside, feeling somewhat restrained.
"You're finally here? You're really putting on airs." Madam Ying had long lost her patience. She slammed the table heavily and said, "You even asked Wei'er to personally invite you. Have you forgotten your status?"
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, please don't talk here, go back if you have anything to say..."
"Just say it right here." Madam Ying refused to give in and sneered, "It's not us who are embarrassed."
This sound startled many customers.
They all looked over, surprised and shocked.
Qingzhi's students recognized Ying Luwei and whispered to each other.
"Isn't that Teacher Ying? What happened between her and Ying Zijin?"
"Who knows? I heard from the Elite Class that Ying Zijin had a quarrel with the Ying family and ran away from home. We couldn't even invite her back."
"Ah? 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 she said, "Mom, sister-in-law is right, let's go home..."
Before he could finish his words, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.
It indicates the number of milliliters of blood donated in a certain year and month, and it is as clear as it can be.
Ying Luwei was stunned and suddenly felt panic in her heart.
"Since you want to see me, you can solve this matter by the way." Ying Zijin raised his eyes, "rhnullGolden blood is priceless and in demand, I will charge you 25,100."
When she heard the word golden blood, Ying Luwei's mind buzzed, and she had no time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.
"This year, you forced me to draw blood thirteen times without my consent, each time for $200, a total of $650,000."
“…”
The entire milk tea shop fell silent in an instant.
Ying Zijin put one hand in his pocket, and said indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him: "I'll give you three minutes. Now, transfer the money."
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