The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 420 - 388 Adult Ceremony Identity Reveal 2 More Updates
Chapter 420: 388 Adult Ceremony, Identity Reveal [2 More Updates]
Chapter 420: 388 Adult Ceremony, Identity Reveal [2 More Updates]
Ying Tianlv’s expression changed dramatically in an instant, “Okay, I understand.”
He put down the phone, walked to the door, and started putting on his coat from the rack with urgent movements.
“What’s wrong?” Old Master Zhong was puzzled, “You haven’t even finished your meal.”
He had planned to have Ying Tianlv help him choose photos of Ying Zijin to make a birthday video.
Ying Tianlv fastened his buttons, his lips pursed slightly, “I just got news from the hospital, my grandmother… Old Madam Ying has become a vegetative person, I need to go to the hospital.”
The ties of kinship, they were too hard to cut off.
He wouldn’t forgive Old Madam Ying for what she had done to Ying Zijin, but he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to everything.
After all, Old Madam Ying had also taken care of him quite a bit since he was young.
Right and wrong, Ying Tianlv had always been able to distinguish clearly.
Old Master Zhong was taken aback and fell silent, “Life is unpredictable, we can only say that it’s better to do more good deeds.”
Ying Zijin felt nothing.
When she went to the hospital that day, she had already calculated it.
Old Madam Ying’s future had only two possible outcomes.
Either she would become a vegetative person, or she would be cured.
Ying Tianlv nodded and left.
After finishing dinner, Ying Zijin also left the Zhong Family.
Old Master Zhong went to the study alone, put on his reading glasses, and started looking at Weibo.
Although Ying Zijin was an amateur, she had many fans and even a dedicated ‘super topic’, with the number of members having risen to two million.
This figure was already on par with that of top-tier celebrities.
Because Old Master Zhong joined the super topic early on, he had become a well-known fan and even a small-scale host.
After collecting the new materials, he turned on his computer and started editing videos with great enjoyment.
**
The next day at noon.
Fu Yunshen went to Verdant to pick up Ying Zijin for lunch.
“The news about Old Madam Ying becoming a vegetative person has already spread throughout Shanghai City,” he pulled out a newspaper, “The First Hospital has even listed her condition as an unsolved mystery.”
Ying Zijin glanced over it casually, a brow arching, “You guessed it?”
Fu Yunshen leaned back in his chair, looking nonchalant, “It must have been Ye Suhe who also did something to her. The little tricks of Ancient Medicine can’t be detected even by modern scientific instruments.”
“Hmm,” Ying Zijin dispassionately remarked, “There’s a small bug in her brain, and the cause of her headaches comes from it, too. When the bug becomes more active, the headaches intensify.”
“After several years, it’s reached its end. Once the central nervous system is damaged, basic motor functions are lost, and she turns into a vegetative person.”
Ye Suhe learned Ancient Medicine from Shi Fengyi. Her methods were unorthodox and not accepted by the Ancient medical field.
Even though it was just superficial knowledge, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary person like Old Madam Ying.
Old Madam Ying thought she had Ye Suhe under her thumb, but she was completely unaware that she had long been calculated by Ye Suhe.
Fu Yunshen’s eyes narrowed, “It’s right that there’s no cure. As for the other comments, I’ve already had them cleaned up, so don’t worry about it.”
“Today—” Ying Zijin sipped her soup, her tone even, “someone confessed to me.”
Fu Yunshen slowly looked up, his lips curving, “Oh? Another one? How many does that make now?”
Ying Zijin yawned, “I haven’t counted.”
Fu Yunshen’s expression remained unchanged, still exuding an air of indifferent amusement, “So, how did you reply?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“…”
Fu Yunshen’s eyes curled, his tone becoming slightly cajoling, “Brother will give you candy?”
Ying Zijin glanced at him, “You’re dreaming.”
“Isn’t it human nature to be curious?” Fu Yunshen persisted leisurely, “Then what will it take for you to tell me?”
“Depends on my mood.”
“Okay.” Fu Yunshen raised his hand, as if to pat the girl’s head as usual, but it was slapped away.
“Don’t touch my head.”
Fu Yunshen: “?”
“You’re like petting a dog.”
“…”
**
On the other side.
The First Hospital.
In the hospital room.
Zhong Manhua looked at Old Madam Ying, who had become a vegetative person, and still couldn’t come to her senses.
There is a possibility for someone in a vegetative state to regain consciousness.
But the doctor had already made the diagnosis: Old Madam Ying had no chance of waking up, only a worse outcome—brain death.
Yet everything could have been changed, however, they had personally sealed off any path to life.
After the doctor finished changing Old Madam Ying’s IV bag, he was about to leave.
At this moment, Zhong Manhua grabbed him, “Doctor, why did the Old Madam receive such a big shock? Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“No,” the doctor glanced at Zhong Manhua with a hint of secretive sympathy, “Even without the shock, the Old Madam’s condition is beyond saving. You all better prepare for her final affairs.”
Zhong Manhua was stunned.
The doctor had already walked out. He turned into the restroom and said to the middle-aged man standing by the window, “Mr. Ying, your wife just asked about it, but I still said we haven’t found out anything.”
Hearing this, Ying Zhenting turned around, “Has the surveillance been deleted?”
“Deleted,” the doctor said, “But if someone wants to check, it’s still possible to find out.”
“They won’t,” Ying Zhenting tossed his cigarette butt into the trash bin, “She won’t think of this.”
The doctor didn’t want to get involved in Ying Family matters, so after a few more words, he left.
Only then did Ying Zhenting’s face turn cold. He took out his phone and dialed Jing Hongzhen, “What are you doing showing up at First Hospital? My mom was so agitated by you that she’s now in a vegetative state. Are you satisfied?”
“The doctor said a long time ago that whether I agitated her or not, she would have ended up like this. What does it have to do with me?” Jing Hongzhen said with a faint smile, “I’ve been putting up with her for a long time, and besides, did I cause her to be in a vegetative state? If your darling daughter had treated her, she could have lived well.”
Ying Zhenting took a deep breath, “I’m warning you, this is the last time.”
He hung up the phone and returned to the ward.
Zhong Manhua was still sitting in front of Old Madam Ying’s hospital bed, her gaze vacant.
“Manhua,” Ying Zhenting approached, “I need to discuss something with you.”
Zhong Manhua snapped back to reality, “What is it?”
“The adult ceremony for the two children is coming up soon,” Ying Zhenting said, “Let’s hold it together this time, and then announce Zijin’s identity. What do you think?”
Zhong Manhua was taken aback and blurted out without thinking, “What about Xiao Xuan? Announcing it directly, wouldn’t that greatly affect her? She hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Ying Zhenting frowned, “So, what should we do?”
He hadn’t expected that Zhong Manhua would be even more biased toward Ying Yuexuan than him.
“Just, just say—” Zhong Manhua hesitated for a moment, “Just say I gave birth to twins at that time, how about that?”
Ying Zhenting thought for a while, “Alright, we can do that. I’ll have someone draft the invitations and send them out.”
“But Zhenting, even pleading with Zijin is useless,” Zhong Manhua’s fingers clenched her clothes, “We announce her identity, but she definitely won’t come back.”
Ying Zhenting’s brows tightened even further, “Let’s talk about that later. First, let’s restore her identity. Wasn’t she driven away in the first place because Xiao Xuan was occupying her title as the young miss of the Ying Family?”
After speaking, he took out his phone to contact professionals.
**
On March 18th, the Ying Family sent out the invitations and even made sure to send quite a few to students from Verdant.
But these invitations were not delivered to other major clans; they were all intercepted.
“Young Master,” Yun Shan bowed respectfully with his fists closed, “These are all the invitations sent out by the Ying Family.”
Fu Yunshen took one of the invitations, opened it to look, and his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, “The Ying Family people sure know how to play their game.”
“They really think Miss Ying would care for the Ying Family at this time. Now they come fawning,” Yun Shan snorted coldly, “A bunch of disgusting people.”
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What angered Yun Shan the most was that the Ying Family had listed Ying Zijin and Ying Yuexuan as twin sisters.
Did Ying Yuexuan deserve this comparison?
“Make a change,” Fu Yunshen said indifferently, “Change it like this.”
He handed over his phone to Yun Shan, which displayed a message.
Upon reading it, Yun Shan couldn’t help but clap, “Young Master, that’s brilliant.”
“After changing it, send them out,” Fu Yunshen lowered his head, his slender fingers twirling a pen, “Make sure it gets to everyone the Ying Family wants to invite.”
Yun Shan agreed one by one and then sneaked a peek at the paper in Fu Yunshen’s hand.
It contained several sketches.
There were designs for dresses, jewelry, and more.
Yun Shan was surprised, “Young Master, are you personally designing gifts for Miss Ying’s coming-of-age ceremony?”
Fu Yunshen glanced at him, “If your mouth has nothing to do, it’s best kept shut.”
Yun Shan immediately rolled out to get to work.
He was very efficient, and by that afternoon, all the major families of Shanghai City had received such an invitation.
And so had the students of Verdant.
The invitations at the school were collected at the security room to be distributed by class later.
Every student in the Elite Class and Class 19 received one.
But that wasn’t all; there was also a red banner hung on the large screen at the school entrance.
Once the students were let out from class, they all saw it.
[You are cordially invited to attend the coming-of-age birthday party for the Ying Family’s foster daughter, Ying Yuexuan]
