The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 47: 045 Grandpa supports you in kidnapping Elder Zhong’s granddaughter.

Indeed, no one could find him.

Fu Yunshen’s peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped back a bit.

“Look at him, what’s the use of his coming back? Grandfather is lying there, life and death uncertain, and he’s still making phone calls flirting with women!” Seeing this, the Second Young Master Fu sneered, “Do they think once he’s had his drink with the ladies, Grandfather will wake up?”

No one could understand why Old Master Fu was so indulgent with such a profligate son.

Wasn’t every other peer of the Fu family a prodigy?

Without even mentioning the eldest grandchild of the Fu family who had already entered the Circle of Nobility in the capital city, even those who were five or six years younger than Fu Yunshen and dabbled in the stock market were making tens of thousands in profits.

It was only Fu Yunshen who idled away, engrossed in romance and pleasure.

Old Master Fu really was blind.

The Second Young Master’s voice wasn’t low; even at a distance, the person on the phone with Fu Yunshen could hear it.

“Why are you still entangled with them? It’s not me saying this, but with the Fu family, do they have the nerve to criticize you?”

If it weren’t for Fu Yunshen finding him in time years ago, could Old Master Fu have held on until now?

Fu Yunshen chuckled, “It’s not for them.”

“I know; you only have your grandfather in mind. The medicine has been sent to you, it will arrive in six hours, a three-month supply.”

“So generous this time?”

“I took on a bounty task, need to go to a no man’s land; I won’t be around for a while.”

“Alright then.” Fu Yunshen didn’t ask further, “Hanging up.”

“Your state seems a bit off lately.” The person hesitated, “Adjust yourself well; relying on hypnotherapy isn’t the solution.”

Fu Yunshen didn’t say anything, just looked out the window.

The lights of the operation room were still red, blood-red like fire in the darkness.

It wasn’t until one in the morning that the light turned green.

Several doctors moved Old Master Fu out of the operating room, bed and all, into the ICU.

The Fu family crowded around, wanting to see the situation.

But too many people were there; in the end, only Fu Mingcheng entered alone.

It didn’t take three minutes before he came out again.

“Your grandfather is asking for you.” Fu Mingcheng looked at his most disappointing son, quite annoyed, “Stop standing there admiring the scenery.”

The Second Young Master couldn’t believe it, “Dad, at this hour, Grandfather still cares about him?”

Why him?

The others also changed their expressions.

But when Old Master Fu gave the word, they couldn’t say anything and could only watch as Fu Yunshen went in.

Inside the ICU, Old Master Fu’s spirits were surprisingly good. Seeing someone come in, he waved from the bed, “Xiao Qi, come here, come here.”

Fu Yunshen approached and bent down to tuck in the blanket corner for him, “What happened today?”

He should not have had an episode with his medication in place.

“The same old problem.” Old Master Fu was indifferent, “I’m used to it.”

“You better not have this kind of habit.” Fu Yunshen’s eyes lifted lightly, “My heart can’t take it; it doesn’t handle scares well.”

Old Master Fu feigned ignorance, “A few days ago, Elder Zhong called me.”

“Your attempt at changing the subject is quite a failure.”

“…”

“Just woke up and you’re picking on me?” Old Master Fu glared, “Do you know what Elder Zhong said to me?”

“Hmm?”

“He asked me if you’re trying to woo his granddaughter away.”

Fu Yunshen, who was checking the IV drip, was unexpectedly choked up for a moment, “What?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Old Master Fu was smug, “Xiao Qi, listen to your grandfather; just go ahead and woo his granddaughter. Then to death with him, he never let me win at chess.”

“…” Fu Yunshen finally understood, he pressed his forehead, smiling helplessly, “Grandpa, it’s not like that. Yaoyao is still just a young girl.”

If he harbored such thoughts about a young girl, wouldn’t he be a beast?

“Who told you to do it now? Can’t you wait until she’s of age?” Old Master Fu was disappointed, “I was not even twenty when I won over your grandma, and you, you waste a handsome face.”

“Rumors will spread, nobody would believe you are my grandson.”

Fu Yunshen lazy: “My grandfather is really impressive, managed to deceive my grandmother just with his looks.”

Old Master Fu slapped him on the head, “Nonsense, your grandfather here has real talent and learning.”

Fu Yunshen just smiled with a gentle light in his eyes.

“Sigh, your grandpa’s getting on in years and doesn’t have many desires left. I just hope to hold a great-grandchild in my arms while I’m still alive,” Old Master Fu rambled on. “Once you’re settled down, your grandfather can rest easy…”

He feared that one day, when he’s no longer around, his grandson might go crazy.

So while he was still here, he could only take more care of him.

**

The news of Old Master Fu’s hospitalization couldn’t be kept secret for long, and within a few days, everyone in Shanghai City’s wealthy circles knew about it.

Old Master Zhong even made a special trip to the hospital, but upon returning, he only shook his head and said little.

But everyone knew that Old Master Fu’s days were probably numbered.

Ying Zijin did the math and realized that the illness was indeed quite serious.

Without the appropriate medicinal ingredients, the drugs she concocted weren’t potent enough.

They were fine for strengthening the body of an average person, but the effects on chronic illnesses were minimal.

Without the ingredients, there was nothing she could do.

She needed more money.

Ying Zijin cast her eyes down, tapping on the table, “What ways are there to make money?”

“Hmm?” Xiu Yu was playing a game, “You need money, Daddy Ying?”

“Quite badly.”

“How much do you need? I have some.”

“No need.” Ying Zijin shook her head slightly, “I can earn it myself.”

“Alright, let me think…” Xiu Yu scratched his head, “How about live streaming?”

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, “Live streaming?”

“This,” Xiu Yu opened an APP on his phone to show her, “Now live streamers can make a lot of money. There are those who do makeup, play games, even mukbang eaters. You don’t even have to show your face, singing would do.”

Ying Zijin contemplated, “I’ll take a look.”

Five minutes later, a brand-new account logged onto the Shark Live Broadcasting Platform.

Xiu Yu was curious, “What did you choose? If you chose makeup, I can assist you.”

“It’s not makeup.” Ying Zijin replied while taking out a stack of white paper and a pen.

These two tools confused Xiu Yu.

Could it be drawing?

Immediately afterward, Xiu Yu saw the girl calmly select a study area, then put on her headphones and began to explain physics.

Xiu Yu, “???”

Really, who watches a live stream for a physics lesson nowadays?

Isn’t this simply masochistic?

Daddy Ying, isn’t selling your face more appealing?

Unable to comprehend, Xiu Yu just leaned in closer to watch.

This time’s teaching differed from the previous biology lesson she gave to the whole class. Ying Zijin was just writing, occasionally speaking a few sentences to her.

Within minutes, Xiu Yu found she couldn’t understand it at all and it was making her head swim but she tried to muster her energy, “Daddy Ying, wait a moment. I’ll send you a gift; that should attract some viewers.”

Their movements didn’t disturb anyone else.

It was just in time for the second year of high school’s self-study period, and many students from Class 19 had gone out to play basketball, leaving the classroom mostly empty.

He Xun, responsible for today’s duty, checked the other classes before coming to Class 19.

He had never expected Class 19 to be quiet and studious and merely took a glance from the back door.

The girl was sitting in the last row, casually and lazily holding her phone.

Even just her back was enough to effortlessly capture someone’s attention.

Yet He Xun’s expression remained cold.

Last term, when he helped Teacher Deng substitute, he would ask her to study hard. Now, he didn’t even want to waste his breath on such words.

Indeed, Class 19 was a place of decline.

He Xun was about to leave when his gaze swept across the scratch paper on the table, and he paused.