Chapter 96: 094 Tearing off Zhong Zhiwan’s Disguise [7 Updates]

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Sometimes, what you dread most is when the air suddenly falls silent.

Fu Yunshen withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

He shifted his gaze and looked straight ahead again.

The car garage was scarcely populated, and the lighting was dim.

“Yaoyao, there was a mosquito on your face,” Fu Yunshen said nonchalantly, his tone as lazy as she was used to hearing, “I helped you shoo it away.”

Ying Zijin didn’t speak.

She reached out to straighten her collar.

Then turned her head and checked the rearview mirror.

Clearly, there were poked marks on her right cheek.

Several of them, in fact.

They were slightly red.

Even if she had been asleep, she knew what had happened.

Ying Zijin paused briefly before responding, “Today, I’m in an okay mood.”

Fu Yunshen looked at her, “Hmm?”

“Just—” Ying Zijin turned her head, “I’ll pinch you again, grudgingly.”

Her attitude seemed to say “I’ve pinched you already, no need to pretend, be generous about it.”

“No need.” Fu Yunshen coughed while covering his mouth with his fist, “I’m afraid I might turn into a beast later.”

He truly had never done such a thing before.

Couldn’t help it, the kid was just too well-behaved while sleeping.

He simply couldn’t restrain himself.

Ying Zijin unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and spoke with a clear, indifferent voice, “No, you can’t change.”

Fu Yunshen looked at her, “?”

“I’ll hit you.”

“…”

He needed to retract his earlier thought.

Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver’s seat and smiled, “You started by not wanting to hit me, how come you’re willing to now after knowing me longer?”

“Don’t worry,” Ying Zijin supported her head and the corner of her eyes carried a slight smile, unhurried, “I don’t hit people in the face.”

“…”

Okay, the kid is still a face-connoisseur.

Seems like in the future, whatever he does, he needs to protect his face first.

Maybe then the kid might soften and choose not to strike?

Both of them got out of the car.

The weekend crowd was bustling, and because of the sale day, long queues had formed at the luxury boutiques of Century Mall.

Fu Yunshen glanced over nonchalantly, “Yaoyao, let’s go upstairs.”

Century Mall has a total of seventeen floors, with the topmost level being accessible only to platinum members.

Spending a total of ten million in Century Mall grants you a platinum card.

What Fu Yunshen handed over, however, was a black gold card.

The sales clerk hadn’t seen a card like this before, but there was no way she didn’t recognize Fu Yunshen.

She hurried over, “Seventh Young Master, and Miss, welcome.”

Fu Yunshen nodded and turned to her, “Yaoyao, see if there’s anything you like.”

Ying Zijin didn’t stand on ceremony and started looking from the first clothes rack.

The sales clerk then asked, “Seventh Young Master, would you like something to drink?”

Fu Yunshen shook his head and sat down on the sofa in the lobby to wait.

Just sitting there simply, he made it impossible to ignore his presence.

After ten minutes, Ying Zijin returned with a piece of clothing in hand.

After pondering for a moment, she said, “I think this one is quite good.”

Fu Yunshen loosened his collar and looked over.

Then he saw a black garment resembling an Arabian robe, “…”

Yeah.

His kid’s fashion sense wasn’t great.

She didn’t quite know how to dress up.

Although the kid managed to exude a high-fashion vibe even in her school uniform.

Fu Yunshen profoundly felt like raising their family’s child was quite tiring.

But the sense of achievement was correspondingly greater.

“Miss, that piece of clothing isn’t suitable for your age. It’s a bit old-fashioned,” the sales clerk smiled, “You should wear something younger and more vibrant. We’ve just brought in some haute couture from O continent, how about you try…”

“No need,” Fu Yunshen stood up, “take them all, deliver to this address.”

He passed an address over.

The sales clerk was surprised, but not bewildered, and quickly went to prepare.

Ying Zijin was slightly silent and then, she raised an eyebrow, “Are you mocking me for not knowing how to choose clothes?”

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes lifted up, unusually serious, “Brother isn’t mocking you.”

This time, he openly reached out and pinched her face, “Kid, at your age, you can’t skimp on clothes.”

Ying Zijin took his hand down, “That’s three times.”

After swiping the card, the sales associate escorted the two customers out.

On her return, she encountered the manager responsible for the seventeenth floor.

The manager glanced over and asked, “Was that the Seventh Young Master from the Fu Family just now?”

“Yes,” the sales associate said with envy, “He bought over ten million worth of clothes in one go, truly befitting one of the Four major noble families.”

“It’s of no use; all his money is given to him by Old Master Fu. He’s nothing but a spoiled playboy, idle and dissolute, endowed only with a face that charms women.” The manager smirked, “You might not know, but his fiancée would rather climb into bed with his elder brother than be engaged to him.”

The sales associate was taken aback, “Manager, what are you saying?”

“It happened two years ago; Old Master Fu arranged a marriage for him, waiting for him to return from O continent to get married.” The manager stated, “But as soon as the other party found out, she immediately went after the Eldest Young Master of the Fu Family. Tsk…”

He added a word of advice, “So you don’t have to be so respectful to him. Everyone in Shanghai City says that the day Old Master Fu is gone, this Seventh Young Master will fall from grace.”

Having said this, the manager hurried off to the next store.

The sales associate hesitated for a moment but remained silent.

The card Fu Yunshen had given her seemed to be the only one of its kind in the entire Century Plaza.

**

At the Zhong Family.

The servants were busy in the kitchen,

while Lady Zhong glanced at Master Zhong reading the newspaper and stood up, asking Zhong Zhiwan to follow her to the balcony.

Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips and followed.

After signaling for her to close the glass door, Lady Zhong frowned and began, “How is it that I hear you didn’t win even a single first-class prize at the art festival competition?”

Zhong Zhiwan’s expression shifted, “Mom, I didn’t…”

“I don’t want to hear any of your excuses. Excuses are just a way of shirking responsibility,” Lady Zhong looked down at her from on high, “I’m very disappointed. I asked your grandfather to hire so many teachers for you, and you couldn’t even come out on top in an art festival.”

Zhong Zhiwan bit her lip.

Lady Zhong continued to probe, “Which categories did you enter?”

“Calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, and oil painting,” Zhong Zhiwan moved her lips slightly, “Mom, I just wasn’t serious, I just wanted to have fun.”

“You wanted to take an art festival seriously?” Lady Zhong frowned again, “Never mind, the Verdant Art Class is nationally top-tier as well, so it’s normal for you not to surpass others if you were just playing around.”

Zhong Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Lady Zhong didn’t pay much attention to these matters, and thus didn’t know that it was Ying Zijin who won the first-class prize.

Not only Lady Zhong, but the other wealthy families also didn’t have the leisure to concern themselves with such things.

“By the way, your grandfather has called that foster daughter of the Ying Family back again,” Lady Zhong suddenly spoke up, “Don’t compare yourself with her; just focus on pleasing your grandfather.”

Zhong Zhiwan nodded, “Mom, I understand.”

Not long after the mother and daughter returned to the dining table, the front door opened.

“Zijin is here.” Master Zhong was very pleased, “Come take a seat, we’ll start dinner soon. Eat up, don’t worry, your mom won’t be coming today, so it won’t affect your mood.”

Ying Zijin nodded and sat down beside him, “Grandfather.”

This remark made Lady Zhong frown.

Had Elder Zhong become far too muddleheaded these days?

First, using the company’s Weibo to back up a foster daughter, then making Zhong Zhiwan apologize.

Now, even his own daughter, Zhong Manhua’s standing, was not as high as that of this foster daughter.

Seeing the girl, Lady Zhong’s appetite vanished.

But as the daughter-in-law of Elder Zhong, she couldn’t say much.

Zhong Zhiwan was feeling guilty because of the incident at the art festival a few days ago and didn’t dare to look up.

Ying Zijin also ignored them, chatting with Elder Zhong.

Lady Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan had a hard time enjoying their meal, while Elder Zhong, conversely, ate three large bowls of rice and had to exercise a bit afterwards.

Seeing that Elder Zhong had stepped out onto the balcony, Lady Zhong finally found her opportunity.

She stopped the girl, preventing her from leaving.

“I don’t know what attitude Manhua has towards you, but I want to make my stance clear,” Lady Zhong said in a calm voice but with a piercing gaze, “You should not covet things that aren’t yours to desire.”

She stressed her words, then warned, “You don’t have that kind of fortune.”

With Elder Zhong doting on this foster daughter so much, who knew if he would share the Zhong Corporation’s shares with her?

She definitely couldn’t tolerate such an event.”

“I’ve said what I needed to say,” Lady Zhong’s eyes were cold, “I hope you’re smart and know what you should and shouldn’t do. Do you understand?”

She had just finished speaking when Master Zhong came humming along from a distance.

Lady Zhong’s nerves tensed, and she went up to meet him, “Elder Zhong.”

“Why are you standing around?” Master Zhong frowned, “Aren’t you going to join Wanwan?”

“Wanwan seems upset and won’t talk to me, so I was asking her if something happened at school,” Lady Zhong smiled, “I’ll be right there; you should take care of yourself too, Elder Zhong.”

Master Zhong waved her off; he clearly had no intention of detaining her.

Lady Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Elder Zhong hadn’t heard a thing.

She turned around, ready to go upstairs when a cool voice emerged.

“Lady Zhong, before lecturing others, please take care of your own daughter first.”

Lady Zhong paused mid-step, turned around, and her expression chilled, “What do you mean?”

A foster daughter daring to compare herself with the Zhong family’s Miss? She really had been spoiled by Elder Zhong beyond knowing her place.

Ying Zijin flicked her phone and pressed a button.

At the silent staircase entrance, a conversation began to play.

It was crystal clear.

This was a recorded call between Zhong Zhiwan and Wei Hou.