The True Heiress Is an All-Powerful Bigshot - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: 188 Young Master Fu’s disguise slips, the boss enters the stage [Three updates]

The saleswoman was thoroughly stunned. Tentatively, she asked, “Are you asking for the Seventh Young Master to leave?”

“Yes, have him leave,” said Su Ruan as she fiddled with a diamond necklace, her tone indifferent, sounding nonchalant, “I believe I still have that right.”

When she married into the Fu Family, to put it nicely, she was marrying down.

Let alone Fu Yunshen, if it weren’t for the arranged marriage, she wouldn’t even consider marrying Fu Yihan.

The Su Family is a distinguished family in the capital with a century-long foundation.

Even if the Fu Family is the leader of the Four Major Noble Families, they still fall short in comparison.

If it wasn’t for her grandfather’s insistence on accepting Old Master Fu’s request, she wouldn’t have needed to marry and move to Shanghai City.

Su Ruan was the only daughter of the main branch of the Su Family in this generation; with four elder brothers, she had been spoiled since she was young.

She had always wanted to decide on her own marital affairs, dreaming of a romantic love like those written in books.

But in the end, all those dreams were shattered.

Because of a marriage contract, she had to marry a frivolous and extravagant man.

After the decision was made, Su Ruan didn’t go to Old Master Su but went to Fu Yihan instead.

If Fu Yunshen wanted to marry her, he had to see if he was worthy.

She would rather marry Fu Yihan and let Fu Yunshen become the laughingstock of Shanghai City, a subject for people to talk about after meals.

That was the price to pay.

However, in the two years following the marriage, Su Ruan had also discovered Fu Yihan’s good qualities and had gradually developed feelings over time.

When she found out that Old Master Fu favored a profligate, she didn’t hide her disdain for Fu Yunshen.

Who wouldn’t think that Old Master Fu was blind?

Su Ruan turned her head and slightly lifted her chin, “Aren’t you going?”

The saleswoman quickly weighed the pros and cons and made a decision.

Fu Yunshen, as the most notorious playboy in Shanghai City, might be doted on by Old Master Fu, but in reality, he held no real power.

But Fu Yihan was different.

Fu Yihan was the rightful eldest grandson of the Fu Family, set to inherit the Fu Corporation in the future.

Besides, he was competent on his own, having already made a name for himself in the business world of the capital without relying on the Fu Family’s influence.

“Madam, please wait,” the saleswoman said with a smile, “You are our valued guest, how could we possibly ask you to leave.”

Only then did Su Ruan appear satisfied, and she began trying on the necklace.

The saleswoman hurried to the entrance of the mall, her face apologetic: “I’m sorry, Seventh Young Master, the eldest young madam is inside, she doesn’t want to see you, please leave as soon as possible.”

Her words made the other customers in the mall look over as well.

There was surprise and scrutiny in their gazes.

Fu Yunshen’s face was too distinctive; there wasn’t a person in Shanghai’s upper echelons who didn’t know him.

Those who could enter Century Mall were all either rich or noble.

Ying Zijin had also heard, her eyelashes fluttered, about to look up.

“It’s alright, Yaoyao, you rest,” Fu Yunshen said as he pressed down on her head, his movements gentle.

He didn’t look at the saleswoman, carrying the girl into the mall.

The saleswoman stood awkwardly and embarrassed, “Madam, this…”

Su Ruan frowned, her voice cold: “Fu Yunshen, I don’t want to see you, please leave.”

“You should know that if you and I appear in the same place, it will give rise to some disgusting rumors out there.”

That sentence finally made Fu Yunshen stop in his tracks.

He turned his head, his peach blossom eyes smiling, but his voice was icy cold, sending a shiver down one’s spine, “Hmm? What kind of rumors?”

Su Ruan was impatient: “You know very well what they are.”

It would be rumors that Fu Yunshen, having been jilted, still harbored feelings for her and followed her into the mall.

Fu Yunshen freed his left hand, pulling out a mobile phone.

He was strong enough that even with one arm, he could hold the girl firm and steady in his embrace.

“Fu Yihan,” Fu Yunshen glanced at the clock on the wall, “Century Mall at the pedestrian street. I know you’re at the company. Give you five minutes, come over immediately.”

Su Ruan first froze, then couldn’t help but laugh angrily, “Seventh Young Master Fu, is that how you talk to your older brother? Don’t you know what respect is?”

Fu Yunshen ignored her, his eyelashes lifting as he said to another saleswoman, “Go make brown sugar water.”

Without a word, that saleswoman hurried off to prepare it.

He bent down to place the girl on a couch and sat down beside her.

“I’m feeling a bit better,” Ying Zijin’s breathing gradually steadied, and after a moment, she said softly, “It still kind of hurts though.”

No wonder Xiu Yu, usually so tough, was wilted during her period.

It wasn’t as severe as a gunshot wound, but the pain was bone-deep.

Strange.

Ying Zijin turned her head and saw Su Ruan with a pale green complexion: “Your sister-in-law.”

“Yeah,” Fu Yunshen replied flatly, “She was also the fiancée Grandfather once arranged for me. It’s our first meeting.”

At that time, he wasn’t even in Shanghai City; he was only concerned about Old Master Fu’s health.

Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze, her eyes indifferent and her voice devoid of warmth, “Did she bully you?”

Fu Yunshen’s hand paused, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

“Kid, that’s not right,” he said as his eyebrows rose and he gently tapped the girl’s forehead with his finger, his tone languid and drawn out, “Apart from you, who else could possibly bully me?”

On the other side, Su Ruan’s expression was getting worse and worse.

Right in front of her, he had started flirting with another woman.

If this was how he behaved in private, what else was he capable of?

Coming from the same parents, why was there such a huge difference between Fu Yunshen and Fu Yihan?

She truly felt grateful for the choice she had made back then.

Su Ruan couldn’t even fathom what it would have been like if she had really married Fu Yunshen, how many socialites would have mocked her.

“Seventh Young Master Fu really has some thick skin,” Su Ruan sneered, “But then again, this mall isn’t mine. Even if you loiter around here to death, I can’t drive you away.”

Fu Yunshen still ignored her and took the brown sugar water from the sales clerk.

It was then that the automatic doors opened.

A man dressed in a suit hurried in, sweating on his forehead.

This was Fu Mingcheng’s eldest son, the Fu family’s legitimate eldest grandson, Fu Yihan.

29 years old this year, he and Su Ruan got married two years ago.

“Here he comes,” Fu Yunshen said without looking up as he fed Ying Zijin the brown sugar water, “Take your woman and get out of here.”

As soon as these words came out, both Fu Yihan and Su Ruan’s expressions changed.

Su Ruan couldn’t contain her anger, “Fu Yunshen, what kind of language is that? Do you think you’re the owner here? And that’s your elder brother, not some servant you can dismiss with a wave of your hand.”

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Fu Yihan dragged her away by the arm, “Xiao Ruan, let’s go.”

Su Ruan was in disbelief.

“Yunshen, she’s ignorant; I apologize for her,” Fu Yihan said without further ado, “There’s a family banquet the day after tomorrow. If it’s convenient, come back for it.”

Despite Su Ruan’s reluctance, she was still pulled away by Fu Yihan.

After Ying Zijin finished her brown sugar water, she went to the restroom again.

The pain subsided, and she was exhausted, so she slowly fell asleep.

Fu Yunshen carried her inside.

Though this was a branch store, he also had a rest room here, which was not inferior to a presidential suite in a five-star hotel.

After tucking the girl in, he stepped out and made a phone call.

“Hmm, prepare a sign,” Fu Yunshen said in a lazy tone, “Yes, that’s right, write it just like that.”

**

The next day, a big event took place in Shanghai City.

The largest luxury goods mall, Century Mall, whether it was the main store or the branches, all displayed a sign outside.

Inscribed upon it was—

[Su Ruan and dogs not allowed inside]

The ordinary citizens didn’t know who Su Ruan was, but the wealthy young masters definitely did.

The Century Mall was a common destination for them, and they had never encountered such an incident before.

This news quickly spread throughout the elite circles of Shanghai City.

Of course, the Fu family was no exception.

“What have you done?” Fu Mingcheng’s face darkened, “Look at the reports, with all the rumors outside, the face of the Fu family is completely lost!”

Biting her lip with her eyes reddened, Su Ruan dared not speak.

“Dad, calm down,” seeing his wife in such a state, Fu Yihan had to intervene, “Xiao Ruan didn’t mean it.”

“Fools!” Fu Mingcheng burst out in anger, slamming the table, “Don’t you know that Century Mall is not a place to cause trouble? Kicking people out there, do you think you’re the owners?!”

Century Mall’s influence for monopolizing the luxury goods market in Shanghai City was of course no small feat.

Yet to this day, no one knew who the owner of Century Mall was.

Even the Fu family had no special privileges within Century Mall.

Fu Mingcheng laughed bitterly out of extreme anger, “Now look where that got you. It’s not about whether you can shop at Century Mall, you’ve been equated to a dog!”

Su Ruan’s tears fell all at once.

How could she have known that Century Mall would take such a small matter so seriously?

Why get entangled in wealthy family disputes?

“Get out, get out,” Fu Mingcheng waved his hand impatiently, “Don’t get in the way here.”

Su Ruan ran off crying.

“Dad,” Fu Yihan sighed, “Why squabble with your daughter-in-law? We’re all family, don’t be angry. I’m going to see Grandpa.”

Fu Mingcheng’s face finally softened, “Go ahead, spend some time talking with your grandfather.”

**

In the evening.

Elder Zhong sat at the dining table, humming a tune, browsing Weibo, waiting for his granddaughter to come over.

He also knew that Ying Zijin had completely severed ties with the Ying family, so he simply did not let Zhong Manhua come over as well.

Recently, Zhong Zhiwan had knelt for three whole days in the attic and now was afraid to speak in front of Elder Zhong.

Mu Chenzhou was also present.

Due to the things Zhong Zhiwan had said, Mu Chenzhou’s impression of Ying Zijin plummeted, leaving him completely disappointed.

Hearing that Ying Zijin was about to arrive, he stood up, very cold, “I won’t see her. There’s no need.”