The True Heiress Is an All-Powerful Bigshot - Chapter 197

Chapter 197: 189 Defending the Shortcomings, Miss Ying the Heir of Mu Family Calls the Shots [First Update]

The Mu family is a top-tier wealthy family in the imperial capital, not to mention the families in Shanghai City, other families in the imperial capital also cannot compare to the Mu family.

Also, because of Mu Heqing, there is almost no bad publicity surrounding the Mu family.

Just like the daughters and sons of the other wealthy families in his generation, Mu Chenzhou received an elite education from a young age.

He is not arrogant and does not consider himself superior just because he is a son of the Mu family.

This is very rare.

The only people Mu Chenzhou truly dislikes are those with flawed worldviews.

As it happens, Ying Zijin is one of them.

He isn’t particularly curious about Ying Zijin; it would be a waste of time to specifically look into her.

But from the way Zhong Zhiwan spoke about her, obviously she couldn’t be someone likable.

Hearing Mu Chenzhou’s words, Zhong Zhiwan quickly lowered her head, suppressing a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Lady Zhong didn’t show any particular expression and went to the kitchen to bring back several glasses of fresh juice.

“Clack,” Old Master Zhong placed his cellphone on the table and raised his head.

Mu Chenzhou simply nodded, “Excuse me.”

“That’s right, it really isn’t necessary,” Old Master Zhong glanced at Mu Chenzhou, his expression unreadable as he said indifferently, “Since you’ve said so, move out of here after the meal.”

At these words, both Zhong Zhiwan and Lady Zhong were startled.

Lady Zhong blurted out, “Grandpa!”

What status does the Mu family hold?

All four major noble families combined wouldn’t compare!

And Mu Chenzhou, he is one of the chosen successors of his generation.

There’s a very high possibility that he will take over the Mu family from Mu Heqing in the future.

Old Master Zhong’s words were like cutting off the Zhong family’s path to a good relationship with the Mu family, weren’t they?

Zhong Zhiwan’s nails dug into the palm of her hand, and she bit her lip.

She really didn’t expect that in Old Master Zhong’s eyes, Ying Zijin had become more important than the wellbeing of the Zhong family.

Risking offending the Mu family just to protect Ying Zijin.

And still claim no favorites?

“You should know, you’re an outsider, and this is my house,” Old Master Zhong ignored Lady Zhong, not getting angry, “My granddaughter’s visit has nothing to do with you. If you don’t want to see her, just leave.”

Mu Chenzhou, too, hadn’t expected Old Master Zhong to speak to him this way; he stayed in place for a moment, somewhat embarrassed.

But good upbringing dictated he recognized his fault and apologized at once, “Sorry, Grandpa, I was out of line, I apologize to you and Miss Ying.”

“Then you’d better adjust your expression,” Old Master Zhong was not appeased, “Don’t let Zijin see it.”

Mu Chenzhou became more embarrassed, but quickly adjusted his demeanor.

“Chenzhou, don’t take it to heart,” Zhong Zhiwan still decided to say something, “My grandfather protects his own, he’s good to all of us.”

“He’s quite good,” Mu Chenzhou wasn’t angry; on the contrary, he smiled, “If I could meet my grandpa just once, I’d be satisfied.”

Zhong Zhiwan was taken aback, “You’ve never met your grandfather?”

Mu Chenzhou shook his head.

Since he was born, he grew up listening to Mu Heqing’s great achievements.

He admires his grandfather a lot.

But as the direct grandson of the Mu family, he has never met Mu Heqing.

This time, coming to Shanghai City, aside from avoiding the limelight of the imperial capital, was also to see if he could chance upon his grandfather.

The doorbell rang, and Steward Zhong hurried to answer the door.

Mu Chenzhou looked over without much expression, but upon seeing who it was, his expression suddenly became stunned.

The girl was dressed in a casual short-sleeved top and denim jeans, a pair of canvas shoes on her feet, and even sported a baseball cap on her head.

It was a common outfit, but it couldn’t conceal her natural poise.

At that moment, she looked up, revealing her brows and eyes that were shaded by the cap.

Her eyes were as clear as snow, and her presence was captivating.

Mu Chenzhou was dazed for a good while before he came back to his senses.

He had seen many socialites and rich ladies in the imperial capital, but truly, none could compare to the girl before him.

Seeing the girl walk in, Old Master Zhong’s face lit up with a smile.

But the next second, his smile disappeared.

“You little rascal!” Old Master Zhong clutched his chest, glaring, “Why have you come too?!”

His granddaughter had come to see him, so why did the pig also run over?

It really was like welcoming a wolf to prey on his family’s garden!

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow and smiled lazily, “Hello, Grandpa Zhong.”

Old Master Zhong really wanted to kick him out, but in the end, he was his brother’s grandson, so he had to be satisfied with just getting the upper hand verbally.

“Not good, I’m not good at all,” Old Master Zhong gave a side-eye to the overly charming man, huffed, “Did you come this time to return the snacks you stole from your grandpa?”

“Grandpa Zhong has good eyesight,” Fu Yunshen smiled, “I brought a whole truckload, left it in your garden for you.”

“That’s more like it,” Old Master Zhong waved his hand, “Sit down, we’re about to start the meal.”

Ying Zijin sat down next to Elder Zhong, followed by Fu Yunshen in order.

After the two of them entered, no one paid attention to them except for Elder Zhong.

Zhong Zhiwan and Lady Zhong suddenly felt invisible, not to mention Mu Chenzhou.

It was as if those three were the real family.

Zhong Zhiwan gripped her chopsticks tightly, feeling suffocated inside.

She had no appetite throughout the meal, especially seeing Elder Zhong continuously helping Ying Zijin with her food.

On the other side, Fu Yunshen was busily pouring hot water for her, even picking out the green onion bits from the dishes.

Although Fu Yunshen was considered a playboy, his appearance nonetheless made him the dream lover of many socialites in Shanghai City.

What virtues or abilities does a foster daughter have to let him wait on her like this?

Finally, as soon as the meal was over, Zhong Zhiwan quickly went upstairs.

If she continued to watch, she might lose control and throw the plate at them.

Mu Chenzhou pursed his lips, the amazement Ying Zijin had brought him earlier was now overshadowed by disappointment.

He had naturally heard about Fu Yunshen during his time in Shanghai City.

Playboy, frivolous, frequenting pleasure grounds, fond of playing with women.

No wonder Ying Zijin was able to send her own aunt to prison.

It turned out to be with the help of Fu Yunshen.

Mu Chenzhou shook his head and, after courteously greeting Elder Zhong, also went upstairs.

After the meal, Elder Zhong called Ying Zijin to the study.

“Zijin, be careful with that Fu Family brat,” Elder Zhong said with heartfelt concern. “He must be harboring improper thoughts about you. What if he deceives you?”

“Grandpa, don’t worry,” Ying Zijin paused to soothe him. “Actually, he wants to take on your role, or maybe my dad’s role.”

Elder Zhong: “???”

“But for now, he seems to feel quite accomplished playing the role of an older brother.”

“…”

**

Capital City.

Mu Family.

Only Mu Cheng knew the schedule of Mu Heqing.

So every day, quite a few people would come to him for information.

“Master,” Mu Cheng frowned as he sorted through today’s visitors and then remembered another issue, “Fifth Madam sent Young Master Chen Zhou to Shanghai City, she probably saw your car there.”

“She saw it, so what?” Mu Heqing didn’t seem to care much, indifferently stating, “Her mind is all spent on petty schemes.”

Mu Cheng nodded: “She probably thinks you don’t know anything.”

The Mu family had established itself in the Capital City for so long, all thanks to Mu Heqing’s sole support.

Mu Heqing had aged, but his authority seemed to grow even stronger.

“The body weakens with age, no matter how robust, one can end up in a coffin at any time,” Mu Heqing said after writing the last character, pondering for a moment. “Mu Cheng, prepare yourself, I want to choose a successor.”

Mu Cheng was startled: “Now? But Miss Ying has treated you, and the folks from the Ancient Medical Field say that your body can hold up for another thirty years without a problem.”

Mu Heqing was seventy-five years old, already advanced in years.

Therefore, when he heard the diagnosis from the Ancient Medical Field, he was even more astonished by Ying Zijin’s medical skills.

“It seems you want to work me to death,” Mu Heqing put down his pen and sighed, “Originally, I wanted to bring Xiao Ying to the Capital City to hand over the Mu Family to her. Later, I thought about it, she has no such obligation, so I didn’t ask anymore. However—”

“The choice of the Mu Family’s successor still requires her nod of approval.”

Mu Cheng was secretly alarmed.

If the descendants of the Mu Family heard this, the family would be turned upside down.

“Therefore, in this selection of the successor, there will be no division into direct lineage or side branches. Anyone with the ability can be considered. Go and prepare for it.”

**

June 20th, three days until the release of the college entrance examination results.

The students, including those from the Elite Class, were all anxious.

In previous years, the top ten in liberal arts and sciences in Shanghai City were all students from Verdant.

Naturally, this included both the liberal arts and science top scorers.

Wen Tinglan felt relaxed while taking the exams, but during the period of waiting for the results, he was nervous.

Seeing him drop his chopsticks while eating, Wen Fengmian couldn’t help but laugh: “Yuyu, are you that worried?”

“No,” Wen Tinglan looked down, “I just want to know how much I scored on the essay.”

He had thought about it after the exam—it seemed his essay might have gone off-topic.

If it really went off-topic, he might lose dozens of points.

Which could mean missing out on the top score.

“No need to check,” Ying Zijin drank a sip of juice, “you want to know your score—I’ll tell you.”

Wen Tinglan was taken aback.

The scores hadn’t been released yet, not even the major universities had received them. How did his sister know?