The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 227: Do you know who Wen Fengmian is? [1 update]

Chapter 227: Do you know who Wen Fengmian is? [1 update]

She rarely smiled, her expression always cool and clear.

When she did smile, it was as if a spring breeze had passed by, stirring the clear waters into ripples.

The girls nearby couldn’t help but be transfixed.

Not to mention that Zhong Zhiwan and Ying Yuexuan were both revered as goddesses by the students of Verdant, but compared to the girl before them, they fell more than a little short.

But to the boys, that smile was like a death warrant.

Ying Zijin’s casually uttered words sounded incredible.

Yet he believed inexplicably that if he dared to hide anything, she would indeed dare to do just that!

In an instant, the anxiety the boy had been suppressing burst forth like a flood, and he broke down: “I’ll talk! I’ll say everything!”

Tears were coming out of his eyes from his haste: “I didn’t mean to, I just helped them lure your brother out, but as for what happened afterward, I really don’t know.”

“When I left, they were still in the KTV room of the king club, room 607! This is the room number, please, let me go, I really don’t know anything.”

“Bang!”

Ying Zijin’s hand let go.

The boy fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his expression still one of shock.

He couldn’t understand at all why Ying Zijin had come directly for him.

He had only passed on a message to Wen Tinglan on behalf of another student and had never been to their house.

Ying Zijin took out a paper to wipe her hands, her voice indifferent: “You’d better be thankful that he will be all right.”

“No, no way,” the boy finally caught his breath, only to become frightened again, “It’s just drinking and singing, right? What could go wrong?”

But as he said it, even he himself lacked confidence.

Ying Zijin didn’t look at him again; she turned around.

The students nearby subconsciously made way for her.

It was at this time that Ying Yuexuan returned with the teacher.

Teacher Xu was not there today, and the duty teacher was Teacher Deng.

Ever since Ying Zijin transferred to Class 19, Teacher Deng had also asked her to translate some English documents a few times, and they were relatively familiar with each other.

Seeing her expression, Teacher Deng was puzzled: “Zijin, what’s going on with you?”

“It’s a long story,” Ying Zijin nodded, “Teacher Deng, I have to go find my brother now, I’ll come back after I find him.”

Teacher Deng, knowing her brother was Wen Tinglan, someone Imperial Capital University was protecting, urged her, “You go quickly.”

“Hey, wait!” Ying Yuexuan hurriedly spoke up, “Sister, wait a moment, I have something to tell you, you—”

The girl suddenly turned her head.

Her phoenix eyes glittered, cold as ice.

“If I don’t come to you, don’t bother me,” she said with a faint look in her eyes, “You know what’s going on in some matters.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t want anything that you are asking for.”

Before Ying Yuexuan could finish the rest of her words, Ying Zijin had already left the classroom.

“Let’s continue writing our papers,” Teacher Deng pushed her glasses up and said nothing more, “Study committee member, and you, come out for a moment.”

The students returned to their seats.

The boy stood up shakily and followed the study committee member out.

The girl at the adjacent desk tugged at Ying Yuexuan’s sleeve, whispering, “Yuexuan, what did she mean by what she said? I don’t understand?”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Yuexuan put away her doubts and drawled, “Maybe it’s some kind of misunderstanding.”

**

Fifteen minutes later.

King club.

As soon as Ying Zijin arrived at the largest club in Shanghai City, someone called out to her: “Miss Ying!”

She turned her head and saw four young men in plain clothes waiting outside.

They were four members of the Yi Character Team.

No matter how skilled a bodyguard was, they could not compare to a member of the Yi Character Team.

Nie Yi had assigned a team to her, one that consisted of twelve people.

Half were responsible for protecting Wen Tinglan and Wen Fengmian, and the other half for other matters.

Because it wasn’t an official mission, they were not wearing uniforms.

“Miss Ying, Young Master Tinglan is upstairs, and there are two other brothers at the entrance,” one of the young men said. “We’re watching, you can rest assured, no one will touch him.”

Ying Zijin’s eyes half-closed for a moment, and after two seconds, she slowly opened them: “No, he’s not there anymore.”

All four members were startled.

Before they could react, the girl had already gone inside.

They didn’t have time to ask questions and quickly followed.

The elevator went straight to the sixth floor, and the group arrived in front of private room 607, where they met up with two other members of the Yi Character Team.

“Miss Ying,” the two young men were crouched by the wall, but hurriedly stood up when they saw the girl, “the party inside hasn’t ended yet.”

“Just a moment,” Ying Zijin’s hand was on the door, ready to go in.

A few attendants nearby saw that something was amiss and immediately stepped forward to stop her, “Miss, this is a private room, you have no right to enter.”

They warned again, “If you force your way in, we will have to call the police.”

Ying Zijin didn’t move, her hand gripping the doorknob.

With a “click,” the electronic lock was directly shattered by her inner strength.

She lifted her foot and kicked the door open.

Inside the private room, several young masters were hugging their female companions, drinking and belting out songs.

Their merriment abruptly halted, and they were displeased.

But after they looked up, the young masters’ gazes were fixated.

“Hey,” one of them stood up, staggering towards her, lifting his hand, about to touch the girl’s face, “When did King’s Club begin offering such fine… Ah—!”

A pig-slaughtering scream rang out as the hand he extended was directly snapped.

The young man following behind her took out an ID, his voice icy, “Move aside, Yi Character Team on official duty.”

The young masters’ drunkenness instantly sobered up, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

They were from medium-sized families in Shanghai City, far inferior to the Four Major Noble Families, and naturally, they had never heard of the Yi Character Team.

But at least they recognized one of the seals on the ID.

Directly under Imperial Capital!

The young masters hadn’t recovered from the shock when they saw the girl step forward, as if knowing something, and directly pressed a protrusion on the sofa.

With a “squeak,” the wall behind moved, revealing a passageway.

All six Yi Character Team members were startled, finally realizing something big was up.

Ying Zijin paid no attention to the young masters’ astonishment and asked, “Who is the girl that left through here?”

“It’s… it’s Miss Fang, Fang Ruotong,” one of the young masters swallowed, struggling to articulate, “We’re just following orders, the rest we have no clue about.”

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The question was, how did this girl know?!

“It’s been four hours,” said Ying Zijin indifferently, “you’ve been here since one in the afternoon. It seems as soon as Xiao Lan arrived, they left.”

She bent down slightly, pointing at the passage, “They wouldn’t have left this way or gone through the back door.”

The six members of the Yi Character Team immediately understood.

They had been guarding the front and back doors of King’s Club and the entrance to this private room, but the opponents had completely avoided these three places when they acted.

A normal club with such mechanisms?

That was simply not allowed.

“Sorry, Miss Ying,” all six members felt ashamed, “We are willing to accept our punishment, and we will immediately report this to headquarters.”

“It’s not your fault; you’re new to Shanghai City and didn’t know about this hidden mechanism,” Ying Zijin turned, “Arrange a helicopter for me now, we are going to Ningchuan immediately.”

**

Ningchuan.

The Fang Family.

Ningchuan is a city between Shanghai City and Imperial Capital; although not an international metropolis, it is still a first-tier city.

And the Fang Family is the leading family in Ningchuan.

In terms of overall strength, it is no less than the Zhong and Ying families.

“Madam Yuan, my wife and I need to thank you,” Fang Zhicheng poured a cup of tea, “If it weren’t for your help, we wouldn’t have been able to bring her over so quickly.”

Lady Zhong, surnamed Yuan.

“Patriarch Fang, you’re too kind,” Lady Zhong took a sip of tea, smiling slightly, “It is my honor to be of assistance to your family.”

Hearing this, Fang Zhicheng smiled as well: “I hear Madam Yuan has left the Zhong Family; in my opinion, the Zhong Family really lacks foresight. Why not stay with the Fang Family instead?”

Harsh and decisive.

Their Fang Family needed such a person.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lady Zhong declined the offer with dignity, “We had an agreement, I help you draw the person out, and you help me deal with the Zhong Family.”

She truly hadn’t expected Zhong Haiyan to be so heartless, disregarding twenty years of marriage and insisting on divorce.

Since she was the one at fault, she left with nothing.

Her maternal family was no major clan, she was accustomed to luxury and couldn’t adapt to a different lifestyle.

“Of course, of course,” Fang Zhicheng laughed like a crafty old fox, “However, I wonder if Madam Yuan is aware of who Wen Fengmian is?”