Was she going to rely on Fu Yunshen, that rich playboy?
How long could it last?
Thinking of Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her these days, Ying Luwei was even more flustered.
Although she knew that the stock market turmoil had caused the Jiang Group to lose a lot of money, she was still a little afraid.
Old Madam Jiang wasn't very satisfied with her because of her hemophilia, but she still agreed on the account that she was the top socialite in Hu City.
Therefore, she couldn't let anything go wrong before she married into the Jiang family.
Although this Weibo incident wouldn't affect her status and reputation in the aristocratic circle, there would always be people gossiping.
Old Lady Ying only had Ying Luwei as a daughter when she was old. Family Ying doted on her and couldn't bear to let Ying Luwei suffer any grievances.
"You still haven't gotten through?" Old Lady Ying looked at Zhong Manhua and sneered. "See, what did I say? She's not mature enough! "
Family Ying didn't care about raising one more person, but she had to take in an adopted daughter. She was really too kind.
If it was up to her, she would give as much money as she could.
It was best to be even.
If it wasn't related to Ying Luwei, Old Lady Ying wouldn't have lowered herself to come to a street shop that sold milk tea.
Zhong Manhua was also very annoyed.
Her phone number had been blocked. Even if she tried to change her number, Ying Zijin would hang up the phone the moment she heard her voice and continue to block her.
She braced herself and went to find Old Mr. Zhong to ask him to help, but she was also rejected.
Old Mr. Zhong directly scolded her, saying that she didn't know what was good for her and couldn't distinguish between family and strangers. How could she have the face to look for him again?
"Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Luwei comforted Old Lady Ying. "Xiao Jin and Sister-in-law are angry. Don't blame Sister-in-law."
She looked at the watch on her wrist and smiled. "It's 5: 40 now. Qing Zhi will be out in ten minutes. Let's wait here. We'll definitely see Xiao Jin."
Old Lady Ying glanced at Zhong Manhua coldly and her expression softened. "Wei 'er, you're so sensible."
Ying Luwei didn't say anything else, her gaze fixed on the school gate.
No matter what, she had to make Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.
**
After sleeping for a period of self-study, Ying Zijin was rested.
It was school was over time, and the students walked out in twos and threes and threes and twos and threes.
She yawned and stood up. She didn't pick up her books. Instead, she hung her school bag on her shoulder, picked up her school uniform jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.
Next to the bulletin board below the teaching building, the Student Union members were decorating the bulletin board.
Zhong Zhiwan was the head of the Organization Department. She was holding a folder and giving orders.
Jiang Yuning tucked her hair behind her ear. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a girl coming out of the stairs.
Her slender legs, her slender waist, every curve was perfect.
One of the buttons on her shirt was unbuttoned. Her shoulder blades were exposed, and her skin was soft.
She was stunning.
The students of every grade kept looking back, and all their attention was attracted.
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head and stared.
The head of the Publicity Department was a girl. She was envious. "Ying Zijin has changed a lot. She used to walk with her head down. I didn't realize she was so beautiful."
Jiang Yuning was so beautiful that people didn't even have the thought of being jealous.
Zhong Zhiwan looked indifferent. "Stop looking. Finish your work and go home."
The girl reluctantly withdrew her gaze and started gossiping again. "By the way, Ying Zijin also signed up for this art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan furrowed his brows. "She signed up for the art festival?"
"Not only did she sign up, but she also signed up for several events," said the girl. "Besides calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting. That's amazing."
"You're overthinking it." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head. "She probably needs money."
The girl was stunned. "Money?"
"She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan drew something on a piece of paper absent-mindedly. "Maybe she saw the prize money for the art festival and wanted to give it a try."
She didn't think Ying Zijin knew anything about art.
Whether it was calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, talent wasn't enough. She also needed a good teacher.
But how could someone from a small town have the financial resources to hire a famous master?
"I see …" The girl thought it was a pity. "I thought she signed up because she knew how to."
Zhong Zhiwan lowered his eyes. After a while, he suddenly said, "Give me a copy of the art festival registration form."
The girl was surprised. "Zhiwan, you want to sign up? Didn't you look down on these things? "
Zhong Zhiwan didn't lack money, and he didn't need to use the art festival as a springboard to get in touch with masters.
After all, she had been exposed to these things since she was young. The Zhong family also hired the best teachers.
Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I'm just playing around."
**
When Ying Zijin walked to the school gate, her phone rang.
It was a message from an unknown number.
[Hello, Miss Ying. I'm your psychologist. Are you free on the 20th? Let's make an appointment to meet.]
It sounded very official.
There was no signature.
Ying Zijin was about to reply, "No time, thank you." She narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, a layer of white fog appeared in front of her eyes.
Images of the future flashed by and quickly disappeared.
Her fingers paused. She raised her eyebrows and changed her mind.
[Yes, five o 'clock in the afternoon.]
The reply came very quickly.
[Okay, I'll be there on time. I look forward to meeting you.]
Ying Zijin held her phone as she waited for a red light. Her gaze shifted slightly and she saw Ying Luwei rushing over from the opposite side of the road.
"Xiao Jin!"
The girl immediately turned sideways to avoid her.
Ying Luwei stumbled and almost fell. Her hand froze in the air.
But she quickly reacted. With a smile on her lips, she said worriedly, "Xiao Jin, where have you been these past few days? Why didn't you say anything? We were all very worried about you. "
"En, I understand." Ying Zijin nodded. "I was worried that you would die without a live blood bank."
Ying Luwei couldn't maintain her smile. Her usual gentle expression was a little shattered.
She never thought that Ying Zijin would say something so straightforward.
Especially since there were many students waiting for the red light. A few of them heard what she said and looked at her strangely.
She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice. "Xiao Jin, I don't care if you complain about me, but mom and sister-in-law are waiting for you over there. Can you go and meet them?"
She had already thought about it. If Ying Zijin refused, there were so many people around. She could totally use family ties and morals to blackmail her.
However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin looked at her for a second and said, "Okay."
Ying Luwei's words were all blocked. She clenched her fists and reluctantly led the girl to the milk tea shop.
There were many people in the milk tea shop at this time. Most of them were Qing Zhi's students.
Because of what happened on Weibo, everyone in Qing Zhi knew Ying Zijin now. After all, she was so good-looking that it was impossible to ignore her.
Zhong Manhua and Old Lady Ying sat at a table inside. They were a little restrained.
"You're finally here? You're so arrogant. " Old Lady Ying had been impatient for a long time. She slammed the table. "You even asked Wei 'er to invite you personally. Have you forgotten your identity?"
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed. "Mom, don't say it here. If you have something to say, go back …"
"Say it here." Old Lady Ying did not give up and sneered. "We're not the ones who are embarrassed."
Her voice startled many customers.
They all looked over in surprise and astonishment.
Qing Zhi's students recognized Ying Luwei and whispered.
"Isn't that Teacher Ying? What's going on between her and Ying Zijin? "
"Who knows? I heard from the Yingcai Class that Ying Zijin quarreled with the people in Family Ying and ran away from home. They can't even invite her back."
"Ah? No way. Isn't she an adopted daughter? How can she be so willful? "
Ying Luwei tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips, but on the surface, she said, "Mom, sister-in-law is right. We'd better go home …"
Before she finished speaking, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.
The number of milliliters of blood donated in a certain year and month was clearly marked on the list.
Ying Luwei was stunned, and panic suddenly surged in her heart.
"Since you want to see me, you can solve this matter by the way." Ying Zijin looked up. "Rhnull's golden blood is priceless. I'll sell it to you for twenty-five thousand for 100 milliliters."
When she heard the golden blood, Ying Luwei's brain buzzed. She did not have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.
"This year, you forced me to draw blood thirteen times without my consent. Each time, 200 milliliters, a total of six hundred and fifty thousand."
"…"
The whole milk tea shop was silent in an instant.
Ying Zijin put one hand in her pocket. Her tone was indifferent as if it had nothing to do with her. "I'll give you three minutes. Now, transfer the money."
----- Digression —
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PS: About drawing blood, this is actually a BUG in reality. It is impossible to draw blood so many times. Blood donation is usually done once every six months. It is just a show.
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