"…"
"…"
"…"
Sometimes, the most frightening thing was silence.
Fu Yunshen retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.
He shifted his gaze and looked ahead again.
There was no one in the garage, and the lights were dim.
"Yaoyao, there's a mosquito on your face." Fu Yunshen looked calm, and his tone was still as lazy as usual. "I've chased it away for you."
Ying Zijin did not say anything.
She reached out and adjusted her collar.
Then she turned her head and looked at the rearview mirror.
Obviously, there were traces of being poked on the right side of her face.
And there were a few pokes.
Her face was slightly red.
Even if she was asleep, she knew what had happened.
Ying Zijin paused for a moment. "I'm in a good mood today."
Fu Yunshen looked at her. "Mm?"
"Just —" Ying Zijin turned her head. "I'll give you a little more pinch."
She had an attitude that said, "Just pinch, don't pretend. Be more generous."
"No." Fu Yunshen put his fist to his lips and coughed. "I'm afraid that I'll become a beast later."
He had never done such a thing before.
He couldn't help it. The kid was too obedient when she was asleep.
He really couldn't control himself.
Ying Zijin unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. Her voice was clear and calm. "No, you can't change."
Fu Yunshen looked at her. "?"
"I'll hit you."
"…"
He needed to take back his thoughts just now.
Fu Yunshen leaned against the driver's seat and smiled. "You couldn't bear to hit me at first, but now that we've known each other for a long time, you can bear to hit me?"
"Don't worry." Ying Zijin supported her head with her hand, and there was a smile at the corners of her eyes. "I don't hit people in the face."
"…"
Fine, the kid was obsessed with looks.
It seemed that he had to protect his face first before doing anything in the future.
Maybe the kid would be soft-hearted and not hit him?
The two of them got out of the car.
There were a lot of people on the weekend, and there was a discount today. There was already a long queue in the luxury stores of the Century Mall.
Fu Yunshen glanced at her and said lazily, "Yaoyao, let's go upstairs."
The Century Mall had a total of 17 floors, and the top floor was only open to platinum members.
After spending 10 million in the Century Mall, one would get a platinum card.
Fu Yunshen handed over a black-gold card.
The receptionist had never seen such a card before, but it was impossible for her not to recognize Fu Yunshen.
She hurriedly went up to them. "Seventh Young Master, Miss, welcome."
Fu Yunshen nodded and turned around. "Yaoyao, see if there's anything you like."
Ying Zijin didn't stand on ceremony with him. She started from the first display rack.
The receptionist asked again, "Seventh Young Master, do you need anything to drink?"
Fu Yunshen shook his head and sat on the sofa in the living room to wait.
He was simply sitting there, but no one could ignore his presence.
Ten minutes later, Ying Zijin came back with a piece of clothing.
She seemed to think for a while before saying, "I think this one is pretty good."
Fu Yunshen raised his hand, loosened his collar, and looked over.
Then he saw a black robe that looked like an Arabian robe. "…"
Yes.
His kid didn't have good taste.
She didn't know how to dress up.
Although the kid could wear a haute couture school uniform.
Fu Yunshen deeply felt that it was quite tiring to raise his kid.
But his sense of achievement also increased correspondingly.
"Miss, this isn't suitable for someone your age. It's a little old-fashioned." The receptionist smiled. "You should wear something younger and more energetic. We just got some haute couture from Continent O. Why don't you …"
"No need." Fu Yunshen stood up. "Take it all and send it here."
He gave her an address.
The receptionist was startled, but she didn't find it strange. She hurried down to prepare.
Ying Zijin was silent for a while. Then she raised her eyebrows. "Are you mocking me for not knowing how to choose clothes?"
Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and said seriously, "No, I'm not."
This time, he raised his hand and pinched her face openly. "Kid, you can't lack clothes at your age."
Ying Zijin removed his hand. "You pinched me three times."
After swiping the card, the receptionist walked them out.
When they came back, they ran into the manager in charge of the 17th floor.
The manager took a look. "Was that the Seventh Young Master of the Fu Family?"
"Yes." The receptionist was envious. "He bought clothes that cost more than ten million yuan. No wonder he's one of the four wealthy families."
"It's useless. His money is all given by Master Fu. He is just a playboy who has nothing to do. He is only good at coaxing women." The manager sneered. "You don't know, but his fiancée would rather climb into his brother's bed than get engaged with him."
The receptionist was startled. "Manager, what are you talking about?"
"Two years ago, Master Fu arranged a marriage for him. They can get married when he comes back from the O Land." The manager said, "But when the other party found out about it, she went to the Eldest Young Master of the Fu Family. Tsk …"
He reminded her again. "So you don't have to be so respectful to him. Everyone in Hu City says that when Master Fu leaves, the Seventh Young Master will lose his power."
Having said that, the manager left in a hurry and went to the next store.
The receptionist hesitated for a while and said nothing.
The card that Fu Yunshen gave her seemed to be the only one in the entire Century Square.
**
At the Zhong Family's house.
The servants were busy in the kitchen.
Mrs. Zhong glanced at Old Mr. Zhong, who was reading the newspaper. She stood up and asked Zhong Zhiwan to follow her to the balcony.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and followed her.
Mrs. Zhong gestured for her to close the glass door and said with a frown, "Why did I hear that you didn't even get the first prize in the art festival competition?"
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed. "Mom, I didn't …"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Excuses are just shirking your responsibility." Mrs. Zhong looked at her condescendingly. "I'm very disappointed. I asked your grandfather to invite so many teachers for you, but you didn't even get the first prize in an art festival."
Zhong Zhiwan bit her lips.
Mrs. Zhong asked again, "What events did you take part in?"
"Calligraphy, Chinese Painting, and oil painting." Zhong Zhiwan moved her lips. "Mom, I wasn't serious. I just wanted to have fun."
"You want to be serious about an art festival?" Mrs. Zhong frowned again. "Forget it. Qing Zhi's art class is one of the best in the country. It's normal that you can't beat them."
Zhong Zhiwan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhong didn't pay attention to these things, so she didn't know that Ying Zijin had won the first prize.
Mrs. Zhong wasn't the only one who didn't pay attention. The other wealthy families didn't have the time either.
"By the way, your grandfather called that adopted daughter of Family Ying back again," Mrs. Zhong suddenly said. "Don't lower yourself to her level. You should coax your grandfather."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded. "Mom, I know."
Not long after the mother and daughter returned to the dining table, the door opened.
"Zijin is here." Old Mr. Zhong was very happy. "Sit down. Dinner will be served soon. Don't worry and eat. Your mother won't be here today, so it won't affect your mood."
Ying Zijin nodded and sat down beside him. "Grandpa."
Mrs. Zhong frowned when she heard this.
Wasn't Old Mr. Zhong too muddle-headed these days?
First, he used the company's Weibo to support an adopted daughter. Then, he made Zhong Zhiwan apologize.
Now, even her biological daughter, Zhong Manhua, was not as important as this adopted daughter.
Mrs. Zhong lost her appetite when she saw the girl.
But as Old Mr. Zhong's daughter-in-law, she couldn't say anything.
Zhong Zhiwan felt very guilty because of the art festival a few days ago, so he didn't dare to look up.
Ying Zijin ignored them and chatted with Old Mr. Zhong.
Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan were in a bad mood after the meal. Old Mr. Zhong ate three more bowls of rice and had to exercise.
Mrs. Zhong saw Old Mr. Zhong going to the balcony for a walk and finally found an opportunity.
She stopped the girl and didn't let her go.
"I don't know what Manhua's attitude towards you is, but I want to make my stand clear." Mrs. Zhong's voice was faint, but her gaze was extremely sharp. "It's better not to covet things that you shouldn't covet."
She emphasized and warned, "You don't have that luck."
Old Mr. Zhong doted on this adopted daughter so much. Who knew if he would give her the shares of the Zhong Group?
She definitely couldn't tolerate this kind of thing.
"That's all I have to say." Mrs. Zhong's gaze was cold. "I hope you are a smart person and know what you should and shouldn't do. Do you understand?"
As soon as she said this, Old Mr. Zhong came over, humming a tune.
Mrs. Zhong tensed up and went up to him. "Old Master."
"Why are you standing there?" Old Mr. Zhong frowned. "Aren't you going to accompany Wanwan?"
"Wanwan is in a bad mood and won't tell me, so I want to ask her if something happened at school." Mrs. Zhong smiled. "I'll go now. Old Master, you should take care of yourself."
Old Mr. Zhong waved his hand. Obviously, he didn't want to keep her.
Mrs. Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Old Mr. Zhong didn't hear it.
She turned around and prepared to go upstairs.
A cold voice rang out.
"Mrs. Zhong, before you teach others a lesson, please take care of your own daughter."
Mrs. Zhong stopped in her tracks and turned around. Her expression was cold. "What do you mean?"
How could an adopted daughter be compared to the eldest daughter of the Zhong family?
She had indeed been spoiled by Old Mr. Zhong to the point that she didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Ying Zijin tossed the phone in her hand and pressed a button.
A conversation sounded at the quiet staircase.
It was very clear.
It was a recording of the conversation between Zhong Zhiwan and Wei Hou.
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