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How long could that last?

The more she thought about Jiang Moyuan’s attitude towards her these past few days, the more Ying Luwei’s heart fluttered with panic.

Although she knew that the stock market fluctuations had caused the Jiang Corporation to lose a lot, she was still a bit scared.

Because she suffered from hemophilia, Old Madam Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but seeing that she was the number one socialite of Shanghai City, she had agreed to the arrangement.

So, she absolutely couldn’t afford any mishaps before she married into the Jiang Family.

This Weibo incident might not affect her status and reputation in the circle of nobles, but there would always be people gossiping.

Old Madam Ying had gotten a daughter like Ying Luwei late in life, and the entire Ying Family doted on her, placing her at the very center of their hearts, utterly unwilling for Ying Luwei to suffer the slightest grievance.

“Haven’t gotten through on the phone yet?” Old Madam Ying looked at Zhong Manhua beside her and sneered with a cold irony, “See, what did I say? You can’t domesticate the wild!”

The Ying Family didn’t care about supporting one more person, but adopting a foster daughter was simply misguided kindness.

In her opinion, just donate whatever blood and pay whatever money.

Keep it all clean and simple.

If it weren’t for the matter concerning Ying Luwei, Old Madam Ying would not have condescended to come to this little street-side milk tea shop.

Zhong Manhua was also very annoyed.

Her calls had been blocked, and even if she changed numbers, as soon as she spoke and Ying Zijin recognized her voice, she would hang up the phone and then block the number.

She had stubbornly approached Elder Zhong, hoping he would intervene, but also hit a wall.

Elder Zhong scolded her outright, accusing her of not recognizing favors and confusing kinship, where could she get the face to go to him again?

“Mom, don’t worry, don’t worry,” Ying Luwei comforted Old Madam Ying, “Xiao Jin is angry with Sister-in-law, please don’t blame Sister-in-law.”

She glanced at her watch on her wrist and smiled, “It’s five forty now, there are ten minutes left until Verdant’s school is dismissed, let’s just wait here, we’ll definitely see Xiao Jin.”

Old Madam Ying cast a cold glance at Zhong Manhua, and her expression softened slightly, “Weiwei, you’re the sensible one.”

Ying Luwei did not speak again, her gaze fixed on the school gate.

No matter what it took, she had to make Ying Zijin withdraw the lawsuit.

**

After sleeping through a self-study class, Ying Zijin had finally rested enough.

It just so happened to be time for dismissal, and students were leaving in groups.

She yawned, stood up without packing her books, just hung her backpack over her shoulder, picked up her school jacket, and walked out unhurriedly.

Next to the bulletin board on the ground floor of the teaching building, the student council was decorating the board.

Zhong Zhiwan, as the Minister of Organizational Department, was holding a folder and directing the group.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, shifted her gaze sideways, and caught a glimpse of the girl who turned out from the staircase in front of her, almost unintentionally.

Long legs, a slender waist, every curve was just perfectly lovely.

A button of her shirt had come undone, giving a carelessly chic appearance, revealing a clear collarbone, her skin soft and warm.

She was stunningly beautiful.

So much so that students of every grade kept turning their heads to look, their attention completely captured.

Zhong Zhiwan lowered her head, her eyes became focused for a moment.

The Minister of Publicity Department, a girl, looked on with envy, “Ying Zijin has really changed so much, before she always walked with her head down, no one noticed how pretty she was.”

She was so beautiful that it left people devoid of even the thought of jealousy.

Zhong Zhiwan’s demeanor remained indifferent, “Stop looking and hurry up so you can go home.”

The girl withdrew her gaze somewhat reluctantly and started gossiping, “Speaking of which, Ying Zijin has also signed up for the arts festival competition this time.”

Zhong Zhiwan frowned, “She signed up for the arts festival competition?”

“Not only did she sign up, but she also signed up for several events,” said the girl, “Aside from calligraphy and Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting, that’s just too impressive.”

“You’re thinking too much,” Zhong Zhiwan shook her head, “She’s probably short of money.”

The girl was taken aback, “Short of money?”

“She had a fight with my aunt and ran away from home,” Zhong Zhiwan said absentmindedly as she doodled on the paper, “She probably saw the generous prize money of the arts festival and wanted to give it a try.”

She certainly didn’t believe that Ying Zijin knew anything about art.

Whether it was calligraphy or Chinese painting, to achieve mastery in them, talent alone was not enough— one also needed a good teacher.

And how could someone from a small county town afford to invite renowned masters?

“I see…” the girl felt it was a pity, “I thought she signed up because she was skilled.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s eyelashes fluttered down, and after a pause, she suddenly said, “Could you give me a sign-up form for the arts festival?”

The girl was surprised, “Zhiwan, you want to sign up? Don’t you look down on these things?”

Zhong Zhiwan didn’t lack money, nor did she need to use the arts festival as a stepping stone to meet art masters.

After all, she had been exposed to these things since she was young, and the Zhong Family had hired the best teachers.

Zhong Zhiwan gave a faint smile, “It’s nothing, just for fun.”

**

When Ying Zijin arrived at the school gate, her phone chimed.

It was a message from an unknown number.

[Hello, Miss Ying, I am your psychologist. Are you available on the 20th? Let’s set a time to meet.]

The tone was very official.

And there was no signature.

Ying Zijin was about to reply with “I’m not available, thank you,” when her eyes narrowed, and suddenly a layer of white fog gathered before her.

Images of the future flickered by, then quickly vanished.

Her fingers hesitated, her eyebrows lifting as she changed her mind.

[Yes, five in the afternoon.]

The reply came back quickly.

[Okay, I will be there on time, looking forward to meeting you.]

Ying Zijin was holding her phone waiting for the traffic light, and with a slight turn of her gaze, she saw Ying Luwei charging over from across the street.

“Xiao Jin!”

The girl simply stepped aside to avoid her.

Ying Luwei stumbled a bit, nearly falling, her hand suspended in mid-air.

But she quickly recovered, a smile on her lips, concern in her tone, “Xiao Jin, where have you been these days? You didn’t even leave a word, we were all very worried about you.”

“Hmm, I understand,” Ying Zijin nodded, “worried that you would die without your living blood bank.”

The smile on Ying Luwei’s face couldn’t be maintained any longer, and her usually gentle expression fragmenting.

She never expected Ying Zijin to speak so bluntly.

Especially not when there were quite a few students waiting for the red light nearby, several of whom had overheard the conversation and were now eyeing her with strange looks.

Feeling as if a target was on her back made her extremely uncomfortable.

Ying Luwei pursed her lips, lowering her voice, “Xiao Jin, I don’t care about your grievances with me, but mother and your sister-in-law are waiting for you over there, can you please go see them?”

She had already thought it through, if Ying Zijin refused, with so many people around, she could use familial and moral obligation to press her advantage.

However, contrary to Ying Luwei’s expectation, after looking at her for a second, Ying Zijin responded with a “Sure.”

Ying Luwei’s prepared speech was choked off, and she pinched the palm of her hand, somewhat reluctantly leading the girl toward the milk tea shop.

At this time, the milk tea shop was crowded, mostly with students from Verdant.

Because of the incident on Weibo, by now there wasn’t a student at Verdant who didn’t recognize Ying Zijin, given her striking beauty that simply couldn’t be ignored.

Zhong Manhua and Old Madam Ying were sitting beside a table inside, somewhat awkward.

“Finally here? Such an attitude,” Old Madam Ying was already impatient, slapping the table hard, “We even had Weiwei personally invite you. Have you forgotten your place?”

Zhong Manhua was embarrassed, “Mother, please don’t talk about this here, if there’s something, let’s go back…”

“Let’s talk right here,” Old Madam Ying was relentless, scoffing, “The ones losing face are not us.”

This remark attracted the attention of several customers.

They all turned to look, both surprised and shocked.

Students from Verdant recognized Ying Luwei and whispered among themselves.

“Isn’t that Teacher Ying? What’s going on with her and Ying Zijin again?”

“Who knows? I heard from the Elite Class that Ying Zijin had a fight with the people from the Ying Family, ran away from home, and couldn’t even be persuaded to come back.”

“Really? Isn’t she a foster daughter? Can she really be so willful?”

Ying Luwei was trying hard to maintain the smile on her lips, but her expression conveyed, “Mother, sister-in-law is right, we should go home…”

Before she could finish speaking, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.

It clearly marked how much blood was donated each month and year, down to the milliliter.

Ying Luwei was taken aback, a sense of panic suddenly rising inside her.

“Since you wanted to see me, let’s settle this matter by the way,” Ying Zijin looked up, “Rhnull Golden Blood is priceless, I’m charging you 25,000 per 100ml.”

At the mention of Golden Blood, Ying Luwei’s mind buzzed, and she didn’t have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.

“Over the past year, you took my blood thirteen times without my consent, 200ml each time, totalling 650,000.”

“…”

The entire milk tea shop went silent in an instant.

Ying Zijin, with one hand in her pocket, spoke indifferently as if it were none of her concern, “You have three minutes, now, transfer the money.”