The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 172: 166 The truth under the disguise is revealed, Jiang Family calls off the engagement【2 updates】

“…”

The person on the other end of the phone hadn’t expected to hear this statement and fell silent for a moment.

Fu Yunshen wasn’t in a hurry; he leaned back in his chair, looking out the window.

The sunlight was intense, as if it had traversed many years.

After a long, long silence, a voice finally came from the phone.

“Theoretically, it’s possible, but the probability is close to zero,” the person on the line said. “The world is not as we see it; it truly does have supernatural aspects.”

Fu Yunshen hummed noncommittally.

The person continued, “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have alchemy and ancient medicine and martial arts. Science eventually leads to theology, and even now, we can’t unravel all the mysteries of life.”

“So—” Fu Yunshen looked thoughtfully at the forum thread that had already reached over a thousand posts, “it exists.”

“I told you, the probability is zero. No matter how supernatural, we still need to consider science.”

Fu Yunshen looked indifferent, his mouse scrolling, refreshing the thread, and dragging down to the latest post.

[1241st Floor]: Can’t blame the original poster for thinking this. The music sheet for ‘Song of Jade Ice Cui’ might as well not exist. How would anyone know if they’re not Vera Hall herself?

Fu Yunshen’s eyes flickered slightly.

Indeed.

He had been pondering this ever since he heard Ying Zijin play ‘Holy War’.

But conjecture needed evidence; mere speculation was useless.

And such things couldn’t just be asked directly from the person concerned.

Fu Yunshen mused for a moment, preparing to post.

At that moment, another new post appeared.

This post was automatically highlighted in red, just without being pinned to the top.

Any user with an account level of SS or above had this privilege.

[@OnlyLoveMoney: Disperse, disperse, all this talk of rising from the dead is so nonsensical. You say there’s no music sheet? Sorry, but we just sold the music sheet not too long ago, and there were buyers from Hua Country too. If you don’t believe me, ask a few people in the forum; they bought it as well.]

Anyone who wasn’t new to the hidden forum would recognize this ID.

It was the ID of the Lorentz Family ruler.

Of course, the ruler themselves would not have posted this message.

After all, the ruler of the Lorentz Family was only interested in money, leaving everything else to their subordinates.

When an SS-Level user posted, NOK’s system would notify all other users.

The forum exploded instantly.

[1st Floor]: Holy shit, a big shot shows up.

[2nd Floor]: What? The Lorentz Family has the music sheet?

…

[77th Floor]: Is it so strange that the Lorentz Family has the music sheet? Vera Hall was a literary giant sponsored by the Lorentz Family’s ancestors.

[78th Floor]: …I forgot who told me, but the piano piece ‘Song of Jade Ice Cui’ was written by Vera Hall specifically for the Lorentz Family.

[79th Floor]: That explains it, then it’s not strange at all. We can only say that the performer from Hua Country is a genius.

…

[109th Floor]: Damn, typical Lorentz Family, even this can be turned into money?

[110th Floor]: You sold someone else’s music sheets, I’m afraid Vera will rise from the ground to hammer you to death.

The young servant who posted wiped away a secret sweat upon reading this comment.

How else to cover it up if not like this?

Otherwise, they would really be hammered to death.

The young servant logged out of the account, breathing a sigh of relief.

He had finally completed the task instructed in the letter; it was time to report back to his master.

Those people guessed quite well; it really was Vera Hall.

But such things could never truly be known to the outside world.

**

Noon.

Jiang Moyuan was still busy when he received a call from the Jiang Family Old Mansion.

It was Old Madam Jiang who had called him.

Since Old Master Jiang had passed away, Old Madam Jiang had moved into the Buddha Hall.

Devoted entirely to vegetarianism and Buddhism, she rarely saw anyone else.

This was the first time in years that Old Madam Jiang had called him.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Old Madam Jiang’s tone was not good, but she wouldn’t say anything over the phone, only that he should come over immediately.

“Tell the others I have something urgent; postpone this afternoon’s meeting,” Jiang Moyuan glanced at his wristwatch, summoned his secretary, “Be cautious with that document.”

The secretary nodded fervently, paused, then hesitantly said, “Third Master, Miss Luwei has been waiting outside for you for a long time.”

On hearing this, Jiang Moyuan halted in the act of opening the door.

The secretary bowed his head, unsure of what to say.

Yesterday’s events had been completely unexpected.

Nobody expected that a foster daughter from the countryside would rival those top pianists.

Ying Luwei instantly became a laughingstock.

Not to mention the storm on the internet that dug up everything she had ever done.

Seemingly peaceful on the surface, but with a heart full of malice.

She was simply not worthy of Jiang Moyuan.

“I know,” Jiang Moyuan said, emotionless, and walked out directly.

Ying Luwei had been sitting in the waiting area outside, crying for a long time. When she saw the man come out, she wiped away her tears and rushed over to hug him, her voice trembling with sobs, “Moyuan!”

The secretary who followed out frowned upon seeing this.

If it had been before, this would have been no issue.

But now, with Ying Luwei’s reputation so tarnished and her boasted piano skills revealed as a marketing ploy, how could she still cling to their Third Master shamelessly?

The secretary voiced his displeasure, “Miss Luwei, you—”

The rest of his words were left unsaid.

He saw Jiang Moyuan, without a hint of pity, push Ying Luwei away and pull his arm out of her embrace.

Feeling suddenly empty, Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment before looking at him incredulously, her voice shaking, “…Moyuan?”

“Our marriage has not yet taken place, it was only an engagement,” Jiang Moyuan said, his eyes lacking the usual warmth, now filled with nothing but cold indifference, “this is a public place, be mindful of that.”

Having spoken, Jiang Moyuan didn’t even glance at what expression Ying Luwei wore, as he took his suit jacket from the secretary’s hand and walked away with long strides.

The secretary escorted Jiang Moyuan to the door, then turned back and smiled apologetically at Ying Luwei, “Miss Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying Family will protect you, but the Jiang Family will not.”

The polite yet scornful tone was no different from the way he used to speak to Ying Zijin.

Ying Luwei’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, “What… what do you mean?”

The secretary didn’t speak further and had someone escort Ying Luwei out.

**

When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddha Hall, Old Madam Jiang was kneeling on the cushion with her back to him, deep in prayer.

A few minutes later, Old Madam Jiang slowly rose to her feet, “Moyuan, there is something I think you should know about.”

Jiang Moyuan’s eyebrows furrowed, “Mom, what’s wrong?”

The cold-faced Old Madam Jiang flung a letter in front of him, “This was delivered to the Buddha Hall this morning. You should take a look for yourself.”

Jiang Moyuan took it and spent a full ten minutes reading the letter’s contents.

His body tensed suddenly, feeling stiff for the first time.

How could such a thing be possible…

“The Jiang Family does not need a Matriarch of the House with such rotten morals,” Old Madam Jiang said, settling down and casually sipping her tea, “I was never pleased with her to begin with. With so many socialites in Shanghai City, couldn’t you have found someone without issues?”

As she spoke, she sighed, “But I couldn’t stand in the way of your affections. However, if you still wish to keep liking her, then—”

“I will leave this matter for you to decide, Mom,” Jiang Moyuan interrupted her, “I will listen to everything you say.”

“Very well.” Old Madam Jiang finally showed a smile, “After all, it was your father who arranged this engagement. It wouldn’t be right for you to break it off in person, so I will help you.”

Jiang Moyuan’s lips were tightly pressed.

For some reason, he felt a sudden sense of relief.

“We should visit the Ying Family another day,” Old Madam Jiang added, “Although I don’t know who sent this letter, they must know about it too.”

“This affair, the Ying Family is also a victim. Poor Xiao Xuan, to think that such a thing happened to her.”

Old Madam Jiang had seen a lot of people, but never anyone as malicious from such a young age as Ying Luwei.

Jiang Moyuan’s lips moved, but he remained silent.

He was aware of the true and false heiress of the Ying Family, and he knew that it was Ying Zijin whom Ying Luwei had sneaked out and thrown away.

That’s why he felt an inexplicable anger and regret just now.

But as the Ying Family had chosen not to publicize this issue, he saw no need to inform Old Madam Jiang.

**

In the afternoon after school, the people from class 19 went to Ying Zijin’s celebration banquet.

When they arrived at the arranged restaurant, they were all stunned.

They thought it would be a common luxury restaurant, but to their surprise, it was Han Pavilion.

The attendees of the celebration banquet, together, amounted to about eighty people, almost as many guests as Han Pavilion entertained in a month.

The excited younger brother lowered his voice, “Daddy Ying, do you have a thing going with the owner of Han Pavilion?”

Han Pavilion, not even the wealthiest families in the capital would be noticed, unless the owner himself spoke up, they wouldn’t be here without a reservation.

Ying Zijin paused for a moment, then looked thoughtfully at the man who was speaking with the waiter, and said casually, “Not that serious.”

The little brother was confused, “Huh?”

“At most a hand in it.”

“…”

The little brother scratched his head, and decided not to overthink it, “Never mind, as long as I don’t have to foot the bill today, I’m going to feast to my heart’s content.”

He swaggered into the restaurant, happily hopping about.

“Tsk, although I’m not that into food, Han Pavilion is indeed the pinnacle of the dining industry,” Xiu Yu commented, resting a hand on Ying Zijin’s shoulder, “But Daddy Ying, with your love for food, are you going to need someone who can cook in the future?”

Ying Zijin glanced at her, then brushed her hand away.

“…” Xiu Yu shifted her gaze and started browsing Weibo. As she scrolled, she suddenly shouted, “Check out Weibo! Ying Luwei! She’s in trouble again!”

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