The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 161: 157 Uncovered the Truth Behind Miss Zijin’s Disappearance [2 Updates]

This was the first new post from Ying Zijin after the last lawsuit.

With only one day left until the concert, Ying Luwei’s fans were all watching this account to see if Ying Zijin would know to gracefully withdraw from the concert.

Nobody expected that not only would she not withdraw, but she could also say such things.

“Why should the ticket money go to you??? Is this concert being held for you? Or are you saying you play better than Luwei?”

“I have now seen what it means to have a thick face—this is it.”

“If you don’t go, then don’t go. Do you really think we’re begging you? Luwei, just don’t let her go.”

“I’ve decided, when the time comes, I won’t even skip over her part. I really want to see just how well she can play to be so shamelessly boastful.”

The fans also ran to Ying Luwei’s Weibo to comment, telling her not to indulge her.

But they didn’t know that this concert was actually specially prepared by Ying Luwei for Ying Zijin.

If Ying Zijin didn’t go, her entire plan would become a decoration.

She really had to beg Ying Zijin to attend.

Seeing this post, Ying Luwei was so angry that her whole body trembled, and her face turned pale: “I knew she wouldn’t behave. She even had this aim.”

The concert ticket sales, both online and offline, added up to nearly eighty million, enough for her to use for a long time.

And Ying Zijin actually wanted to take it all?

The agent, however, wasn’t angry but instead smiled: “Luwei, just give it to her. Didn’t you say that if she embarrasses herself in front of all those masters, it might be severe enough that she might commit suicide from shame?”

“Besides, with the way she’s speaking, it’s her who will be getting the backlash, and you end up looking like the victim.”

Hearing this, Ying Luwei barely calmed down: “That’s true.”

She also knew that if she really didn’t agree, Ying Zijin really wouldn’t come.

Feeling stifled, Ying Luwei quickly retweeted the post before her agent could even try to stop her.

“@Ying Luwei V: Okay, little aunt. I’m waiting for you.”

Seeing that she had already sent it, the agent swallowed back the words he was going to say, helplessly: “Luwei, you could have agreed to her privately, that way you would have room to back out.”

“No need,” Ying Luwei said dismissively, “do you really think she can play better than me?”

The agent had nothing to say.

He had been in this industry for so many years and even knew that one must be cautious and leave oneself a way out in the entertainment circle.

Ying Luwei’s recent actions had nearly cornered herself.

But then again, what would someone from a small county town know about playing the piano?

The agent could accept it, but the fans couldn’t.

“Ahhh I’m so mad, Luwei, why did you agree? Can’t you be less kind?”

“Was Luwei threatened?”

“So angry, too angry.”

This time Ying Luwei didn’t buy any trending searches, so not many netizens were following the drama.

“These brain-dead fans are making me laugh. Each one says the other doesn’t deserve it, yet you don’t realize your idol is begging them to come.”

“After my logical analysis, the situation might be like this: for some reason, Ying Luwei must have her sister come, even if it means giving away all the money she earns—there’s a plot.”

“I’m not taking sides, but I took a screenshot. I just want to see if Ying Luwei will really give away the money she gets her hands on in the end.”

**

In Class 19, Ying Zijin wasn’t looking at the Weibo comments.

The young boy, as part of the first camp enjoying the drama, naturally saw the post too, and he was a bit anxious: “Holy shit, Daddy Ying, why are you posting this? If you need money, we can give it to you.”

“It’s not that,” Ying Zijin unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, indifferently, “I don’t want to waste your money.”

She stood up and nodded: “I’m going to the piano room.”

Verdant had arts classes, and places like the piano room and studio were well-equipped.

The pianos in the piano room were top-tier brands specially shipped from abroad, each worth over a million.

After all, the quality of the piano also affects the sound quality and a whole series of other aspects.

When Ying Zijin arrived at the piano room, Fu Yunshen was already waiting for her.

He was standing to the side, his body slightly leaning forward.

His long fingers rested on the piano keys, but he didn’t press down.

But with one glance, Ying Zijin could tell, he had also practiced the piano, and it was definitely not an ordinary level of skill.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Yunshen turned his head, and his peach-blossom eyes curved upward.

At this moment, the slight fierceness around him faded away, and he was as gentle as usual.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Fu Yunshen’s brows lifted, still looking like a wastrel: “Kid, you’re already a company boss, so why are you still so fixated on money?”

Ying Zijin sat down in the piano chair next to him and casually tuned the piano: “I wouldn’t give it to her even if it were thrown in the trash.”

“Yaoyao, this is for you,” Fu Yunshen didn’t pursue the topic further, taking out something he had prepared early on, “you can use this at the concert.”

“What?”

Ying Zijin took it over for a look, and her gaze suddenly froze.

This was a music sheet of “Sun and Moon.”

Not the incomplete version circulating online, but a complete one.

She had personally written the music sheet before, so she naturally wouldn’t forget it.

“I tried adding a few notes,” Fu Yunshen leaned against the piano with a cynical smile, “There might be inaccuracies, but playing it straight through, there should be no issues.”

“You don’t have to play it when the time comes; you can take out this music sheet.”

Having stayed in O continent for so long, he naturally knew about Vera Hall, the pianist.

This time, filling in the notes wasn’t as easy as before.

If he hadn’t been born in a different era, he really would have liked to meet Vera Hall.

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped, “There’s nothing wrong.”

Not a single note was incorrect.

The music sheet that had been passed down was just missing these dozens of notes, resulting in very few pianists being able to play “Sun and Moon” continuously.

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen raised his hand to rub her head, “I’ve delivered the item; I still have matters to attend to, you practice first.”

**

O continent.

Royal Academy of Arts.

Students passing by saw the two most famous professors from their institute, pulling and tugging at each other on the path.

“Berg, are you sick?” Bart Heber, the famous pianist from O continent, was infuriated, “Why would I follow you to Hua Country? How did you agree to the invitation on my behalf?”

Ying Luwei? He hadn’t even heard of her.

To play “Sun and Moon”?

Another one trying to imitate Vera Hall, without checking if they’re even worthy.

“Hey hey hey, you’ll know once you go,” Berg was strong, pulling the luggage with one hand and dragging Bart with the other, “Old buddy, I told you about that master, she’s also going to attend the concert.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone either.

“The one who paints better than you?” Bart was curious, but he was more reluctant to move, “No way, no way. If they’re good at painting, their piano skills certainly can’t compare. It’s already great to be top-notch in one artistic field, and I don’t paint.”

“It’s not about attending the concert,” Berg insisted, not letting go, “It’s about having one more person, one more source of strength to bring the master over to our academy.”

As if he didn’t know that the Old Playful Child from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association wanted to compete with him for the person.

But this time it was different; with Bart on his side, he would have two people, outnumbering Sheng Qingtang.

By the way, he also wanted to show support for Master Ying.

**

After leaving Verdant, Fu Yunshen made a trip back to the Fu Family residence.

Fu Yichen was no longer locked in his bedroom by Madam Fu, but he was still not allowed to leave the old Fu mansion.

Upon seeing Fu Yunshen, he leaped up in anger, “Fu Yunshen, you’re doing this on purpose, you must have known that mom and dad wouldn’t believe me, that’s why you acted that way!”

These past few days, he was forced to visit various major hospitals’ neurology departments.

Madam Fu even specially connected with doctors from the imperial city to prepare for another check-up for him.

But he wasn’t sick, and his brain wasn’t damaged.

Everything he said was the truth, yet not a single person believed him.

Fu Yichen was almost driven mad by anger.

Fu Yunshen glanced sideways, smiling, “Hmm?”

Fu Yichen felt a chill shoot through him at that look, and he shrank his neck, not daring to move.

No one believed his words, and if he were to be caught by Fu Yunshen again, he might as well lose his life.

Fu Yunshen didn’t bother with him and went upstairs.

Watching the man’s retreating back, Fu Yichen’s teeth itched with hatred.

He would wait; one day, he would find evidence, and then he wanted to see how Fu Yunshen would be driven out of the Fu Family.

Upstairs.

Old Master Fu was in the study, playing chess by himself. His health was almost completely restored, and he was in high spirits.

After talking to Old Master Fu for a while, Fu Yunshen left the old Fu mansion.

Then he drove to the city’s Sports Park.

It was still that forest where a young man was waiting.

As Fu Yunshen approached, he nodded, “Speak.”

“Young Master,” the young man hesitated before speaking, “I’ve discovered the truth about Miss Zijin’s disappearance back then.”