Chapter 389: 369 What you can’t get, the big shot does with ease [1 more update] Chapter 389: 369 What you can’t get, the big shot does with ease [1 more update] Ying Yuexuan had a suspicion deep in her heart, but she had never dared to confirm it, nor did she wish to.
Apart from sending her that MMS, this unfamiliar number had also sent her quite a few things related to the Ying Family.
Even a photo of the orphanage where she used to live had been sent.
She had been taken from the orphanage by Ying Zhenting.
Back then, she was too young to have any mories.
In fact, Ying Yuexuan had known earlier that she was not the young lady of the Ying Family.
It was back when she was in junior high, she once overheard Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua discussing this matter.
Since then, she had beco more reserved, already thinking about how to edge out Zhong Zhiwan.
If people knew she wasn’t even the young lady of the Ying Family, what would she use to compete with Zhong Zhiwan and the other true daughters of wealth?
Later, she asked Ying Zhenting, and he said that her parents had died, which made her secretly relieved.
However, upon reading the third text ssage, her spine tensed, and cold sweat trickled down layer by layer.
As expected!
“I am your biological mother, Jing Hongzhen.”
This line of text made Ying Yuexuan suddenly stand up.
Her movents were so abrupt that she knocked over the chair.
“Miss Yuexuan,” Yuan Jiacheng happened to co up at this mont, heard the noise, and knocked on the door, “Are you alright?”
“I’m, I’m fine,” Ying Yuexuan clutched her phone tightly, “I just accidentally hit the chair.”
“Alright then,” Yuan Jiacheng did not press further, his voice gentle, “If there’s anything you need, you can tell , and I’ll help.”
His footsteps faded as he walked away.
It took a good while for Ying Yuexuan to recover.
She imdiately prepared to delete these three text ssages and block this number; she was not going to et Jing Hongzhen.
She was the young lady of the Ying Family, and her mother was Zhong Manhua.
But it was as if the other party knew exactly what she was thinking.
Her phone chirped twice more at that mont.
“You not seeing does not change that I am your mother.”
“You must believe, in this world, only I will fully stand by your side, help you. Aren’t you really afraid the Ying Family will take their biological daughter back?”
Ying Yuexuan stared at the words, her palms sweaty.
In the end, she made up her mind.
“Fine, I will co.”
**
Downstairs.
Father Yuan had returned at this ti, his expression sowhat unpleasant, constantly sighing.
Mong Ru saw him, imdiately got up, and approached, “What’s wrong?”
“I couldn’t get an invitation to the Nie Family’s New Year’s banquet,” Father Yuan shook his head, “It seems there’s no chance now.”
Today was February 7th, and the Nie Family’s New Year’s banquet was on New Year’s Eve, less than a week away.
All the guests’ nas had been personally drafted by Old Master Nie.
Not getting an invitation now ant they were not invited.
“That’s too bad,” Mong Ru was also disappointed, but this was within her expectations; after a mont of reflection, she said, “Old Master, let’s go with my earlier suggestion then.”
Wanting to collaborate with the Nie Family, of course, it wouldn’t work relying on Ying Yuexuan. What was needed was connections.
That’s why she had Ying Yuexuan network, so she could attend Imperial Capital University.
Then they would be able to invite professors from the computer science departnt of Imperial Capital University to assist.
Father Yuan was still sowhat reluctant but agreed, “Alright, you handle it. An engagent isn’t a marriage, it can be called off at any ti.”
Mong Ru nodded and went to contact the Ying Family.
**
Evening, hotel.
In the living room of the presidential suite.
After Nie Chao arrived, he took out a golden-edged white card and handed it to the girl, with a gesture of grand generosity, “Big shot, here.”
Ying Zijin took it, “What’s this?”
“An invitation to the New Year’s banquet.” Nie Chao flicked his hair with flair, “My old man made it clear that I must give you one.”
Ying Zijin looked at it and thought the invitation’s design was pretty good, she mused, “Is there good food?”
“Yes, of course,” Nie Chao said grandly, “We’ve invited several top chefs from ho and abroad, as well as pastry chefs.”
Ying Zijin nodded and accepted it.
The ISC training camp would last until the end of February, with a seven-day break for the New Year.
Not counting the make-up classes, Verdant would also start in March, and she’d return just in ti.
After all, she had promised the principal that she would take the college entrance examination.
Ying Zijin thought for a mont, then dug out a palm-sized box from her backpack, “For you; keep it safe and don’t let outsiders see it.”
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