The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 147: 143 It’s just one of Boss Ying’s alts [3 updates]

He pulled out the documents from the file bag, and upon glancing at them, his expression changed instantly.

He Xun jerked his head up, somewhat in disbelief, “The principal?!”

“Teacher He, I know you graduated from Norton University and your scholarship is indeed extensive,” the principal nodded, “Verdant initially hired you for these reasons, but the incidents that occurred these days proved that you—”

He paused, then said in a euphemistic tone, “still need more experience in society.”

Between the lines, the message was clear: You’re not fit for the role of a teacher.

He Xun had never anticipated Verdant’s disciplinary action would be dismissal.

Because of his alma mater, he always felt a sense of superiority.

At least he could go to Norton University, a place many people can’t even dream of attending.

“Teacher He, Verdant places students at its core,” the principal continued, “In my opinion, the psychological well-being of our students is far more important than their academics. Have you ever considered the irreversible consequences if one day they can’t withstand the pressure you put on those who are struggling academically?”

In fact, Ying Zijin was not the first case; before her transfer, there had already been students from regular classes who were scolded by He Xun to the point of transferring out.

The principal had been unaware that these cases were related to He Xun.

It was because of the recent public Q&A that He Xun’s reputation suffered greatly, leading to students bringing up old complaints and reporting him.

He Xun retorted coldly, “But she answered correctly.”

Without any loss.

“Teacher He, you see, this is your flaw,” the principal said coldly, “It’s fine that you graduated from Norton University, but the way you differentiate among students is not something Verdant will tolerate.”

Upon hearing this, He Xun knew there was absolutely no chance of reversing the situation.

“Principal, I can accept the dismissal,” He Xun had no choice but to lower his stance, “but please let me continue to follow up with the Norton University interviews as my apology.”

There was something Verdant Middle School had never been aware of.

It wasn’t that Verdant couldn’t do without him; rather, he couldn’t do without Verdant.

Without Verdant, he wouldn’t be able to complete his assessment.

If Norton University truly revoked his enrollment,

“Oh, there are only a few days left anyway,” the principal nodded, “then, Teacher He, please leave Verdant as soon as the interviews at Norton University are over.”

With the situation having reached this point, He Xun couldn’t stay any longer and left with the documents in hand.

Just as he opened the door, the principal’s voice came from behind, “By the way, since Mr. He is no longer a teacher at Verdant, please also move out of the apartment provided by the school as soon as possible.”

**

Class 19.

Jiang Ran had been covering his head with his school uniform, trying to sleep due to the recent upheaval of inner strength in his body.

But the incessant noise around his ears was so annoying that he kicked the desk.

After lifting his head, Jiang Ran saw a crowd of people surrounding both the front and back doors of the class, with a few underlings blocking the doorway, not letting those students in.

Suppressing his irritation, Jiang Ran asked, “What are they doing? Gathering for a market?”

He preferred quiet, which is why Class 19 was located at the end of the corridor.

Also, since both the male and female school tyrants of Verdant were in Class 19, other students tended to avoid them.

Since when did so many people show up?

“Oh,” Xiu Yu was looking in a small mirror while applying the new lipstick Ying Zijin had given her, “still don’t get it? Worship God Ying.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

Now he was out of temper and turned toward the girl, clearing his throat, “Well then, Daddy Ying, can I borrow some earplugs?”

Ying Zijin gave him a look and fished out a box of unused earplugs from her bag and threw them over.

Just when Jiang Ran was about to close his eyes and continue sleeping, his underlings rushed in excitedly with several boxes, putting them on the ground, “Boss Ying, here.”

“What’s this?” Jiang Ran looked down and saw a pile of pink and blue envelopes, “…”

He was all too familiar with such objects.

“Love letters,” the underling boasted, “To prevent them from disturbing Brother Ran’s rest, we specifically asked them to leave their love letters outside the door.”

Jiang Ran immediately plugged his ears and buried his head to sleep deeply.

“These two boxes, several hundred letters, right?” Xiu Yu picked up one, “Boss Ying, impressive. I get at most dozens at a time.”

Putting down the book she was holding, Ying Zijin reflected, “Are these love letters because I did well on the test?”

After pondering for a moment, Xiu Yu replied, “Seems like it.”

Ying Zijin just hummed in acknowledgment and went back to reading, “No taste.”

“Boss Ying, this is a good thing,” Xiu Yu was taken aback, “It means they’re looking beyond appearances, at the person inside.”

“Then that’s not possible, I look at faces.”

“…”

What a reason for rejection.

The underling scratched his head and then carted the boxes away again.

“Daddy Ying, what did the professor from Imperial University say the other day?” Xiu Yu was curious, “Did he recruit you through special means?”

“No,” Ying Zijin was reading a book on Celtic Mythology, “He wanted me to be his grunt worker.”

Xiu Yu: “???”

She probably didn’t understand Boss Ying’s way of thinking.

“Daddy Ying, if you don’t want to go to school after graduation, just come with me to the capital,” Xiu Yu said earnestly, “I can still afford to look after you.”

“The capital…” Ying Zijin paused, “We’ll talk about it later.”

**

On Wednesday morning, Fu Yichen was finally released back to the Fu Family’s house.

He was dumped right at the entrance of the Fu Family’s old mansion, hands and feet tied, with a cloth gag in his mouth.

Fu Yichen could only make muffled noises, and if it weren’t for the gardener coming out to water the plants by chance, he might have had to lie in the bushes for a day and a night.

Old Master Fu had recently been sent back to the First Hospital, and Fu Mingcheng had gone to the company, leaving only Madam Fu and a few other sisters-in-law at home.

When Madam Fu saw Fu Yichen, she was stunned, “Yichen, how did you…”

“Mom…” Fu Yichen dared not cry, as it would cause his wounds to hurt.

His face was swollen, and several teeth had been knocked out, making him stammer as he spoke, “Mom, you, you must take my side. Fu Yunshen has gone too far. He beat me into this state, clearly not placing you and Dad in his eyes.”

The other sisters-in-law looked over when they heard this.

One of them, with a tone half skeptical and half mocking, said, “Big sister, did I hear that right, did he say it was the Seventh Young Master?”

Who in Shanghai City doesn’t know what kind of person Fu Yunshen is?

Profligate, flirtatious, idle.

He, daring to hit his own older brother?

Unless he wanted to be kicked out of the Fu Family.

“He’s just kidding,” Madam Fu’s face turned somewhat pale, “You all chat first; I need to take him upstairs to apply medicine.”

Fu Yichen couldn’t move easily on his own, so Madam Fu had to let two servants carry him upstairs.

Once they entered the bedroom, Madam Fu was overwhelmed with distress, “Yichen, how did you get like this?”

“Mom, didn’t I tell you?” Fu Yichen was so angry that he wanted to jump up, “I was beaten by your precious youngest.”

“Yichen, now it’s just the two of us, can you stop speaking nonsense?” Madam Fu took out an iodine stick, shaking her head, “What exactly happened?”

“Mom, it’s true.” Seeing Madam Fu didn’t believe him, Fu Yichen got anxious, “I saw it with my own eyes, those who took away Grandpa were also Fu Yunshen’s men, he locked me up for seven days and nights, only gave me water, I was close to death.”

A person can survive about a week on just water, and it seemed that Fu Yunshen had calculated this time before throwing him back to the Fu Family.

“Didn’t give you food to eat?” Madam Fu was startled, “I’ll have the kitchen prepare some liquid food for you, you better lie down and rest first.”

This time, Fu Yichen cried out of frustration, “Mom, it really was Fu Yunshen, believe me, he’s probably just waiting to take revenge on us, really!”

“Enough, stop talking.” Madam Fu scolded, “Don’t say such things in the future. If I hear it again, you’ll be made to kneel in the ancestral hall.”

**

There weren’t many days left until the concert, yet Ying Luwei was in a good mood.

She had a plan after all, and even if she couldn’t play Vera Hall’s “Sun and Moon,” her persona wouldn’t collapse.

After all, without the complete music sheet, even some top-level pianists wouldn’t be able to play it.

Now, the most important thing was how she could get Ying Zijin to agree to come to her concert.

Just as Ying Luwei was racking her brain for a solution, the door was pushed open.

It was her agent.

“Luwei, great news,” the agent was excited, “There’s an offer that’s come your way, asking you to play a role in their film, but it requires an audition.”

Upon hearing this, Ying Luwei laughed, filled with scorn, “Which company is so foolish as to let me act in a movie? I am not one of those entertainers.”

She belonged to the music world, and she marketed her image to the entertainment circle only to attract more fans to worship her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She was Shanghai City’s number one socialite, how could she be like those movie stars?

“Of course it’s not an ordinary role, otherwise would I have bothered you?” the agent spoke quickly, “This time it’s a collaboration between Chuguang Media and Universal Film Company, a film about the music history of Oceania from the 17th to 18th century.”

“The role they’re asking you to play is Vera Hall!”

They wanted a young lady of a younger generation, both graceful and skilled in piano, and who also had a tremendous online presence.

Besides Ying Luwei, the agent couldn’t think of anyone else fit for the role.

Unless Vera Hall herself was still alive,

Ying Luwei was taken aback, “Really?”

If she could star in this film, she could fully break into the international music scene and interact with true top-level musicians.

Before the agent could answer again, his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, becoming even more excited.

“It’s a call from Chuguang Media; it must be about this matter,” the agent answered, “Hello, good day, I am Miss Luwei’s agent.”