The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 360: Heartfelt, the family of Emperor Ying’s younger brother [2 more updates]

She received a call.

Ying Zijin glanced at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar number.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to answer.

“Hello, Miss Ying.”

Upon hearing that voice, Ying Zijin knew immediately who was on the other end of the line.

The caller genuinely surprised her.

“Mr. Yu?”

Since completing Wen Tinglan’s treatment, the second-ranked hypnotist, Yu Xuesheng, had left Shanghai City.

His whereabouts were always unpredictable, and unless he disclosed them himself, no one knew where he might be.

But in reality, Yu Xuesheng was a psychologist.

He traveled around the world, treating those with psychological disorders.

People who had met him could never associate him with the second spot on the Hypnotist’s Leaderboard.

“Miss Ying, I’ve heard that you’re coming to the capital,” Yu Xuesheng’s voice was clean, reminiscent of the wind passing through clouds, elegant and pleasant, “when you do, might we meet? There’s a favor I need to ask of you.”

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment, “Sure, what is it?”

“Miss Ying knows a bit of hypnotism and should understand some psychological treatment,” Yu Xuesheng said with a slight smile, “I’ve accepted a bounty task and must go abroad, so I’d like you to look after a patient of mine.”

“She can take care of herself in daily life, but she has difficulties with social interaction, a phone call to chat with her each day will suffice.”

Ying Zijin exited the call screen, opened WeChat, and received the case report sent by Yu Xuesheng.

The report was about a twenty-year-old girl.

In the photo, however, she was dressed in men’s clothing, looking as pretty as a doll.

“Her emotional detachment is too severe, and she’s been resisting my psychological suggestions,” Yu Xuesheng said softly, “This is the first time I’ve encountered such a patient; the treatment is extremely difficult.”

Ying Zijin nodded, coming to an understanding, “Is her cross-dressing also due to psychological issues?”

“Partly,” Yu Xuesheng added, sending another document, “Her father has a serious inclination toward violence; since she was young, she witnessed her father beating her mother until she lost control of her bladder and bowels.”

“Her mother, not daring to fight back, raised her as a boy. After her younger brother was born, she was forced to do the chores four times over.”

“I gave her parents a hundred thousand to take her away from that family.”

Having read through the case report, Ying Zijin said indifferently, “Beasts.”

“They are beasts, and there’s no shortage of such beasts,” Yu Xuesheng said quietly, “It’s a shame that as a doctor, I cannot save more people.”

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped.

She recalled what Fu Yunshen had told her—

There are too many who live in darkness in this world; sometimes being able to lend a hand is enough.

Some people will never see the light until the day they die.

Yet originally, their lives should have been like fireworks, bursting forth in full splendor.

“She loves to sing, to dance, to be on the stage,” Yu Xuesheng continued, “I told her you have to live on to achieve your dreams, and that’s why she has held on until now.”

“She’s now a contestant on ‘Youth 202,’ an individual trainee, and she hopes I can return before her competition. She has a beautiful singing voice; Miss Ying can listen to her sing.”

Ying Zijin’s gaze flickered slightly.

To make it to the final stage of ‘Youth 202’ as an individual trainee indeed showed great ability.

The other contestants all had company backing.

She could consider signing her to Chuguang Media.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” Yu Xuesheng apologized, “I will compensate you for this.”

Ying Zijin was nonchalant, “No need to be polite.”

Yu Xuesheng did not ask for anything when treating Wen Tinglan either.

As a doctor, his only focus was his patients.

“Alright, Miss Ying,” Yu Xuesheng smiled lightly, “we’ll meet in the capital.”

**

Ying Zijin ended the call, and just then, Ling Mianxi came to find her.

“Yingying, I want to tell you about a word game,” Ling Mianxi said mysteriously, “send it to your close male friends and see what their reactions are.”

She handed over her phone as she spoke, and it displayed three sentences.

[I am a security guard,

want to eat Teddy Bear biscuits,

will you buy them for me?]

Ling Mianxi pointed to the first character in each sentence, “Look, it’s an acrostic, it means ‘I miss you.'”

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “This is quite interesting.”

She liked Earth as it was now, full of new and original things every day.

“Just randomly send it to someone,” Ling Mianxi propped her chin, “it’s just for fun.”

Ying Zijin opened her WeChat contacts, browsed through them, and still only sent it to Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen responded quickly.

[Kid, what flavor do you want?]

[No need to think, sister, I’ll pick you up in the evening. Teddy Bear biscuits aren’t nutritious, I’ll treat you to a big meal. Haven’t seen you all day, brother has missed you too.]

“Isn’t that too skilled?” asked Ling Mianxi, stroking her chin, “Such emotional intelligence.”

Ying Zijin put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, and said with a languid expression, “He’s always talked like that. I’m used to it.”

Ling Mianxi blinked, “But you laughed. Are you really happy?”

Ying Zijin turned her head, her expression unchanged, “No.”

“Right right right, no,” agreed Ling Mianxi, while also sending off a message to Nie Yi.

Then, holding her phone, she waited happily.

Nie Yi had been very busy lately, so his response time had slowed down.

After five minutes, Ling Mianxi received three sentences.

[Sure, where are you a security guard?]

[Why does a security guard need to eat teddy bear biscuits? Did the Ling Family kick you out?]

[Come to Yi Character Team, the salary for a security guard is too low. You’re spending millions every month, might not be able to support you.]

Ling Mianxi raised her head, smiled faintly, “He’s dead.”

Ying Zijin: “…”

**

On the other side.

Yi Character Team Headquarters.

Nie Yi looked at his phone, his brow furrowed as he hadn’t received a reply.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The person who entered was the Third Team Leader, who, noticing Nie Yi’s off mood, asked curiously, “Boss, what’s going on?”

Nie Yi had him take a look, “What does this mean? Was my reply incorrect?”

“Boss, you don’t understand, this is a jest,” explained Third Team Leader with an air of mystery, “I know how to reply.”

Nie Yi pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up, “You know?”

“Of course,” Third Team Leader said with full confidence, “Boss, I’ll send it for you. It’ll definitely satisfy them.”

Nie Yi glanced at him and decided to trust him this one time, handing over his phone.

[You’re a security guard, every day living in gloom, just eating and waiting for death at work, and still need a snack every meal. Don’t linger in the past, tomorrow you’ll still be a security guard.]

Third Team Leader sent it and handed the mobile back to Nie Yi, “Boss, just watch. This will definitely work.”

Nie Yi looked at the message Third Team Leader sent on his behalf, and his brow twitched.

He had a feeling something was off but couldn’t quite place it.

Until Ling Mianxi replied to him.

[Ding, you have lost your adorable girlfriend and can never win her back [bye]]

Nie Yi: “…”

He set down his phone and calmly looked at Third Team Leader, “Training increased by tenfold.”

Third Team Leader: “???”

He had come in beaming with joy, but left in utter sorrow.

Second Team Leader saw Third Team Leader’s face turning as green as a cucumber and asked curiously, “What’s up? Did the boss train you?”

Third Team Leader replied grievously, “Let’s not talk about it. I’m off to train.”

Second Team Leader didn’t understand, but he was happy.

Humming a tune, he went to brag to his own team members.

**

At the same time, in the Ancient medical field.

Foo Family.

After Ling Dan and Ling Shuang handed over Shi Fengyi to the Elders Council of the Foo Family, they also conveyed Ling Zhonglou’s words.

Upon hearing that Ling Zhonglou wanted their painstakingly crafted Beautifying Pills, the Second Elder puffed up his beard and glared, “Why doesn’t he just ask for my life?”

Was it easy for them to create such a pill?

He was losing his hair and beard in clumps over it, almost going bald.

Ling Dan and Ling Shuang exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.

“Give it to him,” the Great Elder sighed, “The Matriarch of the Ling Household is an ordinary person. She can’t extend her life by cultivating ancient martial arts, and that’s why Patriarch Ling has gone to great lengths to secure the Beautifying Pills for her.”

Jiang Huaping was not able to cultivate ancient martial arts, and whether in terms of physical condition or lifespan, she was far behind ancient martial artists.

An ancient martial artist’s lifespan far exceeds that of an ordinary person, with an average life expectancy of 180 years.

Some powerful ancient martial artists could even live beyond five hundred years.

This differs from Ancient Medicine and alchemy, which develop the body’s functions; it’s about achieving longevity through one’s own strength.