The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 262 - : 252 The big boss is always very mysterious, Madam Mu’s face has turned green [3 more updates]

Chapter 262: 252 The big boss is always very mysterious, Madam Mu’s face has turned green [3 more updates]

“How is it?”

Mu Weifeng didn’t answer.

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Madam Mu wasn’t in a hurry either, she poured a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

For Mu Weifeng, his health was the most important thing.

Especially since he had a younger sister, Mu Yuxi, to look after.

The Mu family’s earliest history could be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, over a thousand years ago, and there had only been two female family heads.

Although Mu Yuxi was also excellent, Madam Mu didn’t really take her into consideration.

She believed that Mu Yuxi would be married off one day.

After getting married, no matter how capable she was, she would only be a housewife, just like herself.

But after waiting five minutes, Madam Mu still didn’t get an answer from Mu Weifeng.

She grew impatient and set down her teacup heavily, “Weifeng, you’re not still considering it, are you?”

“I’m not considering it.” After finishing the last character, Mu Weifeng put down his brush and spoke lightly, “I disagree.”

“Disagree?” Madam Mu was slightly startled, and her face grew dark immediately, “Aren’t you competing for the heir to get treatment from the Meng Family? Why would you disagree?”

Mu Weifeng coughed a few times and chuckled, “A person can die, but they can’t lose their pride. Aunty, you might have lost your dignity, but it doesn’t mean everyone else is like you.”

That single sentence turned Madam Mu’s face ashen.

She breathed heavily, laughed coldly, and said, “When one is about to die, what use is there for pride? Fine, if you disagree, then I’ll see if you can last until the day the assessment ends.”

Madam Mu didn’t want to stay a second longer and got up to leave.

After she had taken just one step, Mu Weifeng stopped her.

Madam Mu halted but didn’t turn around, “What, have you thought it through?”

“You’ve used this tea set, so I won’t be using it.” Mu Weifeng picked up a new sheet of Xuan Paper, his tone mild, “Please take it with you, Aunty.”

Madam Mu turned around sharply, visibly angered.

She walked back, picked up the tea set from the stone table, and hurriedly left.

**

ISC training camp.

After lunch at noon.

Teng Yunmeng was lying on the couch belching contentedly.

A few seconds later, she suddenly sat up, very serious, “I’ve been thinking, Zijin, you were too impulsive earlier. Xiu Yan is the daughter of the Xiu Family, you know the Xiu Family, right?”

“I know.” Ying Zijin was looking at her phone, “A major wealthy family in the Imperial Capital.”

“Exactly,” Teng Yunmeng sighed, “She’s clearly the type of lady who has hundreds of servants at home, we really can’t compare.”

Ying Zijin didn’t look up, deep in thought, “Would a wealthy family like the Xiu’s allow their darling daughter to enter the entertainment industry?”

“That I don’t know, but with Xiu Yan being so favored, whatever she wants, the Xiu Family would probably agree, right?” Teng Yunmeng shrugged after a moment’s thought, “I suppose Xiu Yan is just playing around. If she can’t make it in the entertainment industry, she can still go back and inherit a fortune. Such a life winner.”

Ying Zijin replied indifferently, “Not necessarily.”

Teng Yunmeng didn’t understand what she meant by “not necessarily.” She was an optimist, “We just need to keep our distance from her, anyway. Her fans are pretty crazy too. Luckily they weren’t there earlier, or we would have been torn apart by them.”

“With Xiu Yan here, our group is complete.” Teng Yunmeng stretched lazily, “We start training tomorrow. Zijin, do you want to go out with me in the afternoon?”

Ying Zijin turned off her phone, “I have something to do this afternoon; we can go out in the evening.”

“What is it?”

“Meeting someone.”

Teng Yunmeng scratched her head.

She always felt that their group’s beauty was quite mysterious.

**

At two o’clock, Mu Heqing was already sitting in a teahouse located in the Imperial Capital Center.

There had been no major wars since the late twentieth century, and Mu Heqing, having retired long ago, was known by face only to the older generation familiar with him and the high ranks of major clans; nearly no one else.

So he didn’t ask for a private room, sitting quite openly outside as he waited.

Other customers did notice this spirited, imposing elderly man, but only gave him a brief glance and didn’t pay much attention.

Mu Cheng was by his side. He glanced at his watch, “Elder, you’ve arrived too early. Miss Ying said she would only come at three.”

“That’s alright.” Mu Heqing didn’t mind and poured himself a cup of tea, “It’s nice to drink more tea.”

Mu Cheng sighed.

He thought it was because Miss Ying had come to the Imperial Capital Center that Mu Heqing was so happy he lost his senses.

But Mu Heqing didn’t have to wait too long, fifteen minutes later, outside the tea house, a car stopped.

Mu Cheng hurried to his feet and went out to greet them.

A minute later, he returned with two people following him.

“Here, take a seat,” Mu Heqing glanced at Fu Yunshen with an apparent displeasure, “I told Zijin before, if she ever came to the Imperial Capital, she’d better not bring you along.”

“I’m not with her,” Fu Yunshen pulled out a chair, let the girl sit first, then he took his seat, “I just happened to have some business, thought I’d drop by on the way.”

“Enough,” Mu Heqing snorted, “You weren’t exactly lacking in business before, but I never saw you come here in person.”

Fu Yunshen’s hand paused, and he raised an eyebrow, “Elder Mu, are you really not afraid of shortening your life?”

Hearing this, Mu Heqing was quite composed this time, “No worries, you have another skill, you can infuriate the dead back to life.”

Mu Cheng: “…”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Daring to speak to Mu Heqing like this, aside from Miss Ying, he had now met another.

In fact, Mu Cheng wasn’t very clear about what kind of relationship existed between Mu Heqing and Fu Yunshen, nor what Fu Yunshen was doing in the Imperial Capital Center.

However, he was like a secretary, and some things didn’t need to be asked.

“Understood,” Fu Yunshen’s arm rested on the back of his chair, he slightly tilted his head and smiled, “You mean to say, a few decades from now when you pass away, I could go speak beside your tomb, and you’d come out of your coffin.”

Mu Heqing’s hand shook, nearly splashing tea on his face.

He gave Fu Yunshen a look, then turned to the girl, “Xiao Ying, I wanted to discuss some business with you, I was planning to visit Shanghai City if you weren’t coming to the Imperial Capital.”

Ying Zijin propped her head up, glancing at the several large boxes of snacks placed beside the table.

She nodded, “Elder Mu, please, speak.”

Mu Heqing pretended not to see, as if to believe his importance still outweighed the snacks.

He said, “You know, although you cured me, I am still of advanced age and a lot of things are beyond my abilities.”

“You’re not beyond your abilities,” Fu Yunshen rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his forearm, and began to prepare the tea with bare hands, “You just want to go off and enjoy yourself.”

“You cheeky brat,” Mu Heqing seethed, “Let me tell you, with your sharp tongue, you’ll never get married, just stay single for life!”

No wonder.

At the beginning of the year, during the New Year, he had introduced several matches to this brat.

Six in total, all from prominent Imperial Capital socialites.

But each one of them never followed up after the first meeting.

He had foolishly asked Mu Cheng to inquire with them.

Looking back, what was the point.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered as he put 4 grams of tea into the pot with a casual demeanor, “Funny, that suits me just fine.”

“Fine, I’ll remember that,” Mu Heqing couldn’t help but laugh angrily, “If you ever get married, I’ll make sure these words of yours are known, and I guarantee you won’t find a bride.”

As he said this, he took a document from Mu Cheng and pushed it in front of the girl, “The Mu family needs to choose a successor, and this is the assessment I’ve set up.”

“The first round of assessment is at the end of September, and I would like you, Xiao Ying, to also help me see who is more suitable.”

“This?” Ying Zijin’s gaze paused briefly, “Sorry, Elder Mu, I’d rather not get involved in the affairs of the Mu family, I’ll have to decline.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Heqing wasn’t angry, just regretful, “Honestly, if you were my daughter of the Mu family, why would I bother preparing an assessment? I’d just hand over the Mu family to you directly.”

He had expected this.

Having known Ying Zijin for so long, he knew she always hardly bothered with her own affairs.

But when it came to the people around her, she tended to be incredibly helpful.

Those who were good to her received even better treatment in return.

“Yaoyao, don’t believe him,” Fu Yunshen’s eyes crinkled with a smile, “Elder Mu said the same to me, look how much he hates me now, wishing he could dismember me.”

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, “Is that so?”

“You brat, you want to ruin my reputation, don’t you?” Mu Heqing held back, but still couldn’t resist the urge to kick him, “At least Zijin doesn’t make me angry. Look at you, can’t you behave for a day?”

He slammed the table, “Alright, come with the old man, I have something to tell you.”

Fu Yunshen wiped his hands and handed the brewed tea to the girl, “Yaoyao, I’m going to step aside with Elder Mu, you rest here for a bit.”

Ying Zijin took the cup, nodding, “Mm, you guys talk.”

Mu Cheng also knew that Mu Heqing had more important matters to discuss with Fu Yunshen and didn’t follow them.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, “Miss Ying, are you dissatisfied with Young Master Chen Zhou?”