Chapter 4: How Can I Compare to Ying Luwei?

Hearing this explanation, the clients finally realized the situation. They were very understanding and hurriedly said, "Not at all, please go ahead with your business, Third Master."

If it hadn't been for Jiang Moyuan's presence, they wouldn't have even been able to reserve a table at Han Ge.

After expressing his apologies once more, the secretary followed Jiang Moyuan out.

At this hour, there were no other guests in Han Ge, and the waiters were standing by on the side.

The manager naturally witnessed this scene. He frowned, and just as he was about to step forward to intervene, a look of surprise crossed his face. He nodded silently and stepped back.

Fu Yunshen withdrew his gaze and asked, "Want some more?"

The girl refused ruthlessly, "No."

"Be good. Not eating is bad for your health."

"I won't eat."

Nie Chao: "..."

Seventh Young Master was truly acting delirious today.

He was actually using coercion and temptation to make the little sister eat pig liver?

Seeing the resistance in the girl's eyes, Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice trailing off, "You really won't eat it?"

Ying Zijin pushed the plate away. "I don't like organs."

These pig livers were indeed special. After finishing a plate of twelve slices, she could clearly feel that her body's blood-production speed had increased significantly, even performing better than her own self-recovery effect.

But she truly could not stomach organs; this was already her limit.

"Then let's pack it up." Fu Yunshen tapped the table, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Put it in the fridge and reheat it for breakfast tomorrow."

"Pfft—" Nie Chao sprayed his drink. "Seventh Young Master, aren't you afraid the Big Boss will hit you?"

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, his voice gentle. "Little one, look how good I am to you. Could you bear to hit me?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him, her eyes seemingly misty like apricot blossoms in a light rain, as she said slowly, "Yes, I couldn't."

Fu Yunshen's peach-blossom eyes narrowed. "Hmm?"

Nie Chao was stunned.

He had misjudged her. He originally thought this little sister was reserved and introverted, but who knew she could actually counter-attack Seventh Young Master? This was incredible.

Just then, the bamboo blinds were suddenly pulled open with such force that the hanging wind chimes were dragged down, clattering all over the floor.

"Who is it? Disturbing your Grandpa Nie's..." Nie Chao turned his head, but when he saw the man in the black suit, the words got stuck in his throat, and he began to cough violently.

Holy crap, Jiang Moyuan?

What kind of twisted fate was this?

He instinctively looked toward Ying Zijin, only to see the girl holding a bowl of longan and red date soup, acting as if she hadn't seen the newcomer.

Her posture was relaxed, her arms resting casually on the table. With her eyes slightly raised, she didn't carry the air of a socialite, yet she possessed an undeniable, noble beauty, like a medieval European princess stepped out of an oil painting.

Jiang Moyuan looked down at the girl from a position of extreme superiority, his tone darkening. "You ran away from the hospital just to come here and hang out with these people?"

The sentence made Nie Chao angry, but he held back.

He didn't care, but he couldn't cause trouble for the little sister.

"Ying Zijin, I don't have time to discipline you." Jiang Moyuan glanced at his wristwatch, his tone cold to the extreme. "You aren't worth my time, and I certainly won't care whether you destroy yourself. I only want to tell you—"

He paused, his gaze flashing with the sharpness usually reserved for the business world. "Don't make Luwei worry and exhaust herself. Her health is poor. Go home now and give Luwei an explanation."

The secretary added tactfully, "We hope the Second Miss Ying has some self-awareness and doesn't pester Third Master. Third Master is very busy and has no time to play games with Miss Ying."

Did this Miss Ying think that because she shared the surname Ying, she could be compared to Miss Luwei?

She was merely an adopted daughter; how could she compare to the number one socialite of Shanghai?

The girl suddenly looked up.

A face of breathtaking beauty.

The misty haze in her phoenix eyes suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a chilling clarity that shimmered with a magnificent, pale light.

"How interesting. I even escaped all the way here, yet Uncle Jiang still chased me down just to say he wants to discipline me." Ying Zijin propped herself up on her elbows, her expression indifferent. "In the end, who is pestering whom?"

This tone was different from her usual timid admiration; it was so cold it sent a sting through the heart.

Jiang Moyuan's expression shifted.

The secretary was also somewhat stunned, almost unable to believe it.

In the past, how could the Second Miss Ying ever speak to Third Master like this?

Fu Yunshen suddenly let out a laugh.

He lifted his eyelashes slightly, glanced at the standing man, and his peach-blossom eyes curved into a deep, charming, and cynical smile. "It's not that great. Why doesn't this lady take a look at me instead?"

His tone was casual, but he was clearly being protective.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

It was true that Fu Yunshen was a playboy, but he was the most favored by Old Master Fu.

The Jiang family was powerful, but they were still a step below the Fu family.

"Jiang Moyuan, I don't care what kind of madness you're acting out today." Fu Yunshen's slender fingers tapped the table, his lips curled. "I'm eating. Don't ruin my appetite."

A waiter immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Jiang, hello. Your reserved table is over here. Please do not disturb other customers, otherwise, you will be blacklisted from Han Ge and never allowed to enter again."

Silent mockery was the most lethal.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, his jaw tightening, his expression looking grim.

Han Ge wouldn't even give face to the families of the Imperial Capital, let alone the Jiang family.

For the first time, he had to leave even if he didn't want to.

The secretary hurriedly followed him, looking dejected.

The surroundings returned to tranquility, filled with the sound of flowing water and the melodious, clear notes of a guqin.

Nie Chao felt as if he had just watched a grand drama, squirming with excitement.

Fu Yunshen glanced at him. "Possessed by a snake spirit?"

"Pah, pah, pah." Nie Chao immediately straightened his posture. "Wasn't that satisfying? Seventh Young Master, you and the Big Boss coordinate so well."

Fu Yunshen ignored him, saying lazily, "The pedestrian street, Disneyland, the aquarium—those would all be quite suitable."

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, Seventh Young Master, those are all cliché places," Nie Chao said, exasperated. "Miss Ying, let me tell you about a place. I guarantee not many people have heard of it."

He spoke mysteriously, "Do you know the location of the TV Tower?"

Ying Zijin nodded. "I do."

"There's an underground market there, it's so much fun. There's stone gambling, divination, and you can find all sorts of strange antiques." Nie Chao was animated. "Last time, someone used a few dozen yuan to find a Yuan Dynasty blue and white double-gourd pattern vase. They made a killing."

"Divination?" Ying Zijin listened intently. "How do they do it?"

"Oh, it's just playing Tarot cards. I don't believe in it anyway." Nie Chao waved his hand. "Big Boss, if you want to go play, I can take you..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted.

"Nie Chao." Fu Yunshen gave a low laugh, his tone unreadable. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Right, right, nonsense!" Nie Chao shuddered. "Everything I said was nonsense. Big Boss, please don't go."

Indeed, the underground market was quite chaotic and only opened after midnight. It was fine for young masters like them to go play, but young ladies of high standing absolutely should not.

If word got out, the little sister's reputation would suffer even more, and he would become a sinner.

Ying Zijin lowered her eyelashes and didn't ask further.

Tarot cards—she had actually forgotten she used to play them.

But did real Tarot cards still exist on Earth nowadays?