Chapter 11: Fu Yunshen: I have kidney deficiency?

The incident with Jiang Moyuan served as a cautionary tale.

The only thing to be grateful for was that it hadn't become public knowledge, and neither Jiang Moyuan nor Ying Luwei had made a scene of it; otherwise, there was no telling how the other three great families and the smaller clans of Shanghai would have mocked them behind their backs.

Ever since the true heiress had been brought back, the Ying family had known no peace.

Zhong Manhua’s expression turned cold. "That’s true. I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. Let's have Chenzhou stay at the Zhong residence instead."

She would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen again. It would tarnish the Ying family's reputation, and she would have nowhere to hide her face.

It seemed she needed to hire a few more teachers to instruct Ying Zijin in the etiquette of the elite and the arts of tea and flower arrangement expected of a high-society lady.

Zhong Manhua began making calls to the Zhong family. "Yes, right. Chenzhou will be staying with your third brother when the time comes. Zhiwan is the same age as him; they can look after each other..."

Seeing that Zhong Manhua had changed her mind, the housekeeper finally felt relieved and went upstairs to call for the staff.

**

In the third-floor bedroom.

The girl was sleeping soundly in bed. Her sleeping posture was restless; she was curled up, wrapped in her quilt like a pufferfish.

A pair of long legs were partially exposed to the air, her skin as white as cold porcelain under the sunlight streaming through the window.

Suddenly—

*Ding-dong.*

*Ding-dong, ding-dong!*

The phone pressed beneath her pillow began to ring frantically, vibrating incessantly.

Ying Zijin pressed her head, feeling somewhat irritated.

She opened her eyes, rolled over, took out her phone, and tapped on an app called "Weibo."

It took several dozen seconds to load, and once inside, her messages were filled with red notification dots.

The girl lowered her gaze, a hint of impatience clouding her cold features.

At the very top of the Weibo homepage was a post Ying Luwei had made at 11:30, which had tagged her.

Within just a few minutes, it had been reposted thousands of times.

[@Ying Luwei V: Thank you all for your concern [heart]. I have recovered and wanted to check in to let everyone know I am safe. This time, it was also thanks to @Ying Zijin. I want to take this opportunity to say sorry to Xiao Jin. Your aunt was too careless and hurt herself, and caused you to give so much blood. If you resent me, I can understand, but I only hope that next time you won't run out in a fit of temper. Everyone was very worried.]

Ying Luwei was a famous pianist in China and was beautiful.

She also held a high status, coming from a prestigious family, and had a well-matched fiancé who doted on her.

She was the kind of winner in life that people could only envy.

Coupled with her approachable personality, she was highly popular online, with over forty million followers—even more popular than most second-tier celebrities.

After this post went out, the topic #Ying Luwei's Recovery# instantly hit the trending list and was climbing rapidly.

The comments beneath the post were filled with encouragement and comfort from fans.

[Sister, please rest well. We are waiting for your concert!]

[Our Luwei is truly kind and beautiful; even when she's injured, she's still comforting a child.]

[Luwei is such a little fairy. Every time I listen to her play the piano, I can find peace no matter how irritable I am.]

Ying Zijin had little interest in these. She scanned them briefly, intending to uninstall Weibo and go back to sleep.

But before she could exit, another series of "ding-ding-dong" sounds erupted.

It was her private messages, coming from people she didn't follow.

[Why did you run away? Luwei is so worried about you; give her some peace of mind.]

[Why blame Luwei? She is your aunt; isn't it only natural for you to donate blood?]

They were all accusations, each one more unpleasant than the last.

Ying Zijin pressed her head and, expressionless, blocked the accounts one by one and submitted them for reporting.

It wasn't that she was truly enraged by these comments, but rather that she had severe morning irritability.

She had finally managed to get some sleep, and now she couldn't even sleep peacefully.

A second later, the phone rang again, but this time it was soft, slow, and deep music.

She glanced at the name and answered.

On the other end was a man's low, slow voice, carrying a hint of a smile.

It felt as if the intoxicating scent of emerald agarwood from last night was still lingering behind her ear.

"Little one, are you awake?"

The hostility in the girl's eyes slowly faded. She pulled back the quilt and got out of bed. "Just woke up."

She didn't throw a tantrum; instead, she was quite well-behaved.

"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen raised his tone slightly. "What did you do yesterday? Your voice sounds like a newborn kitten. Did you stay up all night?"

Ying Zijin thought about it. "Not quite. I went to sleep at four."

She had simply been researching 21st-century new technology when she discovered something called "web dramas," and she had ended up watching them for three hours.

The plots were melodramatic, but they were quite entertaining.

She had found something to pass the time during her retirement.

"Eleven to one is the time for liver detoxification," Fu Yunshen said, drawing out his words. "Staying up late will make you ugly and cause hair loss."

Ying Zijin yawned, unconcerned. "I have plenty of hair. I'm naturally beautiful."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end.

"Fine, fine, fine, you are naturally beautiful," Fu Yunshen sighed. "An old man like me is different; even a little less sleep makes my back and waist ache."

The girl said slowly, "That's kidney deficiency."

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed. "I have kidney deficiency?"

Ying Zijin bit on a hair tie, lifting her free left hand to grasp her long hair. "If you don't mind, I can refine a pill to treat you."

Her original medicinal furnace was in Europe; she would have to make a new one from scratch.

He had helped her quite a bit; she might as well give him some medicine.

"Oh?" Fu Yunshen sounded intrigued. "You're so capable—besides fortune-telling, do you also know ancient medicine? Are you from the Emei Sect? You won't suddenly use the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw' on me one day, will you?"

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment. "What is the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?"

"Have you seen *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*?" he asked lazily. "It's a peerless martial art from the story."

The girl tied her hair up and put on an outer garment. "Never seen it. How powerful is it?"

"Hmm—" Fu Yunshen pondered for a moment and laughed. "It can crush a person's head with a single palm. It's more ruthless than you."

Ying Zijin's expression remained calm, without any fluctuation. "That sounds quite powerful."

"Watch fewer dramas in the future. They're all fake," Fu Yunshen said, assuming it was just her childish nature. He didn't dwell on it and added, "Don't worry about that trending topic. I'll handle it."

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow. "Trending topic?"

She pulled the phone away from her ear and reopened Weibo to check the trending list.

She had always been a fast learner.

Aside from the top trending topic, #Ying Luwei's Recovery#, there was another topic climbing steadily from the bottom, quickly reaching the top of the list.

#The Ying Family's Adopted Daughter is Ungrateful#

(End of Chapter)