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Hearing such an explanation, a few clients finally had an epiphany. They all understood and hurriedly said, “Not at all, Third Master, please go ahead with your business.”

Without Jiang Moyuan, they wouldn’t even be able to reserve a spot at Han Pavilion.

After the secretary expressed apologies again, he followed Jiang Moyuan out.

At this time, there were no other guests inside Han Pavilion; the waiters stood by to one side.

The manager certainly saw this scene. He frowned and was about to step forward to stop them when he showed a few moments of surprise, silently nodded his head, and then stepped back.

Fu Yunshen withdrew his gaze and asked, “Will you eat some more?”

The girl mercilessly refused, “No more.”

“Be good, not eating is bad for your health.”

“I won’t eat.”

Nie Chao: “…”

The Seventh Young Master was really out of sorts today.

And he was still trying to entice and coerce the young sister into eating pig liver?

Seeing the girl’s eyes full of resistance, Fu Yunshen slightly raised his eyebrows with a drawn-out tone, “You really won’t eat it?”

Ying Zijin pushed the plate farther away, “Don’t like offal.”

Indeed, this pig liver was somewhat special, after finishing a plate of twelve slices, she clearly felt her body’s blood-forming speed increase sharply, even better than her self-healing.

But her acceptance of offal was genuinely lacking; this was her limit.

“Then let’s pack it up,” said Fu Yunshen as he tapped on the table and smirked devilishly, “Keep it in the fridge and heat it up for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Pfft—” Nie Chao sprayed out laughing, “Seventh Young Master, aren’t you afraid the big boss will hit you?”

“Hmm?” Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, his voice gentle, “Little friend, you see how nice I’ve been to you, do you have the heart to hit me?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, her eyes seemingly misted with a light apricot blossom drizzle, drawling, “Yes, I can’t bear to.”

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed, his breath shifting slightly, “Hmm?”

Nie Chao was startled.

He had misjudged her, thinking this little sister was demure and reserved, not expecting she could counterattack the Seventh Young Master so effectively. Impressive indeed.

Just then, the bamboo curtain was suddenly pulled aside. The force was so great it brought down the hanging wind chimes, which fell to the ground with a clamor.

“Who’s that? Disturbing your Grandpa Nie’s…” Nie Chao turned his head, and upon seeing the man in the black suit, his words got stuck in his throat, and he suddenly started coughing vigorously.

What the hell, Jiang Moyuan?

What kind of fate was this?

He subconsciously looked toward Ying Zijin, only to see that the girl had already picked up a bowl of longan and red date soup, as if she hadn’t noticed the newcomer at all.

Her posture was relaxed, her arms casually draped over the table, her eyes slightly uplifted, lacking the demeanor of socialites and rich lady, yet possessed an indelible nobility and beauty, like a medieval European princess stepping out of an oil painting.

Jiang Moyuan looked down on the girl with a high and mighty stance. His voice lowered, “You ran away from the hospital to come here and mingle with these people?”

The comment annoyed Nie Chao, but he held back from reacting.

It didn’t bother him, but he couldn’t cause trouble for the little sister.

“Ying Zijin, I don’t have time to discipline you,” Jiang Moyuan looked at his wristwatch, his tone as cold and detached as possible, “You’re not worth my time, and I’m certainly not going to bother whether or not you want to ruin yourself, I just want to tell you—” he paused, his gaze sharp with the intensity seen only in the business world, “Don’t make Luwei worry or exert herself, her health isn’t good. Go home now and explain yourself to Luwei.”

The secretary also added subtly, “We hope Second Miss Ying has the self-awareness not to bother the Third Master. The Third Master is very busy and has no time to engage in Miss Ying’s antics.”

Did this Miss Ying think that just because she had the same surname, she could be compared with Miss Luwei?

Just a foster daughter, what did she have to compare with Shanghai City’s top socialite?

The girl suddenly lifted her head.

A face so stunning it was startling.

The haze in her phoenix eyes dissipated in an instant and, once the mist cleared, there was a cold brilliance, tinged with a faint magnificent glow.

“It’s quite interesting. I’ve already fled here, yet Uncle Jiang still wants to chase after me to discipline me,” Ying Zijin, resting on her elbow, said with indifferent eyes. “In the end, who is bothering whom?”

The tone was different from her previous timid admiration, cold enough to make one’s heart sting.

Jiang Moyuan’s expression changed.

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

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

Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed.

His eyes slightly lifted as he glanced at the standing crowd, a charming and profound smile playing across his eyes, saying in a frivolous tone, “Not so great, kid. Why don’t you take a look at me?”

The tone was casual, but it was clearly protective.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Fu Yunshen might be a spoiled young master, but he was the most beloved by Old Master Fu.

The Jiang Family was strong, but still a notch below the Fu Family.

“Jiang Moyuan, I don’t care what madness has struck you today,” Fu Yunshen said, his long fingers lightly tapping the table, a smirk on his lips, “I’m eating. Don’t spoil my appetite.”

Immediately, a waiter came forward: “Mr. Jiang, hello, your reserved table is over there. Please do not disturb the other customers, or you will be blacklisted by Han Pavilion and will never be allowed entry again.”

The silent mockery was the most deadly.

Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips and his jaw tensed, his expression ugly.

Han Pavilion did not even grant face to the Imperial Capital’s families, let alone the Jiang Family.

It was the first time he had no choice but to leave.

The secretary hurriedly followed, looking dejected.

Quietness returned to the surroundings, the sound of flowing water murmuring, mixed with the melodious sounds of a guqin, clear and pure as jade.

Nie Chao felt as if he had witnessed a grand drama, excitedly twisting and turning.

Fu Yunshen glanced at him: “Possessed by a snake spirit?”

“Pfft, pfft, pfft,” Nie Chao immediately straightened up, “Isn’t it just that I’m elated? Seventh Young Master, your coordination with the boss was perfect.”

Fu Yunshen didn’t bother to respond, commenting lazily, “Pedestrian Street, Disney Land, the Ocean Aquarium – those are all quite suitable for kids.”

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow.

“Enough, Seventh Young Master, what you’re recommending are all common places,” Nie Chao said exasperatedly, “Miss Ying, I’ll tell you about a place that not many have heard of.”

He whispered mysteriously, “Do you know the location of the TV tower?”

Ying Zijin nodded: “I do.”

“There’s an underground market there, really fun place, with stone gambling, fortune-telling, and the chance to find all sorts of rare and odd antiques,” Nie Chao said, his expressions animated, “Someone once found a Yuan Dynasty Blue and White Double Gourd Vase for just a few dozen bucks and made a fortune.”

“Fortune-telling?” Ying Zijin turned her ear to listen, “How so?”

“Hey, it’s just playing with Tarot Cards, I don’t believe in it anyway,” Nie Chao waved off, “Boss, if you want to go, I can take you…”

He was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

“Nie Chao,” Fu Yunshen laughed softly, his tone revealing no particular emotion, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Right, right, nonsense!” Nie Chao shuddered, “Everything I’ve said is nonsense, boss please definitely don’t go.”

Indeed, the underground market was chaotic and only opened after midnight. It was fine for them, the young masters, to go for a bit of fun, but the young ladies definitely couldn’t go.

If word got out, the young girl’s reputation would only worsen, and he would be the one to blame.

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped, and she didn’t ask again.

Tarot Cards, she had forgotten she had played with them before.

But are there really true Tarot Cards still existing on Earth today?

Fu Yunshen tilted his head, his peach blossom eyes suddenly curving, “Kid, why are you staring at me all this time?”

“Is it because I’m good-looking?”