Chapter 579: 507 is troubled by knowing so many identities of the big shot [(2 updates)] Chapter 579: 507 is troubled by knowing so many identities of the big shot [(2 updates)] Hearing this, the servants who had followed hesitated for a moment and stood still, not moving.

After all, the little girl’s body was affected by the drugs, transforming her into her current child-like appearance.

But she was still the Fifth Miss of the family, and how could they, mere servants, dare to overstep their bounds?

If one day the Fifth Miss were to recover, would they still be alive?

“What, she’s the master and I’m not?” the woman perceived the servants’ hesitation, “You don’t want to offend her but want to offend me?”

That remark gave the servants peace of mind.

Making up their minds, they stepped forward and seized the little girl, “Fifth Miss, please forgive us.”

With the physical condition of the little girl at the time, she faced many limitations and was naturally no match for the physically strong servants.

Knowing she couldn’t escape, she didn’t struggle but looked at the woman with cold and fierce eyes.

The woman felt a shiver in her heart from the look but maintained a calm exterior, with a false bravery, “Fifth Miss, you are just going to stay in the tower for a while until you stop thinking about these illusions, and then you’ll naturally be able to come out.”

Two servants quickly took the little girl away.

The woman furrowed her brows, showing the first signs of distaste, “Obsessing over a dead baby every day, it’s not just her body that’s a problem, but her mind too.”

A servant tentatively asked, “Should we hire some hypnotists to treat the Fifth Miss for her delusions?”

“She’s just a child now, incapable of anything serious. She’s always jumping around, why should the family waste resources on her?” the woman said indifferently, unconcerned, “No need, a period of confinement will make her behave.”

She adjusted the shawl on her body and tapped a few times on her electronic watch.

In the air, a transparent blue screen projected quickly.

The projection on the screen was of a young person in uniform.

“I just have a question,” the woman began, “about the last time the Fifth Miss went out, oh yes, to that place called O continent, did she really find anyone?”

The young man was surprised for a moment and after checking, quickly replied, “No.”

Relieved, the woman ended the communication.

As expected.

She had said it all along.

The daughter of the Lady of the House was dead.

A dead person, useless for anything, and nothing to fight over.

**
Over in O continent.

A breathtaking car rally had just concluded, and the Manson family had very generously allocated considerable resources and several A-class mercenary groups to the Xiu Family.

However, the mercenary groups could not enter Hua Country, so they could only be stationed in O continent to take care of all the transportation of goods.

With the Manson family as their guarantee, few in O continent dared to have any ideas.

“Miss Xiu,” surprisingly, Patriarch Manson spoke fluent Chinese, “Thank you for bringing us such an exciting car racing show.”

“It wasn’t just me.” Xiu Yu shook hands with him, “It was also thanks to the navigator.”

Having raced for five or six years, she knew how much help Ying Zijin had given her in this race.

“Yes, yes, the navigator was indeed amazing.” Patriarch Manson too had just seen the girl’s true face and couldn’t help but be impressed, “Miss Ying, if you wish to enter the racing world, just let me know.”

Ying Zijin was holding a glass of juice, diligently counting the fruit chunks inside, “No need, too much trouble.”

She was only helping Xiu Yu and had no intention of entering the racing scene.

And, most importantly, she hardly ever drove a car herself.

One word, exhausting.

After all, she had a free chauffeur.

“My friend doesn’t really like to show up in public,” Xiu Yu added, “Patriarch Manson, please keep it under wraps.”

Patriarch Manson nodded his head, “I understand. It’s just a pity that the racing world is missing a genius.”

Hearing this, Xiu Yu patted him on the shoulder in a bro-like manner, “No need for pity, the racing world won’t miss just one person.”

Patriarch Manson: “???”

The time that followed was taken up by the business negotiation between the Manson family and the Xiu Family.

Ying Zijin didn’t stay any longer and returned to the newly booked hotel.

A WeChat group that had been quiet for a long time popped up with a multi-person call.

It was the Yi Character Team.

This group included Nie Yi and the captains of the Yi Character Team, including the Elite Team.

“Miss Ying, it’s me, we have a competition starting soon, can you come and advise us?”

“Miss Ying, please carry us.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Miss Ying, please take us on, I swear you in as my master!”

The two captains of the Elite Team were very excited, and the team members were also clamoring.

It was obvious they were on speaker, as there was quite a bit of noise in the background.

Before Ying Zijin could speak, her phone was snatched from her hand.

Then a hand was forced into hers.

“…”

Ying Zijin slapped Fu Yunshen’s hand away, picked up some popcorn, and sat down on the couch to watch a movie.

Fu Yunshen sat down beside her, rubbed the top of her head, and spoke slowly, “Nie Yi, manage your subordinates, will you? Don’t bother my girlfriend, okay?”

“…”

There was silence on the other end for about ten seconds.

Then suddenly, exclamations rose and fell in a wave.

“Whoa!”

“Mom, I’ve gone deaf!”

“What happened? I wanted to secretly admire Miss Ying for a bit longer. My young heart is shattered to pieces.”

Fu Yunshen’s expression paused slightly, with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Nie Yi, I didn’t see that coming. So you have quite a few subordinates trying to steal her from me, hmm?”

Nie Yi, who was also dragged into the voice call: “…”

He… didn’t know either.

“I also have a few subordinates who have been unable to find partners.” Fu Yunshen mused with a soft chuckle, “How about I introduce them to your little girlfriend?”

Nie Yi, once again: “…”

He knew who Fu Yunshen was referring to as subordinates.

It was either those from the Judicial Hall or those from the IBI.

Especially the higher-ups at the IBI, they were indeed young and capable.

For instance, Anthony, the Air Fleet Commander, might be a bit naive and adolescent, but he had handsome features for sure.

Without many people knowing Fu Yunshen’s true identity, Anthony had been nominated multiple times on the NOK forum as the young pretty boy most desired to be kept by female tycoons.

This was an affirmation of Anthony.

And Ling Mianxi had told him, the primary criteria she considered in her choice were looks and physique.

This was the first time Nie Yi regretted knowing so much about Fu Yunshen’s various identities.

He would rather know nothing at all.

It was also the first time Nie Yi felt that life in Hua Country must be truly carefree.

Ignorance is bliss.

“I will educate them.” Nie Yi massaged his temples, not hanging up the call, and said directly, “Each team picks one person to go train in the Seventh Special Zone.”

“…”

The two elite teams immediately ceased their complaints.

Everyone knew that the Seventh Special Zone was a place only a madman could endure.

And the ‘picking people’ tactic was clearly forcing internal strife upon them, wasn’t it?

“One hour, I want the candidates.” Nie Yi repeated once again, “If you can’t decide, you’ll all roll over there.”

The voice call ended as abruptly as it began.

Ying Zijin’s ears twitched, intrigued, “What would happen if they really couldn’t decide?”

Fu Yunshen put down his phone and tenderly pressed his forehead against the girl’s.

His voice was husky and seductively low, filled with a rascal’s charm, “That’s none of our business.”

“Seriously though.” Ying Zijin pushed the face that could ruin states away with her finger, yawning, “I’m quite curious.”

She’d grown accustomed to fighting and killing, and had thought about which day to settle down.

Now she abided by the law in a lawful society, with fewer chances to get physical, she actually started feeling itchy hands.

It seemed a day without punching someone felt a bit off.

“Oh right, Yaoyao.” Fu Yunshen nodded, “Baby Face asked you to persuade his sister not to attempt taking on the Manson family on her own.”

“The Manson family?” Ying Zijin’s eyes flashed briefly, “I got it, I’ll talk to her.”

“Kid, there’s something I’ve been wondering about.” Fu Yunshen pinched her face again, “Why do so many people listen to you? What’s your magic power?”

Ling Mianxi does, Jiang Ran does.

Those two in the Ling Family, they were true rascals.

“Well, probably–” Ying Zijin slowly closed her eyes, “Good looks equate to justice, I guess.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows lifted.

“Or, for some people, if they don’t obey, just beat them until they do.”

“…”

**
The Imperial Capital.

Ji Family.

Ji Yihang’s mood had improved quite a bit recently.

On the one hand, there had been a changing of the guard in the Ji Main House, and Ji Yiyuan had become much more subdued, avoiding them wherever possible.

Fong Mian and his newly undertaken research project had also been successful, earning him quite a few Merit Points.

On the other hand, with Ying Zijin’s help, Ji Yihang had successfully acquired that pill from the Ancient Martial World auction. He followed instructions, splitting it into five parts, and fed it to Madam Ji’s father in increments.

After all, the medicine from the Ancient Medical Field was targeted at ancient martial artists, and though this pill wasn’t, its potency was still strong, too much for an ordinary person to consume at once.

Today was the final dose.

The previous four doses had significantly improved the old man’s physical condition, and there had been no further onset of the illness.”

“Dad, this is the last time,” Ji Yihang helped the old man sit up, “After this, your illness will be cured.”

Madam Ji was holding water.

“You’ve worked so hard, Yihang.” The old man swallowed the last segment of the pill.

Madam Ji was somewhat nervous, “Dad, how are you feeling?”

“I feel–” The old man clutched his chest, short of breath and chest tight, momentarily struggling to catch his breath, his face turning slightly purple.

Ji Yihang’s expression changed immediately, holding onto the old man, “Dad!”

The door was kicked open at this moment.

A voice laced with cold sarcasm came through.

“How dare you, Ji Yihang, to plot against an old hero of the Ji family!”

This time, they wanted Ji Yihang dead.