The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot Chapter 232 – Chapter 232: 224 Miss Ying and IBI's boss are having an affair [3 updates]

Chapter 232: 224 Miss Ying and IBI's boss are having an affair [3 updates]

He came alone, not bringing any assistants.

He was even dressed in a suit, but due to his hurried arrival, his shirt had gathered a few wrinkles.

He seemed to pose no threat at all.

Those thugs had seen their share of big scenes, having engaged in many brawls, so how could a single threat intimidate them?

And this talk of international pursuit, it was nothing but a huge joke.

The thugs at the forefront didn't even care, continuing to advance.

Off to the side, Master Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to think of something.

Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, “Stop! Everyone stop!”

Since the thugs followed Master Yan's orders, they naturally had to stop, yet they were a bit confused.

The young agent dusted off his clothes and said with a half-smile, “Stop what? Weren't you all eager to rough someone up just now? Go on, I've made way for you. Could it be that you need an invitation?”

“No! We were just here to look around,” Master Yan showed a face that was both crying and laughing, speaking with difficulty, “Absolutely no other intentions, we'll leave now. Right away.”

Upon hearing this, the smile on the young agent's face disappeared: “Leave? Do you really think you can just play around and IBI will play along with you?”

He pointed to the ground below him: “Don't be afraid, even if you leave today, we can find you.”

Master Yan's sweat poured even more, his hands trembling as he clutched his Buddha beads.

He had never expected that, just by following his usual routine – responding to Fang Zhicheng's call to check on the merchandise – he would bump right into the IBI!

What is the IBI?

It specializes in combating international crime!

Only those notorious criminals on the international stage find themselves on IBI's wanted list.

He was but a small fry in Ningchuan, how could he have caught the eye of the IBI, warranting them to send a high-level agent down here specifically?

Master Yan suddenly felt a chill all over.

Truth be told, he had seen IBI agents and those international police before, but they weren't after him at the time.

That's exactly why he was more terrified now.

Of course, IBI had only sent one high-level agent today, and he had the power to keep this agent here.

But if he did so, his death wouldn't be far off.

Anyone targeted by IBI has no chance of escaping.

“Master Yan!” Fang Zhicheng was still seeking help, “Master Yan, I assure you, she can fetch a good price!”

“Idiot!” Master Yan burst out in angry laughter. He lifted his foot and kicked Fang Zhicheng in the gut.

Fang Zhicheng doubled over in pain, struggling to catch his breath and said in disbelief, “Master Yan?!”

The young agent stood by, hands behind his back, smiling ever so slightly, making no move to intervene.

Master Yan grabbed Fang Zhicheng by the collar, his voice emanating through gritted teeth, furious beyond measure, “Who on earth did you provoke?! IBI is after you!”

Fang Zhicheng's mind was too foggy to understand, he stammered, “I what I?”

In fact, even elementary school students know what IBI stands for.

After all, it's been covered in history textbooks and featured on the news broadcast.

The IBI has dealt with countless international crime cases, protecting many people's safety and making great contributions to maintaining world peace.

Especially a few months ago, IBI even opened a Weibo account, attracting many netizens to follow.

The major clans in the capital had all interfaced with IBI.

But Fang Zhicheng was just a nouveau riche, far removed from the real wealthy families, without the privilege to make contact with IBI.

He'd undoubtedly heard of them, but never imagined that he would see an IBI agent deign to come here.

Master Yan grew even more furious at his ignorance, roaring loudly, “I'm telling you, you're done for, and you dragged me down with you!”

What they were involved in was also quite dirty.

They had always been discreet, not attracting too much attention.

But to have provoked IBI meant that they were utterly trapped.

Fang Zhicheng still hadn't come to his senses, dizzy and trembling all over.

“Captain, who exactly is this Miss Ying?” A member of the Yi Character Team was also shocked, “I've only seen someone from IBI once, at the boss's place.”

Since they were similar in nature, the Yi Character Team had also cooperated with IBI.

“Don't know,” the captain shook his head thoughtfully, “Could it be that she's a relative of some high-ranking official?”

“Impossible,” another team member interjected, “Not a single high-ranking official in IBI is from Hua Country. Who has the authority to casually send a high-level agent here? Could it be an ordinary chief?”

“Miss Ying, sorry to have alarmed you,” the young agent still spoke respectfully, “The plane has arrived, I'll send someone to escort you back first. We'll handle the situation here.”

“Thank you for the trouble,” Ying Zijin pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her breathing slow, “Xiao Lan, let's go.”

Wen Tinglan followed her.

Master Yan and his group of thugs didn't move an inch, not daring to do so.

“Brother,” the captain stepped forward, hooking the shoulder of the high-level agent, “Why would you guys handle such a matter?”

“It's an urgent order from headquarters,” the young agent recognized their identity, nodded, and didn't hide anything, “I happened to be the closest, so I came over.”

“It's from headquarters?” the captain's expression became more solemn, “Have they mentioned the reason?”

“They didn't say, just told me to come and protect a Miss Ying and her brother,” the young agent recalled the command and responded, “Headquarters mentioned that Miss Ying is exceptionally beautiful, so I recognized her at first sight.”

“That's really strange,” the captain said, puzzled, “Could it be that you guys have too many hands on deck, all too free?”

Otherwise, why would someone make a special trip to the city of Ningchuan?

Even the some of the shady deals in the capital and Shanghai City, IBI probably doesn't have the mood or time to bother with.

“Not at all, there are still several criminals being chased down over in O Continent, and it was only after I managed to pass off my work to someone else that I could come here,” he said.

“So I suspect—” the young detective coughed a few times, lowered his voice, and gossiped mysteriously, “you see, Miss Ying is so attractive, could it be that she's having an affair with one of our bosses?”

“…”

Two hours later, the plane arrived in Shanghai City.

In the airplane cabin, Ying Zijin was wrapped in a blanket, sleeping against the window.

Wen Tinglan knew she was tired, so he did not disturb her.

He sat quietly beside her, beginning to read the materials sent over by Norton University.

If it weren't for his incompetence, he wouldn't have been kidnapped, and almost got his sister involved as well.

But IBI?

Wen Tinglan has always had a keen interest in current events, and pays attention to major international incidents, knowing full well what a powerful organization IBI is.

With his IQ of 228, he couldn't understand why IBI would get involved in such a trivial matter.

He was deep in thought when he heard footsteps approaching.

The man had a tall and slender figure, as elegant as a jade tree.

He wore a black shirt, with the top two buttons undone, adding a touch of careless laziness to his demonically handsome face.

The subtle scent of jade and agarwood wafted through the air, seemingly capable of calming everything down.

Wen Tinglan was startled and was just about to speak.

Fu Yunshen turned his head, his long fingers pressed to his lips, signaling him to keep silent: “Shush—”

Then, he showed his phone to Wen Tinglan.

On it was a message he had typed earlier.

[Your uncle is waiting for you at home, there will be a car below, it will be very safe.]

Wen Tinglan hesitated for a while before standing up and walking off the plane.

Before getting off the plane, he looked at the man with caution.

Meanwhile, the girl was still in the depths of her sleep, her profile facing him.

When she was asleep, she was always very still.

Her hands and legs curled up, a small bundle like a newly born kitten.

It was a sleeping posture that lacked a sense of security.

Even in her sleep, she maintained a protective stance.

Fu Yunshen's eyes dropped slightly, his eyelashes trembling just a bit.

He bent halfway down, his hand gently lifting, wanting to touch her head, but ultimately did not make contact.

In the end, he picked her up and walked down the plane.

As if sensing the breeze, she slightly rolled into his chest, her head burying into it and sticking there.

But she remained deep in sleep, very sound, without waking.

It was just an unconscious move.

Fu Yunshen's hand paused, and after a long moment, he chuckled softly.

The sound was barely audible: “Thinking too much, still just a child.”

She needs to be properly protected, watched as she grows up.

That evening.

Ying Yuexuan didn't want to listen to Zhong Manhua's complaints, but still returned to the Ying Family's home.

After she arrived back home, she first took a tour around, not finding any trace of Ying Tianlv.

“Mom,” Ying Yuexuan asked Zhong Manhua, “has brother not come back these past few days?

Zhong Manhua's expression stiffened, remembering her conversation with Ying Tianlv, her tone grew colder: “His own company has been established, he's busy with work, you know that.”

At the same time, her heart tightened.

Ying Tianlv said he would announce Ying Zijin's identity, and once it was revealed, it would be a huge blow both to Ying Yuexuan and Ying Corporation.

Hearing this, Ying Yuexuan felt somewhat relieved. She hesitated for a moment, then said: “Mom, my sister came to school today.”

“So she did,” Zhong Manhua put down her teacup with force, coldly, “don't contact her, she will lead you astray.”

Ying Yuexuan swallowed the words she was about to say next.

Zhong Manhua already disliked Ying Zijin very much; if she mentioned that Ying Zijin had bullied a student, it would probably add to Zhong Manhua's detest.

Just the mention of Ying Zijin stirred up confusion in Zhong Manhua's mind.

She could no longer enjoy her tea and decided to go upstairs to rest, when at that moment, her phone started ringing.

It was a strange number.

Zhong Manhua answered: “Hello?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com

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