The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot Chapter 238 – Chapter 238: 230 This is an invitation personally given by Mu Heqing [3 updates]

Chapter 238: 230 This is an invitation personally given by Mu Heqing [3 updates]

Mu Chenzhou did not think there was anything wrong with his approach.

From the beginning, the prerequisite for attending the ball was coming from a wealthy family.

Before the ball started, Madam Mu had specifically gotten a list of the large and small wealthy families from her family side for him.

The Ying Family was included.

But from the Ying Family, only Zhong Manhua, Ying Yuexuan, and Ying Tianlv had been invited.

Ying Zhenting was not in Shanghai City and could not return, so he was not included on the list when it was drafted.

The selected members of the Ying Family were naturally reported by Zhong Manhua.

At the time, Mu Chenzhou was puzzled— if Zijin was so favored in the Zhong Family, how could Zhong Manhua possibly miss her out?

Then he learned from Zhong Manhua that the Ying Family had already driven Zijin out.

Being just a foster daughter, leaving the Ying Family meant she was truly out of luck with Shanghai City's upper circles.

Not to mention, a banner had already been hung at the entrance of Queen's Hotel—Zijin could not possibly have failed to see that the venue was booked for tonight's event.

Of course, if this ball were organized by Shanghai City's wealthy families, it wouldn't matter to him who came in.

But as it involved the capital, absolute chaos could not be allowed.

Following the direction that Mu Chenzhou pointed, the waiter looked and at first was stunned, somewhat unsure, “Is it that young lady?”

“It's her,” Mu Chenzhou nodded, “If she doesn't come in, then you don't have to worry about it.”

The waiter had just agreed when the girl already walked up to the hall.

The glass door was automatic, and when it sensed someone's presence, it opened on its own.

Remembering Mu Chenzhou's instructions, the waiter hurried forward, blocking the entrance: “Miss, we are hosting an event here, attended by some important figures; you cannot go in.”

Zijin paused in her steps, first glancing at the waiter.

Afterwards, her gaze fell on Mu Chenzhou, who was five or six meters away in front of her.

It was only for a moment—less than a second—before she looked away.

But Mu Chenzhou was keenly aware of the girl's very light and indifferent glance.

It was as if she knew everything.

Mu Chenzhou furrowed his eyebrows and decided to walk out.

His manner was very polite and courteous, but his tone was distant, “I instructed him to do it. If you have any complaints, you can direct them at me. There's no need to make things difficult for someone who's just working.”

He knew very well that Zijin could get physical if there was a disagreement.

“You must be joking,” Zijin looked up, addressing Mu Chenzhou for the first time. Her voice was still the usual slow and cold one she was known for, “Getting angry is quite harmful to one's health; there's no need for that.”

Mu Chenzhou could certainly catch the implication behind her words.

He was not worth her anger.

Having lived in the capital for so long, Mu Chenzhou had naturally come into contact with many daughters of wealth and nobility.

But there really hadn't been anyone who spoke like Zijin did.

“You know that a ball is being held here, right?” Mu Chenzhou pointed to the vertical sign next to him, “I'm asking you to leave now as a courtesy. At least there aren't many people around now.”

“When the ball starts and we check the invitations, if you don't have one, you will be turned away.”

Mu Chenzhou said this not too loudly, not too softly, allowing the young gentlemen he had been speaking to earlier to hear.

Curious, they looked over, and when their gaze fell on the girl, they were inevitably amazed.

One of them came over: “Young Master Mu, who is this?”

“Nobody,” Mu Chenzhou answered indifferently, “just someone trying to sneak in while no one is watching.”

Upon hearing this, the young master shook his head: “Little sister, today's ball isn't just any ball, it's quite important. If it were another one, I could have shown you around.”

Several people were standing at the door, making it difficult not to be noticed.

“Mom, isn't that my sister?” Outside, Ying Yuexuan, who was climbing the steps, suddenly tugged at Zhong Manhua's sleeve, “It seems like she's being stopped?”

Smiles on Zhong Manhua's face froze in an instant: “What?”

After looking over, she indeed saw the person she least wanted to see.

It wasn't that no one asked her about Zijin; the inquiries mostly came from curious noble ladies.

She cared about her reputation, of course, and would never let other families know that it was Zijin who snubbed them and left the Ying Family.

Seeing that Zijin wouldn't come back regardless of what she did,

she simply told others that the Ying Family had driven Zijin out.

“Let her be stopped then,” Zhong Manhua replied coldly, “Why do you care so much?”

However, before she could finish her sentence, Ying Yuexuan had already hurried inside.

“Young Master Mu, my sister came with us, it's just that we went shopping, and she arrived first,” Ying Yuexuan looked at Mu Chenzhou with a hostile gaze, “You didn't mention we couldn't bring anyone else, did you? What do you mean by this?”

Mu Chenzhou was startled, “Really, she's with you…”

“Not at all,” Zhong Manhua cut in hastily, interrupting his words, “I didn't bring her.”

Ying Yuexuan's expression changed: “Mom!”

“Chenzhou, you don't have to worry about us,” Zhong Manhua raised her hand to stop Ying Yuexuan, “If I were bringing her, I would have added her when I gave you the list.”

“I see,” Mu Chenzhou pondered for a moment, his gaze returning to the girl, his meaning clear.

“Then I will give my invitation to my sister,” Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips and took out her invitation, “Anyway, I don't really dance well, so I won't—”

“Kid, you really have a big charm,” a lazy voice came from behind, not loud, but easily overshadowing Ying Yuexuan's words, tinged with laughter, “I just left for a few minutes and here you are attracting quite a crowd.”

“Hey, Seventh Young Master,” the previously elated young man lit up, “Long time no see, how come you're here this time?”

Fu Yunshen just nodded toward him, not saying anything.

He walked up to the girl, raising his right hand, “Your bag.”

Ying Zijin took her backpack from Fu Yunshen's hand and put it on.

Then she reached into it and pulled out a white card, her voice subdued, “No need, I have an invitation.”

All eyes converged on her hand.

It was indeed an invitation to the dance, but it looked even more exquisite.

Mu Chenzhou's pupils even constricted.

He was close enough to clearly see, at the bottom of the invitation, the flamboyant “Mu” character.

Above this character, there was a small red seal stamped.

This was something other invitations did not have.

Mu Chenzhou hadn't seen Mu Heqing, but he wouldn't fail to recognize Mu Heqing's signature and personal seal.

The invitation in Ying Zijin's hand was actually given to her personally by Mu Heqing?!

A moment of stillness in Mu Chenzhou's mind, he couldn't react.

Ying Yuexuan was also stunned, and after a while, she withdrew her own invitation, “So, sister, you have one.”

Ying Zijin didn't respond to her, nor did she see Mu Chenzhou; she put away her invitation and walked straight past them.

Fu Yunshen's gaze swept indifferently and followed behind her.

“Wait!” Mu Chenzhou couldn't help himself, “Do you know my grandfather? How did he give you an invitation?”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around, including Zhong Manhua and Ying Yuexuan, was astonished.

The great name of Mu Heqing, who in Hua Country did not know him?

Ying Zijin, she knows Mu Heqing?!

If she knew Mu Heqing, would she still stay in Shanghai City?

Anyone who could connect with the Mu family would surely go develop in the capital instead.

Ying Zijin's steps did not stop; she went to the front desk and presented her phone, “Booked yesterday, the presidential suite 908, surname Ying.”

The receptionist had been paying attention to the commotion at the door, and when she saw the girl approaching, she stood up briskly, “Hello, I'll serve you immediately.”

She quickly checked the reservation information, swiftly took out a room card, and handed it over.

Seeing the girl ignored him, Mu Chenzhou pressed his lips lightly together.

“Mom,” Ying Yuexuan was also confused, “How did sister get her invitation?”

The Zhong Family had declined the dance, and no one from their side had come.

“Old Master Fu and the esteemed head of the Mu family are close friends of many years,” Zhong Manhua thought for a moment, “I heard that Old Master Fu was once saved by him, giving out two invitations is nothing.”

Hearing this, Mu Chenzhou sighed softly and simultaneously felt relieved.

Fu Family's Seventh Young Master Fu Yunshen.

Ying Zijin, this is all the support you have.

The other young nobles, seeing it was just a farce, laughed it off and dispersed.

But the way they looked at Mu Chenzhou was rather improper.

Even Mu Chenzhou's own invitation did not bear Mu Heqing's writing.

Ying Yuexuan accompanied Zhong Manhua inside.

After a little while, the automatic door opened.

Someone came in.

It was Ying Tianlv.

He was still panting slightly, obviously having come in a rush.

“Brother—” Ying Yuexuan was delighted upon seeing the newcomer, gesturing happily, “We're over here.”

And as if he heard her voice, Ying Tianlv, who had been looking around, paused his footsteps and walked toward her.

Ying Yuexuan hadn't seen Ying Tianlv for almost half a month, and upon seeing him, she couldn't help but get excited.

A smile appeared on Zhong Manhua's face as well, “Xiao Xuan, I told you, your big brother is just busy, and he will come over after he's done.”

Ying Yuexuan had excellent vision and immediately noticed the bag Ying Tianlv was carrying, and was even more surprised, “Brother, how did you know I like the desserts from this shop?”

“Sorry,” Ying Tianlv's expression paused, and his steps didn't stop as he walked past Ying Yuexuan, he came up to Ying Zijin.

He handed over the bag he was carrying, looking quite guilty, “Zijin, hearing from Grandpa that you like desserts, I specifically drove to the neighboring city to buy them; I got a variety of each, have a look and see if they suit your taste.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com

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