Chapter 17: 015 Foster Father

Editor: Henyee Translations

Fu Yunshen didn’t seem to care much, “Hmm?”

This time, the response from the other side came quickly.

“Three people, all on the assassination list, I’ve sent you the information.”

“Don’t die on me before we’ve even met.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered with a light laugh, “Don’t worry, I can at least manage a meeting.”

The red letters faded, and the screen finally returned to normal.

On the previously empty desktop, there appeared three folders, named—

Sharpshooter No.4; Killer No.5; Hypnotist No.7.

Fu Yunshen scanned them but didn’t open the folders to look.

He closed his laptop, stood up, glanced at his watch, and then left.

**

Today happened to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there were many lantern sellers on the streets.

The midday sun at half-past twelve was brilliant yet not blinding, with just the right amount of warmth.

Ying Zijin turned her head and watched a group of kids skipping rope nearby, her gaze softening.

Used to days filled with violence, this sudden calm gave her an unreal feeling.

She tucked her hands in her pockets and leaned against the railing, idly enjoying the scenery while she sifted through her memories once more.

The Jiang Family had a charitable organization dedicated to providing scholarships to students in remote areas.

She just happened to be one of them, normally inconspicuous.

A year ago, Jiang Moyuan wanted to bring her to Shanghai City under the guise of sponsoring her education at Verdant Middle School.

A sudden decision.

She wasn’t very willing at the time, as her foster father Wen Fengmian suffered from severe asthma and needed care.

But Wen Fengmian said that his life had already been set in its ways and couldn’t change, so he hoped that she could go out and have a better future.

However, no one expected such an outcome from going out.

The Ying Family took her back but did so by adopting her.

Because Ying Zhenting suppressed the scandal of the Ying Family losing their young lady by having the foster daughter replace her identity, including her name and date of birth.

Initially, Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting were rather good to her.

Until Luwei got hurt for the first time, until she repeatedly made a fool of herself in the elite circle.

Also, compared to Luwei — the premier socialite and young lady of the Ying Family — a foster daughter from a small county simply couldn’t compete.

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes.

The memories in her mind were one-sided and weren’t enough to glimpse the full extent of the events.

It was a pity that even with her current ability for Divine Calculation, she couldn’t directly see her complete past and future here.

But then again, diviners typically do not divine for themselves.

Her memory told her that since her return to the Ying Family, they forbade any contact with her previous family.

Fearing that she would return to her old ways, they forcefully severed her connection with the Wen Family.

Zhong Manhua was so worried she’d run away that she locked her ID card away in a cupboard, repeatedly reminding her that she was the young lady of the Ying Family and shouldn’t go to Qingshui County to be burdened by those impoverished people.

As for Wen Fengmian, they had already given the Wen Family a hundred thousand yuan; they should be content with that.

People from a small county probably have never seen so much money.

Though Qingshui County wasn’t far from Shanghai City, only a bit over two hundred kilometers away, but as Luwei’s living blood bank, she was constantly watched.

So for a year now, she hadn’t been able to visit Qingshui County even once.

That’s what being ungrateful truly meant.

Ying Zijin pulled out her ID card from her pocket and looked at it, feeling somewhat troubled.

New technology had its downsides, making everything constrained and restrictive.

But she had to return to Qingshui County once more. Wen Fengmian’s health was poor, and she owed him too much to neglect him.

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment before picking up her phone and starting to search for the nearest traditional Chinese medicine shop on the map.

**

Thirty minutes later.

Zhongshan South Road.

As soon as Ying Zijin stepped out of the taxi, she smelled a faint scent of medicinal herbs that somewhat soothed her restless heart due to lack of sleep.

She pressed her temple, wondering if it was because she had died once that she found it harder to control her temper after waking up.

It seemed she also needed to brew some calming herbs.

Ying Zijin first entered a bank.

The bank was quiet in the afternoon, with service counters mostly unoccupied.

The girl still wore a simple black shirt, meticulously buttoned up, with a khaki coat over it.

Deep black trousers, Dr. Martens boots, a half-ponytail.

Ascetic and cold.

Her exceptional appearance drew glances from passersby.

While taking a number, Ying Zijin turned her head and caught a glimpse of the golden iris flower on the wall, pausing in thought for a moment.

After a while, she belatedly remembered that this logo was one she had casually designed years ago.

She didn’t expect that over the years, the Lorentz Family had expanded their bank from O continent to all over the world.

Ying Zijin yawned, ambling up to the counter.

The mist in her phoenix eyes was hazy, like moonlight falling from a branch, highlighting her porcelain skin below the collar, her beauty enough to make one’s heart quiver.

The teller blushed and quickly averted her gaze, “Hello, miss.”

“I’d like to withdraw two thousand yuan first,” Ying Zijin handed over the Black Card and her ID, “then open another bank account and transfer one million into it, thank you.”

A million was a significant sum at other banks, but at Lorentz Bank, it was nothing out of the ordinary, so no excessive procedures were required.

“Okay, please wait a moment,” the teller took them and swiftly began processing the transaction.

Ying Zijin thought for a moment, then asked, “How long can you keep money here?”

The teller was taken aback before responding, “As long as there is proof, it can be kept indefinitely.”

Ying Zijin nodded and lazily leaned back in the chair, yawning.

Perhaps her gold could still be returned to her hands.

**

Across the street, the traditional Chinese medicine shop.

Lu Fang was sprawled on the cashier’s counter doing his homework. After half a day, he still couldn’t solve the final and most challenging derivative problem, so he threw his book aside in frustration.

He got up, intending to find some snacks, but the figure behind the glass window captured his gaze as he lifted his head.

“Sis, isn’t that what’s-her-name?” Lu Fang asked, half curious, half contemptuous, “What’s she doing at the Lorentz Bank being from a county town? Does she have money?”

The Lorentz Bank was the only international mega bank in the world, frequented by only the wealthy or noble.

Ying Zijin might be part of the Ying Family, but she was just a foster daughter with no status, and her grades were at the bottom of their Elite Class.

“Who?” Lu Zhi was busy writing orders and only glanced over casually at his words.

With that look, her expression darkened.

Lu Fang went on, “Didn’t you say she threw attitude at you yesterday?”

“Didn’t she?” Lu Zhi scoffed, “She’s not that capable, but she surely has a big temper. She really thinks I want to serve her.”

If Ying Luwei hadn’t asked her to, she wouldn’t bother attending to a foster daughter.

Just as Lu Fang was about to console Lu Zhi, he saw the girl leaving the Lorentz Bank and heading in their direction, which caught him by surprise, “Sis, why is she coming here? She couldn’t possibly be here to buy medicine, could she?”

Traditional Chinese medicine wasn’t as popular as Western medicine. Their shop dealt purely in Chinese medicine ingredients, usually only taken on order by hospitals, with very few walk-in customers.

“Here to buy medicine?” Lu Zhi sneered, “We’re not selling to her.”