The True Heiress: A Multifaceted Prodigy

Chapter 5: The Head Patting Move

As he approached, his irresistibly captivating face came closer, and those almond-shaped eyes, filled with warmth and playfulness, were almost too much to handle.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Neil was stunned, choking on his own words as he realized what was happening. “Seriously, Seven, have some shame.”

Who flirts with a young girl like that?

Zijin, leaning on her hand, glanced up lazily, unfazed by the situation. “It’s definitely a good look.”

Neil had nothing more to say.

It was clear she didn’t mind, and she was letting him do whatever he wanted.

"A kid who speaks the truth is always cute," Fu Yunshen said, standing up with his usual laid-back demeanor. "I’ll take you home then."

Neil was about to ask what he should do, but was silenced with a single glance from Fu Yunshen. He sighed and muttered to himself, Great, looks like I’m on my own now.

Ugh, why does it feel like I have no rights when it comes to women?

Neil followed, sulking a bit.

Zijin thought for a moment and then spoke, her tone indifferent. "It’s not a trouble. When I add up everything, I actually owe you."

Fu Yunshen, still holding the car keys, smiled at the comment. "Owe me? You reminded Neil, wasn’t that a fair trade?"

He paused, his smile turning playful. "Alright, little one, if you really feel indebted to me, why don’t you tell me some gossip about New York?"

Zijin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Gossip?"

She understood the meaning of the word—stories, rumors, and tidbits—but it seemed it wasn’t related to the fortune-telling she was familiar with. There was still so much of this modern world she had yet to understand.

"Didn’t you just come back?" Fu Yunshen leaned against the car door, a teasing look on his face. "How about satisfying my curiosity?"

He gestured with a hand, inviting her.

Zijin paused for a moment, her gaze steady.

The first time she arrived on Earth, she spent over three hundred years in the Old World. In that time, she had moved between many identities and learned all the rituals of the royal families. She recognized the gesture—though it came from the Y country’s royal family, it had been abandoned in the first half of the 16th century.

"If you don’t get in now, your uncle will be out soon," Fu Yunshen added with a casual look. "You see, I’m just a nobody—what if he decides to take us both in?"

Zijin, recognizing the seriousness in his voice, made her decision and climbed into the passenger seat.

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow. "Is Mo Yuan really that intimidating? Little one, you’re breaking my heart again."

Zijin’s response was indifferent. "Just a hassle."

Fu Yunshen blinked, clearly surprised by her bluntness. He chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing as he drove away.

As the car moved through the streets, the city lights cast a soft glow on his features. His pale skin contrasted with the deep red of his lips, giving him an almost otherworldly charm.

He rolled up the window and broke the silence. "I heard it was Mo Yuan who brought you from Qing Shui County to New York?"

"Yes." Zijin thought for a moment, recalling what she had been told. "He said he was bringing me here to study at Qingzhi High."

Qingzhi High was the top-ranking high school in New York, known for sending nearly all its graduates to top universities. Getting into Qingzhi was the dream of every elite family, and parents would go to great lengths to get their children enrolled.

Zijin looked out the window, narrowing her eyes slightly. "On the way here, I was in a car accident and ended up in the hospital."

The accident hadn’t caused any life-threatening injuries, but it had led to the Ying family discovering her existence. She had an extremely rare Rhnull blood type, the same as Ying Luwei’s.

This type of blood, known as "golden blood," could be donated to anyone, but if someone with Rhnull needed blood, it could only be received from another person with the same type.

There were fewer than a hundred people with this blood type worldwide. Even the Ying family couldn’t find enough blood for Ying Luwei in time, but Zijin’s blood was a perfect match.

Fu Yunshen paused, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. "Is that why the Ying family adopted you?"

Zijin, propping her head with her hand, answered casually, as if she were talking about someone else’s business. "A blood bank delivered right to their door—why wouldn’t they take it?"

Fu Yunshen tilted his head, studying her for a moment, before suddenly raising his hand and giving her a gentle pat on the head. It was playful, almost like a petting gesture.

Zijin slowly turned her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. A dangerous glint flashed. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Just don’t think too much," Fu Yunshen said, his mood seeming light as he grinned. "Fasten your seatbelt, we’re almost there."

Thirty Minutes Later

The car pulled up to a villa area on the outskirts of the city.

"Make sure you get some rest," Fu Yunshen said, looking at her as she got out of the car. "Drink more longan and red date soup."

Zijin slightly fluttered her eyelashes, her voice soft. "I will. Thank you."

Fu Yunshen leaned his arm on the window, smiling softly. "I’ve heard you say 'thank you' so many times today, my ears are going numb. If you really want to thank me, maybe you can give me a reading next time."

For the first time, Zijin rubbed her head in slight frustration, a rare gesture of exasperation. "Alright."

Fu Yunshen paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He didn’t leave immediately, instead adding lazily, "Alright, go get some rest. It’s getting late. I’ll wait here until you’re inside."

Zijin nodded. "You too."

After their brief farewell, she turned and walked toward the villa. Before she reached the door, it swung open, and the housekeeper appeared.

His gaze was stern, almost judgmental. "So, the second young miss finally decided to come back?"

Zijin stood at the bottom of the stairs, her long eyelashes dusted with frost, her hair lightly coated with snowflakes. She looked fragile, almost delicate enough to be swept away by the wind.

The housekeeper scowled, but followed his orders. "Madam says that since you’re being so rebellious and left the hospital without permission, you’re not welcome back tonight. You can return only when you admit your mistakes."

"When you realize your wrongs, then you can come inside."

"Please leave."

His words dripped with sarcasm and disdain.

Zijin didn’t even glance at him. She turned on her heel and walked away without hesitation, leaving the housekeeper dumbfounded.

He expected her to beg for forgiveness, to cry and apologize.

But instead, she simply turned her back and walked away. No hesitation, no regret.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment. What just happened?

Shouldn’t she have begged for forgiveness?

He knew the mistress wasn’t truly punishing her. It was just a lesson in respect and humility. If Zijin actually left, the only one who would be punished would be him.

Hastily, he stepped forward, blocking her path. "Second young miss, where are you going? Don’t be so stubborn. Just apologize, tell Madam you’re sorry, and everything will be fine."