The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 79: 077 He Xun saw the live broadcast.

Zhong Zhiwan lifted her head.

She was quite curious about what attitude Old Master Zhong actually had towards Ying Zijin.

Old Master Zhong put down his phone and said slowly, “We will discuss this matter after Zijin finishes class and returns.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s expression changed, showing disbelief, and her face grew even paler.

Lady Zhong almost doubted her own ears, “Old Master?”

Could it be that they would still wrong a foster daughter?

“Take Wanwan to take a hot bath,” instructed Old Master Zhong, “and tell the kitchen to start stewing the medicine.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s lips turned white as she clenched them tightly, murmuring a response with tears swimming in her eyes.

“Old Master, what do you mean by this?” Lady Zhong couldn’t hold back, “Wanwan is your real granddaughter, how can you still favor an outsider?”

Has Old Master Zhong gone too far in not distinguishing between kin and strangers?

“One must ask clearly about the matter before making a judgment,” Old Master Zhong said indifferently with a glance at her, “Aren’t you going to take Wanwan upstairs to rest?”

Even though Old Master Zhong was old now, he still held the equity and had a lot of strength in his words.

Lady Zhong, no matter how reluctant, could only comply.

Zhong Zhiwan trudged upstairs in a daze, feeling wronged and wanting to cry.

“Wanwan, your grandfather has been quite muddled these two months,” Lady Zhong comforted her, “Perhaps he just pities that foster daughter and moved by compassion, but once your grandfather sees her true face, would he still indulge her?”

“Mom, I know, it’s just…” Zhong Zhiwan wiped her tears, “I just can’t accept that grandpa is so good to her.”

Why should he be?

A foster daughter, even the Ying family didn’t take seriously, why would Old Master Zhong treat her like a treasure?

“Wanwan, don’t worry,” Lady Zhong was however calm, “Blood relations cannot be ignored, your grandfather still cherishes you the most, perhaps he’s just waiting for her to come back to discipline her on your behalf.”

But Zhong Zhiwan didn’t see it that way, her nails digging into her palms.

Once again, she thought of the words she heard that day, “She is the rightful one,” pursed her lips but still didn’t reveal it to Lady Zhong.

**

Principal’s office.

The principal was on a call, and after hanging up, he asked, “Teacher He, what brings you here at this time?”

He Xun briefly explained the situation, “Principal, I think a demerit is necessary.”

“Oh, this matter,” the principal wasn’t surprised, “that call just now was about this very thing. Teacher He, you must have only heard one side of the story, right?”

He Xun looked up, his eyes cool beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, “What do you mean, principal?”

“The incident happened like this…” after the principal finished, “It was Classmate Zhong who was in the wrong first, although Classmate Ying also went too far, it’s not to the extent of a demerit.”

He Xun’s brow furrowed slightly.

He wasn’t aware of the inside story.

But how could the life of a pet pig compare to that of a person?

“Teacher He,” the principal weighed his words, then added, “Actually, you should know, Class 19 is originally an unmanaged class, you really don’t need to pay too much attention to Classmate Ying.”

His tone was subtle, “After all, Classmate Ying didn’t go to the International Class.”

What he meant was that Teacher He only needed to manage the students of the International Class well.

He Xun’s expression stiffened for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed, but soon returned to normal.

He raised his hand to his brow, “Sorry, principal.”

There were many students who didn’t study well that he didn’t like. Class 19’s Jiang Ran and Xiu Yu were no exception, but it was Ying Zijin who left the worst impression on him.

Whether it was in studies or in character, and violent tendencies to boot.

And it was multiple offenses, incorrigible.

He Xun didn’t say anything more and left the principal’s office.

**

Ying Zijin walked out of the psychologist’s office, holding a psychological diagnosis report in her hand.

Six words were written on it.

Bipolar Disorder.

Bipolar Disorder is different from ordinary depression. In addition to depression, it is also accompanied by manic episodes.

Most of those affected are adolescents aged 15 to 19, and factors such as genetic heritage, original family environment, school violence, and more, could lead to Bipolar Disorder.

Multiple depressions, occasional manias.

Ying Zijin leaned against the wall with her knees bent, her expression detached.

She was a healer, and also a poison master.

But she had never paid much attention to psychological issues before, after all, she had never encountered such things in the past.

The psychologist said she should have only been experiencing depression, but during this past month, her mood had more frequently been on the rise.

Therefore, it was bipolar disorder, just not severe.

Ying Zijin knew what was happening.

Because she had fully woken up, no longer under the control of the Ying Family like before.

But the oppression from the Ying Family had indeed caused irreparable psychological damage.

No wonder she couldn’t control her emotions after coming back to Earth once more.

And no wonder her body was so weak.

So, it turned out she was sick.

When depression struck, there would be no appetite, and interest in things would gradually fade.

She spent her days like a puppet, as if she was already dead.

This also led to the slow cancellation of the karma between her and the Ying Family.

Her phone beeped at this moment.

Ying Zijin looked down and saw the WeChat message from Fu Yunshen.

[Yaoyao, how is it?]

Fu Yunshen knew she had an appointment with a psychologist today, and she hadn’t hidden that fact.

[Bipolar disorder, not severe.]

After sending this message, there was a long silence from the other side.

Ying Zijin slightly frowned.

She could calculate the past, predict the future.

But since her Divine Calculation abilities had not recovered, she could only see things within the next ten days; anything further was just a blur.

So she couldn’t see Fu Yunshen’s past.

But she had also heard that in the Fu Family, aside from Old Master Fu, the others really looked down on him.

A minute later, the phone beeped again.

[Ah, it’s fine, from now on, you will be happy every day.]

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes drooped slightly.

She sent back an emoticon of a grass-mud horse.

This time, Fu Yunshen replied instantly, just like before.

[Hmm? Has the kiddo gotten cuter lately?]

“…”

Sometimes she really didn’t want to talk to him.

After neatly folding and putting away the psychological diagnosis report, Ying Zijin returned to Classroom 19 and took out her newly bought IPAD.

Xiu Yu was helping Dudu feed corn kernels and came over: “Daddy Ying, are you going to play games?”

“No,” Ying Zijin opened the Shark Live Streaming platform, “Live streaming, to make money.”

**

Meanwhile.

He Xun returned to his office to find a little boy sprawled in front of his computer, watching something with the volume up loud.

“Teacher He, I’m so sorry, the child is too naughty.” A female teacher next to him hurriedly picked up the boy and apologized repeatedly, “He touched your computer, and I’m really sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” He Xun massaged his temples, not in a position to say much.

He sat down and realized the boy had been using his computer to watch a gaming live stream.

He Xun disliked such entertainment the most; he moved the mouse to close it but accidentally clicked on the just-popped-up screen meteor.

It was triggered by a large donation.

The page switched to a different live stream.

This was an academic live stream.

None of the fuss of a game live stream, and it was very quiet.

It showed only a piece of paper along with an exceedingly beautiful hand.