A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 17

That cold yet gentle gaze in the rain flashed before her eyes.

Yu Xinyue felt as if she had truly been kissed by a Muse; inspiration suddenly erupted, and she took out a pen and paper to record it quickly.

The lyrics she had been agonizing over finally had a place to land!

After Ji Zhaohua finished reading the lyrics, she poked the girl’s cheek and said with a smile, “And you say you’re not in a secret relationship—you’ve even started writing love songs.”

Yu Xinyue’s face turned red. “You’re talking nonsense again.”

She held the thin sheet of paper with both hands, pursed her lips, and her gaze gradually turned cold.

If Yin Jianghan dared to plagiarize her song again in this life, she would make her regret it.

Plagiarizers must always pay the price for their actions.

“Qing Qing?” Ji Zhaohua began to gossip. “Who is ‘Qing Qing’? Your sweetheart?”

Wait, no matter how she heard it, that name didn’t sound like a boy’s.

Yu Xinyue snatched the notepad paper back and folded it carefully. “It’s not a name; the term ‘Qing Qing’ means ‘beloved.'”

As she spoke, her face burned intensely; she clearly hadn’t thought that much when she chose the title, so why did it suddenly…

Ji Zhaohua teased, “Oh? Meaning ‘beloved,’ eh?~”

Yu Xinyue bit her lip and lightly stomped her foot. “Aunt, stop guessing wildly! I’m being perfectly upright; it really is just an ordinary song!”

“Alright, alright, whatever you say,” Ji Zhaohua saw the girl was getting anxious and laughed inwardly, stopping her teasing. “But Yueyue, where did you get this ticket? Tong Song’s tickets are not easy to get.”

Yu Xinyue thought that if she directly mentioned Qin Qing, she didn’t know where Ji Zhaohua’s imagination would wander.

She stroked the necklace hanging around her neck, changed the subject, and said, “Aunt, can you lend me some money?”

Ji Zhaohua said readily, “We’re family, why talk about lending? How much do you need?”

Yu Xinyue cautiously stated a figure.

Ji Zhaohua felt a pang of pity.

For such a small amount of money, the child had to ask to borrow; the Yin family really were terrible, pinching pennies for a perfectly good daughter like this.

“Sure, I’ll just give it to you.”

She had just pulled her bag over when she heard the word that followed—

“…Ten thousand?”

Ji Zhaohua was so startled her bag dropped to the floor. “You’re a middle school student; what do you need that much money for?”

Could her little niece really have a boyfriend?

Scumbags tricking minors, using them to swindle money from parents.

This kind of scam had been reported frequently in the news lately.

The more Ji Zhaohua thought about it, the more she felt it was highly likely; she needed to have a good talk with Yin Hongfei about the child’s education.

Yu Xinyue whispered, “I just want to use it for my own investments.”

Since the start of the millennium, Jin Country’s economy had been developing rapidly, and the market was paved with gold everywhere.

Yu Xinyue had originally thought about borrowing a little money from Ji Zhaohua to start slowly, but she felt that was too slow.

If she was going to do it, she should go big; it was better to persuade Ji Zhaohua to invest with her.

Having money naturally makes one’s back straighter; later, she could have her aunt throw the money in Yin Hongfei’s face and divorce him.

Moreover, she had a guaranteed way to make a profit.

Yu Xinyue tore off a sheet of paper and wrote a string of company names.

At the very top was Tianyu.

Ji Zhaohua scanned it nonchalantly, but after a moment, the smile faded from her face and her expression gradually became serious.

Most of these had recently gone public and were performing quite well, except for Tianyu.

“Yueyue, where did you learn about these…?”

Yu Xinyue acted spoiled. “Aunt, don’t worry about it; just buy according to this, and we’ll split the profits fifty-fifty.”

Ji Zhaohua bit her pen, her movement identical to Yu Xinyue’s. “The others are fine—I actually had a good feeling about them myself—but Tianyu isn’t doing so well.”

Tianyu Media had been losing money for years, surviving solely on life support from its parent company; no one had high hopes for it.

Ji Zhaohua felt it wasn’t a good prospect.

Yu Xinyue nodded emphatically. “Buy it!”

Tianyu would come back to life in Qin Qing’s hands; The Voice of Music would sweep across the nation, becoming the first and most successful music talent show in the country. Later, Tianyu would flourish, becoming an unshakeable leader in the industry.

Now was the perfect time to buy shares.

Ji Zhaohua clapped her hands. “Fine, then I’ll listen to you—buy it!”

After making the decision, she fell into deep thought and muttered to herself, “I remember Qin Liru wanted to give Tianyu to his daughter. What was his daughter’s name?”

“Qin…? Qing…? Qin…?”

Yu Xinyue’s body tensed, her eyes darting left and right.

Only when Ji Zhaohua gave up on trying to remember the name did she breathe a sigh of relief. After reacting, she felt stunned again—

What was she feeling guilty about?

It was just like a real secret relationship where one is afraid of parents finding out.

No one in the Yin family wanted to pursue the matter of Yu Xinyue being left at the villa; they maintained a tacit silence about it at the dinner table.

Ji Zhaohua couldn’t help but strike first. “If I hadn’t come back today, was Yueyue really supposed to walk back?”

This group of people was biased beyond measure; they didn’t even consider how scared a child would be, left alone in a pitch-black villa.

Yin Hongfei said with a cold face, “Hanhan told me about this; she was just being throwing a little tantrum at the time.”

“A little tantrum?” Ji Zhaohua let out a cold laugh. “The Young Miss’s little tantrums certainly aren’t small.”

Yin Jianghan pulled a long face, looking full of grievance.

But Ji Zhaohua remained unmoved. “An explanation must be given for this. Today she’s forbidden from riding the car; what about tomorrow? Will you not even let her eat a bite of food?”

Yin Hongfei frowned. “Don’t make it sound so ugly.”

Ji Zhaohua was fuming inwardly. “Ugly? I think your heart is blinded by lard! Letting your own niece be bullied like this—can you face your sister?”

Yin Hongfei suddenly slammed the table with a muffled thud.

“Ji Zhaohua, that’s enough! This is a matter of our Yin family!”

Ji Zhaohua wasn’t afraid of him and fired back directly, “If Xinyue weren’t here, who would want to care about your Yin family affairs? Just based on you—do you deserve my concern? Do you?”

“You!” Yin Hongfei was nearly driven to a heart attack. “You shrew!”

Ji Zhaohua was not to be outdone. “You fool!”

Aunt Xu was pacing around anxiously nearby.

They were just eating peacefully a moment ago; how did they start fighting in the blink of an eye?

Her gaze flickered to the two youngsters at the dining table; Yin Jianghan’s face was pale as she constantly twisted her hands, while the other child continued to eat her meal in silence with her head down, as if everything happening had nothing to do with her.

Aunt Xu couldn’t help but speak up. “Xinyue, say something; persuade your aunt.”

Yu Xinyue cast a fleeting glance at Aunt Xu.

Aunt Xu felt a bit guilty under that gaze and unconsciously lowered her head.

By this time, Yu Xinyue was almost full, and she cleaned her mouth unhurriedly.

“Aunt, don’t get upset; it’s not worth it.”

There was simply no need to get angry for these few people.

Ji Zhaohua felt even more indignant.

What kind of life was the poor girl living in the Yin family? Were these people blind? What a lovable girl she was.

How could they not take her to heart at all?

It was fine if their feelings for Yin Jianghan were deep.

But since they brought the child back—forgetting about compensation or anything else—was it so hard to be fair and treat everyone equally?

Perhaps Ji Zhaohua, as an outsider, could see clearly the grievances Yu Xinyue suffered, while the Yin family members were unaware of it.

Yin Hongfei coughed lightly. “Alright, alright, why argue like this? This matter was Song Wei’s fault, just driving away like that. A child throws a tantrum—does an adult not know better?”

Song Wei was a distant relative of Aunt Xu.

Hearing this, Aunt Xu opened her mouth, wanting to defend Song Wei, but she ultimately chose to keep the words in her mouth and remain silent.

People like them who worked for others didn’t have much right to speak.

Yu Xinyue spoke up: “It’s not Uncle Song’s fault; he originally wanted to wait for me.”

Aunt Xu looked up in surprise, seemingly not expecting the girl to speak up for Song Wei.

Yu Xinyue paused and glanced at Yin Jianghan. “It would have been the same for anyone.”

Yin Hongfei’s expression slowly softened. “Xinyue, what do you think of Ziyu?”

Yu Xinyue shook her head. “Not much.”

The words in Yin Hongfei’s mouth were blocked back. He thought: didn’t Hanhan say Xinyue liked Shu Ziyu?

Why did the girl look like she didn’t care at all?

“Since you don’t think much of him, don’t get too close to him in the future. After all, he and Hanhan have been engaged since they were small.”

Yu Xinyue: “Oh.”

In the future, Shu Ziyu just shouldn’t run away the moment he saw her.

Ji Zhaohua gave a cold smile. “It’s not certain yet which one the Shu family will want.”

When the engagement was made with the Yin family, the Shu family certainly wouldn’t have known that Yin Jianghan wasn’t the biological daughter. Now this matter was being kept strictly secret for fear of hindering Yin Jianghan’s happiness; not one person had considered that since Yu Xinyue returned to the Yin family, she couldn’t even get the status she originally deserved.

And that Shu Ziyu—he was definitely lusting after Yueyue’s looks and approaching her himself!

Did she not know Shu Ziyu?

One look and she knew he was a scumbag, yet Yin Jianghan treated him like a treasure.

In the past, Ji Zhaohua hadn’t seen through Yin Jianghan’s true colors and had worried herself sick for her. She had even been deeply angered by Yin Jianghan because of Shu Ziyu.

Now she understood: good advice can’t save a ghost determined to die. Since someone insists on throwing themselves at a scumbag, then let her be.

Yin Jianghan’s small face was pale as she put down her chopsticks. “I’m full.”

Yin Hongfei said with a stiff face, “I’m full too.”

Watching the two people who walked away in anger, Yu Xinyue and Ji Zhaohua looked at each other for a few seconds and suddenly couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The sound made Yin Hongfei’s body stiffen as he went upstairs, and Yin Jianghan even jogged back to her room, closing the door with a “bang.”

It seemed they had been poked in a sore spot.

Ji Zhaohua took a sip of clear tea. “Great, I almost couldn’t eat with those two sitting here!”

Yu Xinyue: “Aunt, thank you.”

Ji Zhaohua stroked the child’s head. “Thank you for what? Aren’t we family? Why be so polite?”

“Aunt, why are you so good to me?”

Ji Zhaohua smiled gently. “You’re a good child and you deserve to be treated this way.”

Yu Xinyue widened her eyes slightly.

Her eyes were very moist, and she didn’t know why.

“Thank you, Aunt, really thank you…”

Yu Xinyue bit her lip hard.

In this instant, she really wanted to tell Ji Zhaohua about the hardships of the next twenty years—how in the time to come, she would be betrayed again and again, never cherished in the Yin family, and never treated well. How hard she worked, how disappointed she was, and how in one midnight after another, she would sob uncontrollably with sorrow, missing her aunt who had passed away early.

But her lips remained sealed.

Over all these years, she had become accustomed to bearing everything silently, hiding all her thoughts within silence.

While the two were talking, Aunt Xu brought Song Wei over.

Song Wei sincerely apologized to Yu Xinyue; he was living a hard life in the cracks, and driving away was a helpless move.

Yu Xinyue smiled and didn’t take the matter to heart.

She wasn’t like Yin Jianghan, dividing people into classes and venting anger on those who were weaker.

Perhaps it was precisely because she once was a weak person too.

Tong Song’s concert was tomorrow.

Yu Xinyue lay in bed, putting the ticket under her pillow. After a while, she couldn’t help but take it out to look, put it back in its original place, and then took it out again a few minutes later.

Her heart was surging, and she tossed and turned.

It must be because she was going to hear her idol play the piano—that’s why she was so excited!

She covered her head with the quilt and rolled around on the bed several times. Unable to sleep, she climbed up to continue checking Xingjue’s accounts.

This was a long and energy-consuming task; she was getting dizzy looking at it. Suddenly she thought: just as Qin Qing and Qin Xuanhuang took over the company from their father, Ji Fu would surely directly manage one or two companies as training.

If she could find the work he was directly responsible for, it should be easier to catch him in a mistake.

Toppling the great mountain of Xingjue was by no means easy, but if the target was just Ji Fu, the difficulty would drop by several levels.

Yu Xinyue entered the Xingjue “Back Garden” once more.

Her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, and sure enough, she discovered the company Ji Fu was currently managing: Qingshuo.

It was also an entertainment company, and it seemed to be operating quite well, flourishing.

But Ji Fu wasn’t the type of person who would do business honestly.

Yu Xinyue hacked into Qingshuo Entertainment and searched around, but she still didn’t find any evidence.

She rubbed her throbbing temples, feeling a bit disappointed. When she was about to close the webpage, she suddenly saw a familiar name—Chen Ziyu.

Wasn’t that the female celebrity who looked a bit like Qin Qing?

So she was one of Ji Fu’s people.

Lately, this celebrity seemed to be quite popular.

Looking closely, Qingshuo had several other newly signed artists who weren’t famous now, but would become household names through The Voice of Music.

Searching for the Voice of Music…

Yu Xinyue tapped the keyboard lightly, staring at the screen lost in thought.

After a while, she turned the page to a place with Chen Ziyu’s photo.

Staring at the face on the screen for a while, she thought to herself: she’s far inferior to Qin Qing, like clouds and mud.

But she still stared at Chen Ziyu for a long time, until sleepiness surged up. She turned off the computer and lay back in bed.

She propped her hands behind her head, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.

Tomorrow… if she could see Qin Qing tomorrow, how should she thank her?

Will she run into her tomorrow?