Chapter 070: She's No Childish Little Girl
"Oh, K1, you finally deigned to come back?"
When Ye Fuli returned to the shabby shack in the slums, she found He Ying waiting there long ago.
He Ying drove a newly purchased Ferrari plastered with stickers of anime girls with pink hair, making it garishly colorful and unforgettable at a glance.
As for He Ying herself today, her outfit remained as extravagant as ever, her head adorned with countless pink hair clips.
Who knew how much this girl actually loved pink…
Ye Fuli glanced at her once before ignoring her completely.
He Ying looked utterly shocked, abandoning her lollipop as she waved frantically.
"Hey! K1, what's the deal? Aren't you inviting me in?"
Seeing Ye Fuli genuinely had no intention of inviting her, she hurried after her, extending her still-unhealed leg to block the doorway.
Ye Fuli stared at her expressionlessly. "What do you want?"
"I came to talk about the boxing match—you know, the fifty million one, heh!"
At the mention of "fifty million," Ye Fuli's hand tightening the door relaxed slightly.
Seizing the moment, He Ying quickly slipped inside.
Ye Fuli sat on the sofa like a queen.
He Ying, who had come to ask for a favor, instinctively picked up the broom and dustpan from the corner and began cleaning.
While sweeping, she shared the intelligence she'd gathered.
"Jacqueline hosted an underground boxing match at Eagle's place recently and crowned a new champion—someone named… Mei Chuan Xiangzi?"
"Damn! Honestly, I hate those fighters from Japan the most. If she dares show up this time, we'll beat the crap out of her—or else she can just pack her bags and leave."
"Oh, and wanna see a pic of that old hag?"
Yefuri shook her head.
She knew this champion from Japan.
In her past life, they'd crossed paths on the same ring. She'd witnessed this fighter's cunning and viciousness firsthand—many boxers had fallen victim to her tricks.
She had a delicate face, but her punches were powerful and brutal, catching opponents off guard.
Ye Fuli had also fallen victim to her tactics once, but after just one fight, she had figured out her patterns and devised several counter-strategies in her mind.
This time around, Ye Fuli had no intention of fighting her herself.
"Do you still have Black Spider's contact info?"
"Huh? That… our defeated opponent?"
"Yes, give me her contact info." Ye Fuli pulled out her phone, searched through her contacts, and found Black Spider's number in her blocked list. "Never mind, I don't need it."
He Ying: "Huh?"
Ye Fuli didn't even look up. "Sweep the floor, take out the trash, and buy some groceries on your way back."
He Ying flared up: "Hey! I'm not your maid!"
"Fifty million. You still want it?"
At the mention of "fifty million," He Ying snorted, maintaining her look of disgust as she continued sweeping. "A measly fifty million, and you expect the third young miss of the He family to be your slave? Pfft!"
She muttered to herself for a moment.
She timidly asked again, "K1, what would you like to eat? Same as usual—a live king crab?"
"Either is fine. I'm not picky."
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The Ye residence.
Ye Zhen had slept for a full day and night in her room before finally opening the door.
Her stomach growled loudly, clearly signaling intense hunger.
She didn't call on the system to air-drop food.
Now that she was home, she'd let this electronic pet rest for a while too.
As soon as she sat downstairs, she heard her father's voice: "Did you sleep well, Zhenzhen?"
"Mm."
In the kitchen, the housekeeper hurriedly took the cake out of the oven and presented it to Ye Zhen, arranging it neatly before her.
Next, various snacks, pastries, and steaming hot dishes were brought out one tray after another.
The long dining table was packed full, all of Ye Zhen's favorites.
Yet Ye Zhen felt no appetite.
It was strange—she was clearly hungry…
Why did she suddenly feel like she didn't want to eat?
"Stop being so dramatic! I've put up with you all day, Ye Zhen." Seeing her listless appearance, Mrs. Ye's temper flared again. "Look at yourself! Do you even resemble a human being? What kind of young lady from a respectable family looks like you—hair all over the place, sleeping all day long!"
Ye Dad slammed his hand hard on the table.
Seeing the look on her husband's face, Mrs. Ye swallowed her anger and fell silent.
Father Ye sighed. "Eat first. After you finish, we have something to discuss with you."
"I have something to discuss with you too."
Ye Zhen lifted her head to look at her haggard father.
In that moment, she had truly resolved to let go of everything. She spoke slowly, "Let's get a paternity test done."
Mrs. Ye's face froze.
She hadn't dared bring this up herself, yet Ye Zhen did?
Talking about the very thing no one wanted to discuss.
Ye Dad instantly tensed up: "Zhenzhen, can we just let this matter rest?"
Ye Zhen shook her head. "Let's get the test done. It'll be better for all of us."
After all, facts speak louder than words.
Then, the Ye parents' attention would surely shift away from her.
"Ye! Zhen!"
Ye Dad broke down, jumping to his feet.
"What test? You are our daughter! You are our only daughter! This will never change, do you understand?"
Ye Zhen lifted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him. "But I really am not your biological daughter. I don't look like you, and I'm not smart either, am I?"
Mrs. Ye snorted. "How could someone who scored so well not be smart? I heard that genius Ye Fuli failed her exams, and you did better than her."
You little minx, just say you want praise.
As her mother, she'd already prepared a generous reward for her academic achievement.
Spend some money to make her happy, and this whole thing will blow over.
Mrs. Ye believed she understood the tricks of appeasing children.
At that moment, Ye Zhen turned her gaze back to Mrs. Ye: "I don't look like either of you. That's just a fact."
"Zhenzhen, must you hurt your parents like this?"
The middle-aged man's eyes were red with sorrow.
He pressed his hand to his forehead and sat back down.
In that instant, he seemed to have aged ten years.
Ye Zhen's heart wasn't made of stone either. Seeing this scene, her chest tightened with unease, and she could only avert her gaze for a moment.
"Enough, Ye Zhen. You've made a scene long enough." Mrs. Ye opened her handbag, pulled out a pre-prepared check, and slid it across the table.
"Here's twenty million. Consider it a reward. Spend it however you like."
"Additionally, I've arranged several downtown commercial properties for you. All the rental income will be yours."
"Later, I'll commission a golden statue for you. The budget is one hundred million. You can choose the design yourself."
Such staggering wealth had once been Ye Zhen's wildest dream.
Yet now, it felt like a hot potato in her hands.
What she wanted now was no longer money.
"Please take these things back. I don't really need them." Ye Zhen stood up and asked, "May I go out for a walk?"
"No." Her parents refused in unison.
"Oh, I see. Well, alright then."
Ye Zhen smiled faintly, offering no resistance. She simply turned and walked toward her room.
Staring at the untouched delicacies on the table, Ye's parents fell silent.
Their daughter seemed more obedient now, yet somehow more distant.
Where exactly did the problem lie?
What could they do to earn Zhenzhen's forgiveness?
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Inside the room.
Ye Zhen had the system deliver some food.
She wasn't about to risk her stomach—eat when she should, drink when she should!
Starve herself out of spite?
She wasn't that kind of childish little girl.
Throwing a tantrum? Just putting on a show. She'd never actually starve herself.
After eating her fill, Ye Zhen settled into the executive chair, booted up her computer, downloaded a few thrilling little games, and began playing them with relish.
The door was already locked from the inside.
Still, she slipped on her headphones, savoring the sweet voices of the in-game characters calling out "Onii-chan."
Before she knew it, evening had fallen.
A breeze blew in through the balcony window, scattering the workbooks scattered across Ye Zhen's desk.
Completely absorbed in her games, Ye Zhen didn't notice someone climbing over the balcony railing, carrying a box of spicy king crab takeout, and walking in…