The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 163: Chapter 159: Boss Ying Completely Overwhelms [1 Update]

The envelope and the paper inside were waterproof, but they were made of paper after all.

No sooner had it drifted into the furnace than it had turned to ash, leaving not even debris behind.

But that did not include one letter.

This last letter thrown in remained intact.

The envelope was surrounded by flames, yet they could not even curl one of its edges.

Seeing this, the butler first froze, then as if realizing something, he immediately fetched tools to extinguish the fire.

He then put on gloves and carefully retrieved the letter.

Upon closer inspection, the butler found that not only was the envelope unharmed, but it was also free of any dust, leaving him both baffled and frightened.

He was responsible for managing the exterior of the Lorentz Castle and received dozens of traditional letters daily.

These were mostly from the fervent fans outside, which the members of the Lorentz family had stopped looking at after a few views.

They said that such letters should just be burned upon receipt in the future.

For truly important matters, such an archaic method of communication would not be used.

Burning letters had become a daily habit for the butler.

But encountering something like today was a first for him.

He had never heard of paper that could not even be burnt by fire.

What if it was some kind of toxic substance?

It would be bad if it harmed the young masters and ladies of the estate.

As the butler hesitated whether to submit the letter, footsteps sounded from the Great Hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice came from behind him, “Give me the letter in your hand.”

The butler snapped out of his thoughts and turned around, only to not recognize the newcomer.

However, he noticed the golden fleur-de-lis embroidered on the sleeve of the visitor’s clothing.

The golden fleur-de-lis was the symbol of the Lorentz Bank.

Only the core servants inside the castle would carry such a symbol.

The butler hurriedly handed over the letter.

“Good,” the young servant said, taking the letter and sighing softly, “I knew you’d still burn the letters, so we used nanomaterials.”

The butler, confused and afraid, ventured, “You mean…”

“It’s none of your concern,” the young servant waved off, “Go on with your duties.”

After carefully pocketing the envelope, he left the Great Hall and passed through the adjacent garden, heading towards the innermost part of the estate.

Naturally, the butler did not dare to follow.

He could be considered an old servant of the Lorentz family, having worked for thirteen years, but to this day, he was not allowed access to the castle’s innermost sanctum.

It was said that the real power holder of the Lorentz family lived there.

Not just him, even other family members could not enter without permission.

Therefore, this letter must also be intended for the true power holder.

With that thought, the butler broke out in a cold sweat.

Thank goodness the letter was safe; otherwise, no number of lives would suffice.

**

Hua Country.

Shanghai City.

Two o’clock in the afternoon.

Inside a top-tier styling salon.

This salon serviced only the socialites and rich ladies and was being booked exclusively for the first time today.

In the store, makeup artists, beauticians, hair stylists, and other technicians bustled about with numerous tools in hand.

Ying Zijin sat in front of the makeup mirror, expressionless.

Behind her were the students of Class 19 and Elder Zhong.

She had no intention of talking to any of them, nor did she want to recall how she had been dragged here.

After she finished teaching biology to Class 19 in the morning, she had fallen asleep on the desk at noon. Before she even woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl from class had pulled her away, inviting her to try a newly released dessert.

Instead of the dessert shop, Ying Zijin saw the smiling Elder Zhong waiting for her, accompanied by a bunch of eager stylists.

And then she was pressed into this chair.

“Miss Zijin, you really have good skin,” the makeup artist admired the girl enviously, “I was thinking of exfoliation and photo-whitening for you, but it seems unnecessary now.”

Picking up a nearby mask, she couldn’t wait to start, “I’ll give you a hydrating treatment for a better makeup application.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ying Zijin yawned and, recalling her recent late nights, nodded in agreement.

After the hydrating step was finished, the makeup artist rolled over the cosmetics cart and asked, “Miss Zijin, what style of makeup would you like? Forest-themed? Or perhaps Bohemian?”

Ying Zijin: “Please do a ‘Sai-Ma-Tai’ makeup look for me.”

Makeup Artist: “…”

Old Master Zhong who listened carefully as well: “…”

When Ying Zijin saw Old Master Zhong clutching his chest, displaying an expression of heartache from the mirror, she paused and reluctantly changed her request: “Baroque.”

The Baroque makeup style has a strong vintage feel and is only popular in O Continent.

Because even if the facial features are a bit flat or imperfect, applying Baroque makeup can look unnatural.

The makeup artist had been working here for several years and had only encountered two requests for Baroque makeup, causing her to almost forget this style.

But truly, there was no makeup style more suitable for the girl in front of her than Baroque.

Understated, luxurious, noble, mysterious.

The makeup artist’s eyes lit up with inspiration, and she immediately got to work.

“The gala dress is here!” Half an hour later, Xiu Yu carried in a large box from outside, “Daddy Ying, look, I bought several for you, you can pick one.”

As she said this, she opened the box and took out each dress for Ying Zijin to see.

There was a seablue princess gown, a vintage little black dress, and an embroidered cheongsam.

Each dress was custom-made and priced at over a million.

Ying Zijin let out a slow breath, “Is there one that doesn’t show arms or legs and preferably covers the neck too?”

The young brother scratched his head, clueless: “Huh? Only an Arabian robe would fit that description, I guess.”

Xiu Yu: “…”

She just had to cover up her good figure, which even a girl like her found heartbreaking to witness.

Although Daddy Ying wearing an Arabian robe would still dominate in looks and presence.

Xiu Yu could only put the gala dresses back into the box, feeling helpless.

Just then, an employee ran in with a gift box in hand: “Miss Zijin, someone sent this for you.”

Ying Zijin was still getting her makeup done, so Xiu Yu helped to open it.

Inside was a set of black formal attire, but not a dress.

Xiu Yu could tell at a glance that just the top of the ensemble was worth over ten million.

With the diamonds and other materials on the outfit, the total price definitely exceeded a hundred million.

Such a grand gesture, who sent it?

Though Xiu Yu was curious, she didn’t ask, “Daddy Ying, as it happens, this attire suits your preferences. After you finish with makeup, I’ll help you put it on.”

**

Great Hall in Shanghai City.

The concert was set to start at seven o’clock, but fans began lining up at four in the afternoon, many attending Ying Luwei’s performance for the first time. They were eager to get inside when the doors opened at six.

Backstage.

Ying Luwei was doing her makeup in front of a mirror but didn’t look happy.

She had an appointment with a styling salon, but just a few hours before, they informed her they could no longer provide their services.

Even after she offered more money, the salon didn’t change their decision.

With such a last-minute issue, she couldn’t find another makeup artist and had to do it herself.

Zhong Manhua was beside her, visibly anxious and fretful.

She’d all along tried to evade anything related to Ying Zijin.

Lately, Verdant had not been calling her, which had been a relief.

But then Luwei dropped this bombshell on her.

Zhong Manhua found out the full story only after arriving at the Great Hall, and it was too late to leave.

She was also pained by the thought of numerous distinguished guests attending and the real-time broadcast online.

Zhong Manhua had thought that Luwei wanted to offer Zijin a chance to mingle with socialites and rich ladies, in which case she could have declined right away.

Unexpectedly, it was Zijin who wanted to come.

“Sister-in-law, do you feel unwell?” Luwei had been watching Zhong Manhua out of the corner of her eye and asked casually, “Should we go to the hospital?”

“Just a little stomachache,” Zhong Manhua wouldn’t admit her reluctance to see Zijin perform, “It’s nothing serious.”

“You should take good care of your health, sister-in-law,” Luwei finished her makeup and stood up, “The concert is about to begin. Let me take you to your seat.”

Upon hearing those words, Zhong Manhua subconsciously clenched her handbag’s strap.

As they walked towards the exit, they bumped into a foreigner.

“You must be Mr. Bart?” Luwei was initially startled but then delighted, and spoke in English, “I am honored that you would grace my concert. After the performance, could you offer me some guidance?”

“Do I know you?” Bart, who was dragged here by Berg, was already in a bad mood and had no patience for pleasantries with Luwei. He ignored her and looked behind her, “What about the other performer? Hasn’t she arrived yet?”