The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot
Chapter 586 - 586 511 Endless Disguises Groups Favorite God Ying 2

Chapter 586: 511 Endless Disguises, Group’s Favorite God Ying [2 More Chapters] Chapter 586: 511 Endless Disguises, Group’s Favorite God Ying [2 More Chapters] Second Heir: Huo Tengfei

Third Heir: Ren Xiao

Fourth Heir: Wen Fengmian

Fifth Heir: Qu Xuan

Among the five heirs, not a single one bears the Ji surname at first glance.

Of course, the Ji family members all knew that Wen Fengmian was surnamed Ji, a member of the Ji family.

Even so, it allowed non-Ji surnamed individuals to occupy four-fifths of the positions.

Not a single member of the Ji family wanted to see this ratio.

Although it is said that those not bearing the Ji surname who joined the Ji family pledged never to betray it,

Should they betray, the consequences would be relentless pursuit until death.

Backed by the Ancient Martial World, the Ji family has not seen any traitor emerge over these years.

But who knows what the future holds?

“You all have seen it for yourselves,” the president pushed up his glasses and sighed, “In these past five or six years, the people of our Ji family have actually fallen behind in scientific research, with 70% of the research contributions made by the talents we recruited.”

“The heirs must be under fifty years of age, listed on the Merit List, and then ranked according to their contributions to research; that is how the list was determined.”

The hall was silent.

Ji Yihang was also silent, not speaking.

He remembered very clearly the island accident that Wen Fengmian had gone through, which resulted in the death of five Ji family researchers.

These five researchers were the elite of the Ji family at the time.

If Wen Fengmian had truly died in that island accident, none of the five chosen heirs today would have been from the Ji family.

“President,” a middle-aged man at the long table raised his head and asked in return, “Isn’t there a rule giving priority to Ji family members in inheriting the Ji family and the Research Institute?”

What is it to have individuals not surnamed Ji inherit the Ji family?

The Inner Court may grant these people high status and position, but the right of inheritance?

The president paused for a few seconds before saying, “This is the intention of the Main House.”

At this moment, a senior elder also spoke up: “For the Main House, they only need research, not the surname.”

Another silence followed.

That statement was a fact.

With the Ancient Martial World present, ordinary people could only submit.

Even if the Ji family’s surname changes in the future, they still wouldn’t dare to defy the Ancient Martial World.

“This is not the final ranking,” the president said as he distributed another batch of documents, “At the end of the year, we will have a final vote, and members of the Main House will also attend.”

“If there is anyone from your faction among these heirs, remember to tell them.”

Huo Tengfei, Ren Xiao, and Qu Xuan, the three nominated heirs, all belonged to several factions and were also sons-in-law of the Ji family.

Yan Ruoxue was the only exception.

But only Yan Ruoxue had extensive connections in O continent.

In terms of scientific research, many core data and experimental materials are tightly controlled by several major international powers.

Without connections, if these powers choose to block access to this information and materials, the Ji family’s research will come to a halt.

Another reason the senior elders chose Yan Ruoxue as the first heir was that her niece, Yan Anhe, was a member of the Pill Alliance and might become the apprentice of Lin Qingjia in the future.

Ji Yihang took the documents home and told Madam Ji about the meeting.

Madam Ji frowned, “Does Yan Ruoxue have such a wide network of connections as Yaoyao?”

If it were before, Yan Ruoxue would indeed qualify as the Ji family’s foremost young talent.

But ever since Ying Zijin came to the Ji family, she was able to casually produce invites precious to even the Ancient Martial World, along with numerous rare experimental materials.

Madam Ji truly did not know whom Ying Zijin was acquainted with.

But what she could be sure of was that anyone she might choose to speak of would be an exceedingly esteemed individual.

“Definitely not,” Ji Yihang shook his head, “But this still depends on Fengmian and the others’ will. Fengmian has no interest in inheriting the Ji family; we can’t force it.”

Madam Ji nodded in agreement, “Dad said the same, we can’t keep Yaoyao trapped in the Ji family.”

“Anyway, this is not the final result,” Ji Yihang sighed softly, “There are still nearly three months left. Although my talent and intelligence are not as good as Fengmian’s, I plan to put up a fight.”

One could imagine how Yan Ruoxue would suppress them once she became heir.

Such a narrow-minded person was simply unsuitable to be the heir.

Madam Ji’s expression turned solemn, “I will help you.”

**

Elsewhere.

In a Western restaurant.

“Auntie, congratulations,” Yan Anhe smiled, “I thought that after Ji Yiyuan fell out of favor, you would definitely lose a lot of resources, but I didn’t expect the Ji family to elect you as the first heir.”

Yan Ruoxue gently sipped her red wine, swirled the glass, and said, “There was no choice. Since my scientific research achievements are the most numerous, they had to put me first.”

Wen Fengmian had returned, but in so short a time, hardly any experiments could be completed.

Yan Ruoxue was in a rare good mood, “Anhe, has Yuze finished his training? Are you not going out to enjoy yourselves this National Day? In the future, the Ji family will rely on him.”

Ning Yuze was Yan Anhe’s boyfriend.

“Auntie, he’s still a reserve team member,” Yan Anhe said shyly, “He hasn’t even met the commander. To actually join the Yi Character Team isn’t so easy.”

For the masses, the top forces in Imperial Capital were the Mu family, Nie family, and Xiu family.

But that is not the case.

For people in their circle, besides the Ancient Martial World and the Ancient medical field, the highest echelon consisted of the Di Wu Family, Ji Family, Yi Character Team, and Imperial Capital University.

The Di Wu Family here isn’t the one involved in commerce; rather, they possess the Divination Talent.

Especially the Yi Character Team, which is responsible for monitoring all the big and small families in Imperial Capital, and even connect directly with the IBI.

They wield great power.

Yan Ruoxue also smiled, “Anhe, make sure you hold on to this well.”

If they could establish relations with the Yi Character Team, they could quite literally strut across the whole Imperial Capital.

**

After parting with Yan Ruoxue, Yan Anhe returned to Imperial Capital University.

She was now a junior, and her course load was lighter than in her sophomore year.

As the president of the Student Council, Yan Anhe was well-known, and many underclassmen would greet her.

But today, the freshmen on the road were all in a hurry, running in the same direction, and a few even accidentally bumped into Yan Anhe.

Frowning, Yan Anhe followed and saw a crowd gathered ahead, densely packed.

There were also many people holding up support cards, each with different words.

[God Ying, notice me!]

[God Ying, God Ying, forever my god!]

Just as Zuo Li had predicted, as soon as Ying Zijin left the principal’s office, she was spotted by the students at Imperial Capital University.

She was instantly surrounded, making escape impossible.

At first, the security guards thought it was a mass disturbance on campus, but when they realized it was Ying Zijin, they were both amused and exasperated.

One of the security uncles took advantage of the situation to get an autograph for his high-school daughter and went away delighted.

Imperial Capital University’s forum was also abuzz.

[Freshly served God Ying, I got a frontal photo! Totally awesome, with those looks, who else can compete!]

[Got the autograph, God Ying’s handwriting is unbelievably beautiful. Could it be that God Ying has practiced calligraphy?]

[Aaaaah, I’m stuck in calculus, can’t get out, sisters, help me snatch an autograph, please please, a hefty reward for you. ]

[Setting up a stall, helping to snatch autographs, no charge, just remember to vote for me at [web link], I’m Lu Qing Feng from the 02 Performance class of the junior year at the Imperial Capital Drama Academy. ]

[Crap, what are you guys from the neighboring Drama Academy doing here???]

[What, I’m going to join Chuguang Media in the future, can’t I meet my future boss ahead of time?]

The freshmen at Imperial Capital University: “…”

Miscalculation.

They had nearly forgotten that Ying Zijin was the boss of Chuguang Media.

The competition seemed a little too fierce.

And with that, the forum ignited with discussions.

Ying Zijin was unaware of what was happening on the forum.

She rubbed her wrist and glanced at the students behind her looking at her with starry eyes.

The queue had already stretched to the east gate of Imperial Capital University.

This was the activity center, five hundred meters away from the east gate.

Ying Zijin: “…”

She finally knew what it felt like to have a sore hand.

She had never felt this way even when fighting and beating people up.

The first girl in line was very understanding, “God Ying, you can rest a while; I have no classes this afternoon, no rush.”

Ying Zijin nodded, unscrewing her water bottle to take a sip.

Her phone lit up at just the right time with a WeChat message from Fu Yunshen.

[Kid, should I pick you up tonight?]

Ying Zijin tapped a few times with her left hand.

[Too tired to move.]

[Ah, let your brother do the moving for you, just sit back and be good.]

“…”

Ying Zijin emotionlessly switched off the phone, then picked up the pen, signed her name, and handed it to the girl.

The girl, who inadvertently saw that the contact name was only a pig emoji, was puzzled: “???”

She left with the autograph, her face full of confusion.

She was deeply impacted and mourned the loss.

Taking out her phone, the girl logged into Weibo and swiftly accessed the “Divine Medicine Couple” super-topic, posting a new status.

[Sisters, wuwuwu, what should I do, God Ying has a pig, and it’s not our President Fu.]

[What what what?]

The comments below were filled with ear emoji packs.

The girl didn’t respond, still immersed in the pain of her favorite couple breaking up.

The students didn’t even notice Yan Anhe; those who hadn’t made it to the front of the line were still busy memorizing words from their IELTS vocabulary book.

Yan Anhe pursed her lips, and unable to tolerate it any longer, she spoke up, “It’s a weekday, school hours, and you’re all here causing a traffic jam. How is this acceptable?”

The previously lively and cheerful atmosphere came to an abrupt halt.

The students were somewhat stunned and looked over.

Ying Zijin lifted her head.

“Ying Zijin, it’s true you’re the top scorer of the college entrance exam, but does that give a freshman the right to completely disregard the school rules?” Yan Anhe took out her work manual and spoke indifferently, “Which department are you from? I’ll report this to your department head.”