The Hidden Heiress Is a Secret Big Shot

Qingwu flapped her hand to fan the air. The roses in the manor were blooming all the way, with a rich fragrance.

Pei Jue parked the car under the Ruihua Building as Qingwu had said, "Is it here? I'm not familiar with the terrain around here."

Qingwu nodded, "Yes, it's here. I'll transfer the fare to you."

Pei Jue chuckled, taking out his phone and handing it to Qingwu, "Add me as a WeChat friend, then transfer it to me."

Qingwu scanned his QR code and, picking up her backpack, got out of the car.

Pei Jue watched her back as she jogged into the office building and swiped in with an employee card.

There are many companies in the Ruihua Building. Was she an employee here?

Qingwu sensed something, turning back to see Pei Jue standing by the car watching her.

He stood in the light, elegant and cultured, with a graceful demeanor, completely unlike a top assassin walking on the edge of death.

Pei Jue waved at her with a gentle smile on his face, looking more like a noble scion than the eldest brother of the Shen family.

Qingwu's face turned slightly red, and she hurried into the elevator.

Pei Jue watched Qingwu leave, then took out his phone and dialed his secretary, "The Ruihua Building can be my property. Give me all the company and employee information here."

"Yes, President Pei. I will purchase the Ruihua Building for you immediately."

...

Qingwu went all the way to the top floor and found a studio with no nameplate.

Ji Qiurong was overjoyed to see her and came up to her, "Boss, you're here."

Qingwu handed him the design draft in her hand, "Use Agent No. 3 and No. 5, with a 70-30 ratio, then use Agent No. 8 for five minutes."

"Got it!"

"Boss, our new store has settled in Changrong Mall under Changrong Industrial. Do you want to have a look?"

Changrong Mall houses some top-tier blue-blood brands, famous as a top luxury center in Beijing. Many sold-out bags and shoes outside can be found in Changrong Mall.

Suddenly, the face of the Shen family elder brother flashed in Qingwu's mind. Changrong Mall was also his property.

"No, from now on, give a 10% profit concession from the sales in Changrong Mall to the Changrong Group."

Ji Qiurong was stunned. That was a 10% concession!

With Master Ye Yi's designed products, even a 10% share was a sky-high price.

Was the president of the Changrong Group the one who saved the boss's life in a past life?

"Do as I say."

"Yes, boss."

...

Shen Family Old Residence

Mrs. Shen covered herself with a white-washed blanket, listening to Shen Yurou's lament while sitting in the rocking chair.

"Grandma, they are too much. The first time I saw that Qingwu, I felt uneasy all over, as if something was wrong. But my parents and brothers were all charmed by her, and they didn't listen to me at all."

"Grandma, where is there a place for us in this house anymore, boo hoo."

Mrs. Shen opened her eyes, the corners full of wrinkles slightly drooping, looking hard to deal with.

"Are you serious? Do you think Qingwu looks ominous?"

Shen Yurou was a maiden the Bodhisattva sent to her. If she felt Qingwu was ominous, she certainly wouldn't let Qingwu into the family.

Shen Yurou kept nodding, "She even made my brothers scold me, chased me out without dinner, and said she was the only daughter of the Shen family."

Mrs. Shen snorted coldly.

"The only daughter? If I don't acknowledge her, she has no right to enter the Shen family."

Shen Yurou's face was full of secret joy.

...

As soon as Qingwu stepped into the Shen family gate, several tall maidservants blocked her way.

"Miss Qingwu, the old lady asked to see you."

Qingwu nodded and followed the maidservants.

Mrs. Shen usually lived in the old residence and did not stay with the Shen family members. Apart from the four sons visiting her during festivals, they usually had no contact.

This was because Mrs. Shen didn't like Zuo Wanjun and always put on a sour face when she saw her, so the men of the Shen family reduced their meetings with her.

The maidservants led Qingwu into the old residence of the Shen family and pointed coldly to the bench in the garden, "Miss Qingwu, please wait here."

After saying this, they turned and left.

The garden was quite old. The bench was obviously an artifact, not meant for sitting.

It was rusty and muddy, tottering precariously.

Qingwu knew that this was Mrs. Shen's intimidation, intended to stand up for Shen Yurou.

She didn't mind. The Lin couple used to make her stand as punishment to stick up for Lin Xuecheng.

Qingwu stood in the garden, thinking about the Love Orphanage case.

Who on earth took the dean away?

Shen Yurou opened the curtain, looking at Qingwu standing in the courtyard, her lips curling into a smile, "Grandma has her way. If she stands all the time, her legs will surely get sore."

Mrs. Shen's Buddha beads rolled in her hand, her eyes not even lifting, "You said she doesn't know the rules. Indeed, she's unruly. I asked her to sit, not forcing her to stand. Who is she showing it to? It makes it seem like I'm abusing her, disgraceful."

Shen Yurou obediently said, "Grandma is right."

One hour later.

Qingwu still stood in the courtyard like a statue, not moving an inch.

She kept replaying today's events at the Love Orphanage in her mind, sketching over and over, retracing every visit from the assassins' perspectives, reconstructing the scene.

Qingwu slowly opened her eyes. She found it!

The Blue Whale Organization had predicted not only her presence but also Pei Jue's; those assassins were merely a decoy.

A maidservant stood behind Qingwu, "Miss Qingwu, please go in."

Qingwu nodded and walked into the small building where Mrs. Shen lived.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, showing no fatigue or soreness from standing for an hour. Instead, every gesture was filled with nobility.

Mrs. Shen squinted at Qingwu, showing disgust, "No manners, come back when you've learned the rules. My granddaughters are only Yurou and Shaojia. Don't think some random nobody can be my granddaughter."

Qingwu observed Mrs. Shen for a moment, then said, "May I ask, do you have some mental issues?"

Mrs. Shen: "..."

She suddenly opened her eyes, throwing the Buddha beads in her hand out in rage.

Qingwu deftly dodged them, and the beads shattered on the ground.

Mrs. Shen roared, "Go learn the rules! Don't come back if you don't learn them. Calling me crazy with your first words, I'd like to see how a wild girl like you can enter the Shen family."

The maidservants stopped Qingwu, "Please, Miss Qingwu."

The tutors Mrs. Shen invited to teach manners were a group of old nuns, stern and rigid. It was impossible to please them.

Qingwu wouldn't dream of returning to the Shen family in under three to five days, and even if she did, she'd be skinned alive.

One hour later.

The four sons of the Shen family arrived from different directions, surrounding Mrs. Shen's small building.

Shen Jishi, "Elder brother, how long has sister been inside? I said long ago that she shouldn't have to deal with this old witch."

Shen Boyi, "I forgot to tell sister, let's barge in and take her away, don't let her be wronged. I'll explain to Grandma."

The next moment, a group of old nuns personally escorted Qingwu out.

Their faces even bore rare smiles!

"The young lady is amazing; her etiquette reached royal standards. The old lady sends us to teach her, yet we are the ones who are awed."

"The old lady said the young lady could leave once she learned well, but we unanimously agreed the young lady needs no teaching. In fact, we need more learning."

"Seeing off the young lady."

Qingwu nodded to them, her demeanor elegant and dignified, exuding nobility.

"Elder brother, why are you all here?"

The four sons of the Shen family breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her emerge unscathed.

Shen Boyi, "Let's go home, sister. You need not engage with Grandma; she's old and mentally unstable."

Qingwu nodded, having preliminarily diagnosed that Mrs. Shen's mental state was indeed poor, likely due to long-term use of hallucinogenic drugs with evident aftereffects.

Shen Yurou frantically watched the four sons of the Shen family take Qingwu away.

"Grandma, why did they just leave? They don't care anything about you!"

Mrs. Shen, listening to the old nuns' praises of Qingwu ringing in her ears, was so furious that her head hurt, and she fainted on the spot.