The Hidden Heiress Is a Secret Big Shot

Old Zhou coughed twice and, thinking of the task the elder had given him, whispered softly, "Miss, have the Lin Family parents treated you well?

Qingwu raised her head lightly, her gaze calm, yet somehow it made Old Zhou feel like he was being pricked in the back.

The young lady was only eighteen, but why did her eyes make him feel more intimidated than his own old head?

He felt completely seen through by her as if he were transparent.

Qingwu withdrew her gaze and looked at the design draft in her hand, her lashes dark as crow feathers.

Sensing Old Zhou's concern, she replied softly, "It's okay. Old Zhou, how is the scenery in Qingshan County? I haven't been there yet."

"Ah? Qingshan County? Miss Shaojia is indeed doing research there, overseeing a 2000-acre chicken farm. It was the staff from the research institute who called you last time. If you're interested, we can arrange for you to visit next time. But we're not going there; your family is waiting for you at home in Beijing."

Beijing, the political and economic center of Hua Country, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. Buying a house in Beijing for the entire family, even if just a small one, would cost a fortune.

Yesterday, Lin Xuecheng wanted to buy a house in Beijing due to her university plans but was rejected by Lin Jingsheng, who claimed the investment was not worth it.

He said that besides money, buying a house of one's choice in Beijing also required connections!

Lin Jingsheng had the money and connections to barely qualify as the richest person in one of Ning City's smallest districts.

It was previously thanks to Qingwu, who, out of respect for Madam Lin, secretly gave him a lot of resources; otherwise, Lin Jingsheng wouldn't even be able to afford a villa now.

But that title of richest might not last long!

...

In the Lin Family villa, after sending Qingwu off, the three of them sat in the living room together.

Lin Xuecheng hesitated, "Mom. If in the future, sister doesn't live well and gets tired of feeding chickens, will she come back to find us?"

Qian Yueqiang retorted with cold indignation, "Let me tell you, sweetheart, in the future, we should stay away from her. People of our status and those farmers are not in the same class, okay?"

Lin Xuecheng worried that if the Lin Family saw Qingwu living miserably, they might mercifully take her back.

Hearing Qian Yueqiang's words, Lin Xuecheng felt relieved.

"Then a helicopter flew over just now, it shouldn't have been sister, right?"

Lin Jingsheng affectionately tweaked Lin Xuecheng's nose, smiling, "What a joke! That was the latest combat helicopter, and as soon as this technology was developed, how could Qingwu's family possibly have access to it? She's definitely taking a bus, probably bouncing along the road right now."

As if joking, meeting someone who could ride such a helicopter was something Lin Jingsheng wouldn't experience in his lifetime.

If it were true, he might as well fry fish for Qingwu with his bare hands.

"Then they..."

Qian Yueqiang interrupted discontentedly, "Didn't your father say? She must be taking a bus back, all dusty and unlucky-looking, so in the afternoon, I will take you shopping, buy plenty of jewelry and clothes for my precious daughter!"

Lin Xuecheng smiled sweetly, snuggling into Qian Yueqiang's arms, "I also want Ye Yi's new collection!"

With a single piece of Master Ye Yi's design, even a small handkerchief could allow Lin Xuecheng to have her way in the socialite circle.

Qian Yueqiang agreed without hesitation.

The maid entered with a package, "Sir, your package has arrived."

Lin Jingsheng received so many documents and packages daily that he couldn't remember them.

Opening it, he was dumbfounded by its content!

Inside were two paternity test reports.

One, between him and his daughter Lin Xuecheng.

The other between his wife, Qian Yueqiang, and their daughter, Lin Xuecheng.

The results of these two reports proved Lin Xuecheng was Qian Yueqiang's daughter but not Lin Jingsheng's!

Lin Jingsheng's hand trembled as he stared at the words and numbers, feeling as if his head were turning green.

"What is going on?!"

Qian Yueqiang hurried over to see the two documents and suddenly recalled what Qingwu said when she left, about the gift she was giving them...

This damned girl had to reveal the secret hidden for over a decade—truly vicious!

Qian Yueqiang gritted her teeth, "Honey, it must be that wretched girl Qingwu, this report must be a fake she had made to sow discord between you and our relationship. Paternity tests require a lot of money, and I never gave her any pocket money, so where would she get it?"

"She just wants to live miserably on her own and wanted to harm Xuecheng before she left!"

"Honey, Xuecheng resembles you so much, you can't doubt her, or you'd fall for the trick!"

Beside them, Lin Xuecheng wept like a pear blossom, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Jingsheng looked at her somewhat skeptically, but he did see his own shadow in Lin Xuecheng's face.

He also didn't believe Qingwu could afford to arrange for paternity tests covertly.

Thinking this way, Lin Xuecheng as his daughter seemed genuine.

He set down the document, exhausted, "I'm not doubting you and Xuecheng; I just don't want to acknowledge the wrong daughter. After all, this has already spread out. It must be this child Qingwu, truly twisted, trying to drive wedges between us. Thankfully, we severed ties with her..."

Ah! Such a vicious girl; sending her away was indeed the wisest move!

After Lin Jingsheng left, Qian Yueqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

She instructed Lin Xuecheng, "Mommy signed you up for classes specifically to learn various microexpressions. As long as you usually mimic your dad's expressions and mannerisms, he will think he's overthinking and will no longer doubt."

Lin Xuecheng dared not defy Qian Yueqiang, understanding the consequences if this secret were exposed, so she begrudgingly agreed, "Then Mom can buy me another Master Ye Yi designer piece. I want a headband from the same series!"

Qian Yueqiang hugged her, laughing lovingly, "Alright, Mommy will buy them all for you."

Lin Xuecheng curled her lips contentedly.

Qingwu probably didn't even know who Master Ye Yi was; their lives from now on would be worlds apart—one a princess and the other an ugly duckling!

On the plane, Qingwu looked at messages on her phone, selectively replying.

She had also participated in the development of this helicopter, which maintained signal even 10,000 meters above ground.

Her phone hadn't been fully formatted, and she could restore it with just a few operations.

She had no interest in keeping anything from the Lin Family.

Ji Qiurong: "Boss, the latest model is up; I sent the preorder info to your phone."

"This design is too amazing! Just released, and it's all sold out, the money already transferred to the boss's account. There were even a few ladies fighting over a scarf at the scene!"

Qingwu replied mildly, "Ensure security."

Ji Qiurong: "Boss, rest assured, we'll make sure they compensate, not a penny less!"

Those who had worked with Qingwu for a long time knew her character well.

Ji Qiurong: "Boss, have you drawn the drafts for the next quarter yet? Of course, I'm not rushing you!"

Ji Qiurong had witnessed Qingwu drafting; within an hour, before he even finished his meal, she completed an entire quarter's drafts!

Every design was stunningly beautiful; at one point, Ji Qiurong wanted to kneel and worship Qingwu's hands.

Everyone in the circle praised Master Ye Yi's designs as astonishing beyond compare. If they knew these were sketched between meals, they'd be flabbergasted!

Qingwu glanced at a pile of blank paper nearby with no patterns drawn.

"They're done; I'll mail them over, and I'll let you know once I prepare the revelatory agent."

"Great!"

Ji Qiurong knew their boss was extremely cautious.

Each of her design drafts was drawn with custom paper and pens that most people couldn't discern the patterns.

Every time, the drafts needed Qingwu's specially formulated revelatory agent to unveil the actual designs.

Even if someone happened upon these drafts, all they'd see was blank paper.

Obtaining Master Ye Yi's design drafts was harder than ascending to heaven.

Old Zhou, having picked her up, was driving the plane joyously, happier than when he'd won a scratch-card lottery recently.

"Young miss, you finally came home; now our family's engagement with the Pei Family is secured."