From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

The man rubbed his forehead, revealing a hint of fatigue on his face.

“Brother An, Sister Honghong called. She wants you to meet her at Huangguan Club. She said she has a surprise for you.”

The man’s brow furrowed slightly, a glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes, before he calmly responded, “Let’s go.”

The black business car joined the stream of traffic. The evening rush hour in Jingzhou made the roads exceptionally congested. Neon signs from stores on both sides of the street started to light up one by one. Up ahead was an inclining road, the stream of tail lights in the traffic resembling a sea of lanterns bobbing in the night, adding a sense of mystique.

“…As we approach midnight, we are entering the 19th solar term in the Chinese calendar, ‘Winter Begins’. This marks the arrival of winter, a time when all things are preserved,” the soft voice of a female radio host broke the prolonged silence in the car.

“As per updates from the Meteorological Department, the temperature will drop dramatically from tonight till the next couple of days due to the Siberian cold front. Some regions might experience snowfall. Please make sure you are well equipped for the cold weather when you step out…”

The man lowered the car window. The last remnants of the fall wind, filled with a bone-chilling coldness, brushed past him. He rested his elbow on the window frame, staring out into the night in a trance.

Another winter had arrived.

Ever since she left, he hadn’t seen snow anymore.

Pitch-black sky carried no stars or moon, heavy as a bottomless abyss.

Upon arrival at the Huangguan Club, the man stepped out of the car, paused suddenly, and then reached to touch his face. The cold sensation… could it be snow?

He stretched out his hand, and saw tiny snowflakes landing gently on his palm. The delicate six-petalled snowflakes melted and evaporated upon contact with the warmth of his hand.

The beauty of the world was often fleeting, disappearing without a trace.

“It’s snowing…” He looked up at the black sky, where the snowflakes fluttered down, covering his face and body, bringing a piercing coldness that seeped into his heart.

“Are you back?”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Liang Yanran committed suicide. What does it have to do with me? Don’t you dare accuse me without evidence!” Liang Xiaohong was clenching Ye Zhen’s hair when, in a surprising turn of events, Ye Zhen’s hair was torn off sprouting an aggressive counter attack with a swift punch to Liang Xiaohong’s face.

All the pent-up energy was released in this punch, sending Liang Xiaohong flying, with her nose bleeding and teeth knocked out.

Upon hearing Liang Xiaohong’s shriek, Ye Zhen promptly discarded the hair.

Turns out, Ye Zhen was wearing a wig!

While Ye Zhen’s real hair had grown out quite a bit, she had developed the habit of wearing a wig. The bald-looking Ye Zhen’s real hair was neatly bundled under a net cap.

Ye Zhen touched her head, chuckled coldly and said, “You accuse me of slander? Let me remind you, on the evening of June 29, after Liang Yanran finished shooting her advertisement, she returned home to Futian Garden. It was drizzling that night. You and Wu Xiaoju were with her when she received a case of facial masks from the advertiser. She had said she couldn’t finish using them all and decided to share some with you and Wu Xiaoju.”

Wu Xiaoju turned pale looking at Ye Zhen, shocked about how she knew the events of the night so well. None of these details had been shared with the public by Liang Xiaohong after Liang Yanran’s death.

Liang Xiaohong quickly looked at Wu Xiaoju, but Wu Xiaoju shook her head vigorously, “It wasn’t me who told her….”

“At 7:35, Liang Yanran received a call from her parents demanding money. She lost her temper after hanging up. You had comforted her saying that she shouldn’t get emotional but just give them the money. When Liang Yanran told you that she planned to marry Xue An as his support was her only solace against the damage done by her natal family, it seemed to have provoked you into murderous intent.”

As Ye Zhen continued speaking, Liang Xiaohong’s face drained of color. Thoroughly terrified, her bulging eyes and trembling lips gave her fear away.

“Who… who are you really?”

Such details were known only to Wu Xiaoju and Liang Yanran. There wasn’t supposed to be a fourth person who knew it all.