From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

The color drained inch by inch from Liang Xiaohong’s face.

“By the time Xue An returned home, Liang Yanran was already asleep. She had been filming for three consecutive nights, and even on her only day off, she had been busy shooting commercials. The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell deep into slumber. She even dreamt of a romantic getaway with Xue An, but little did she know that her beloved man was leading her to the Grim Reaper…”.

Ye Zhen choked up, her eyes filled with hatred.

Liang Xiaohong trembled, pointing her finger at Ye Zhen: “You…you’re spouting nonsense, Zhu Mingjing. So it turns out you were waiting here for me. You want to pin Liang Yanran’s suicide on me, but your calculations are wrong. I have nothing to do with Liang Yanran’s death!”

“Shameless, you’re still trying to argue your innocence. Xue An told the media that he was going to return the next day at noon. That was just a lie. On the night when the storm raged, the surveillance cameras around the residential area broke down. You saw a chance to do your dirty work, but Heaven was watching. A paparazzo braved the rain and set up camp at the entrance of the complex. Everything was captured by his camera. Save your lies for the judge in court!” Ye Zhen declared resolutely.

Liang Xiaohong was startled; she did not expect Ye Zhen to have real evidence. On second thought, it seemed impossible. If the paparazzo had really photographed it, there’s no way it would have remained quiet for so long. Perhaps they were just trying to bluff her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you gain from slandering me? You and Zhu Mingjing plotted to use Liang Yanran’s death to make a scene and splatter mud on me. You’re so spiteful at such a young age.”

Liang Xiaohong would never admit it.

However, it would be tricky if the matter escalated in the end. She didn’t expect Zhu Mingjing to be such a nuisance and used this matter against her. Her heart was filled with killing intent.

Even if she were Shen Zhou’s younger sister or even the daughter of the Emperor, if she offended Liang Xiaohong, she would not live peacefully.

Ming Jing smiled, her gaze shifting from the phone screen to the door.

“Mr. Xue, are you satisfied with this surprising gift?”

As Ming Jing finished speaking, Liang Xiaohong and Ye Zhen simultaneously turned to look at the door.

Liang Xiaohong’s expression went from delight to disbelief in the blink of an eye, while Ye Zhen’s face showed a mix of emotions, hate and shock…

Bai Ziyan raised his eyebrows, the protagonist had entered the scene.

Qu Feitai was not interested in these affairs of love and hatred; his gaze always remained fixed on Ming Jing.

The thick door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a man walked in. Everyone’s eyes in the room fell on him, but Ming Jing didn’t turn her head.

Her back was perfectly straight, her slender neck elegantly erect, her face calm and gentle, still maintaining her usual demeanor. However, for some reason, Qu Feitai noticed something slightly off about her.

Qu Feitai furrowed his brows, wondering why he had a bad feeling. He subconsciously looked at the man who had just entered.

“Xue An? What are you doing here?” Liang Xiaohong was shocked.

Xue An glanced at her, his gaze moving past Ye Zhen and finally, resting on Ming Jing.

“Miss Zhu, the show tonight is undeniably impressive. I wonder what role I, Xue, have the honor to play in it?” The man’s voice was full of rhythm, his tone more measured than that of Qu Feitai’s youthful voice, resembling the sound of a grand and understated cello, in line with his customary style.

Xue An glanced at the white-clad girl across from him, his eyes inquisitive yet unobtrusive.

Who on earth is she?

Ming Jing smiled lightly, “The stage has been set, and yet you, the protagonist, are late to the scene.”

Xue An raised the corner of his lips. His eyes were a rare light blue that he usually covered with colored contacts while acting. Though the contacts lacked a natural look, they made his eyes appear intriguingly dark and sinister when he looked at someone.

“Had I known in advance that Miss Zhu invited me, I would have arrived early, so she wouldn’t have had to wait so long.”

Qu Feitai frowned, feeling that there was something off about Xue An’s tone when he talked to Ming Jing.

It was as if they were very familiar with each other; but wasn’t this their first meeting?

Noticing Qu Feitai’s curious gaze, Xue An smiled faintly: “The prodigy of the music industry has become Miss Zhu’s bodyguard and assistant. It seems the rumors are true.”

Qu Feitai immediately moved in front of Ming Jing, his broad frame shielding her delicate figure. He looked coldly at Xue An in front of him.

Lan Huixin looked incredulously at Qu Feitai. Was he really Qu Feitai? She felt like she must be dreaming.

Liang Xiaohong sneered, “You are really good at flirting.”

Xue An frowned imperceptibly.

Qu Feitai scoffed: Liang Xiaohong flinched under his icy gaze. Although they were both in the entertainment business, there was no connection between her artists’ and the music scene. Although they were once in the same event, they had never met before, so it was her first time seeing Qu Feitai in person.

Despite his youthful appearance, he possessed an extraordinary temperament. The icy light in his eyes was enough to put any onlookers in awe.

“Now that the truth is out, give Liang Xiaohong, Xue An, and the late Liang Yanran justice.”

Ye Zhen looked confusedly at Xue An and murmured, “My name is Ye Zhen.”

Liang Xiaohong jumped up immediately, saying incredulously, “You’re Ye Zhen?”

“Yes, I’m Ye Zhen. One night, Liang Yanran appeared in my dreams. She told me she couldn’t rest in peace and asked me to find out the truth and avenge her. Otherwise, she would haunt me for the rest of my life…”.

Ye Zhen stared unblinkingly at Xue An: “I didn’t expect the truth to be so cruel.”

Unable to bear the look, she suddenly swayed and closed her eyes.