From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Xue An’s gaze fell on Ye Zhen’s face. Ye Zhen stared back without showing any fear, afraid that he would see through her, so she didn’t dare to reveal too much hatred in her eyes.

She died in her sleep, thinking she had just had a nightmare. When she woke up, she became Ming Xin.

She didn’t understand why she had suddenly died. The world had labeled her death a suicide. This was ridiculous, as she had merely fallen asleep.

Although there were many disappointments in life, she still lived with hope. Even when tormented by depression, she had never thought of giving up on life.

Now, with a single suicide, her traces in the world were wiped away. The murderer had deprived her of the hard-won life she had maintained while still enjoying the world’s pursuit.

“Xue An, Liang Yanran only wants to ask you one question: have you ever truly loved her?” Ye Zhen asked softly, like a feather floating in the air.

Xue An didn’t reply, his gaze was deep and strange, as if he was looking through her at someone else.

During their two years together, she had never seen through the man in front of her. He seemed to wear a thick mask, the expression behind which was always a mystery.

Ye Zhen chuckled bitterly. Did she still need an answer from the person who had strangled her?

“Liang Yanran was just a substitute. The woman you loved was called A Yu…”

As her words fell, the man who had always been gentle and elegant suddenly had a cold and murderous look in his eyes. A crack appeared on his perfect mask.

Ye Zhen took a step back, shaking her head bitterly.

So it was true… She had never thought about it before. He had disguised himself so well. But the truth was a hundred times more brutal than she could have imagined.

Ming Jing’s fingertips trembled slightly, gently lowering her eyelids.

There was a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

Utterly absurd, utterly ridiculous.

“Liang Yanran?” The man narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and dangerous.

Liang Yanran was killed by you, wasn’t she? My name is Ye Zhen. She came to me in a dream to ask for revenge. It’s only fair that one life is repaid with another,” Ye Zhen said decisively.

“Ye Zhen?” Xue An smirked. “A coincidence?”

Liang Xiaohong suddenly screamed in horror, looking at Ye Zhen, “Who…Who are you?”

“I told you, my name is Ye Zhen. I’m here to avenge Liang Yanran.”

“You’re lying. Liang Yanran was her stage name. Her real name is Ye Zhen.” Liang Xiaohong swallowed nervously, carefully sizing up the girl in front of her.

The girl had a youthful appearance and her features were not extraordinary, at most, she could be considered pretty. But what really attracted her was the girl’s mature and charming temperament. When she first discovered the girl sneaking around following her, she didn’t pay much attention to her. However, when she caught the girl and she refused to speak, her striking resemblance to someone else made her decide to keep her around.

Now, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. From the beginning, she came for Liang Yanran.

“Is that so? Maybe that’s why she came to me in a dream so that your plot wouldn’t work.”

“Those who are innocent have nothing to fear. Liang Yanran’s death has nothing to do with me and Xue An. Even if the police come, I’ll still say the same thing…”

Speak of the devil, and the devil appears. As Liang Xiaohong’s words fell, two uniformed policemen walked in and took out their badges, saying expressionlessly, “We are police officers from Chao’an District Police Station. We received a report that Xue An and Liang Xiaohong are suspected of intentional homicide. Which of you two are Xue An and Liang Xiaohong?”

With an authoritative look, the police surveyed the room. Ye Zhen pointed to Xue An and Liang Xiaohong, “It’s these two.”

The policeman nodded and walked over to Xue An and Liang Xiaohong, saying, “Please cooperate and come with us to the police station.”

Even at this point, Xue An remained indifferent, as if he wasn’t being accused of murder but was being invited for tea. He smiled and said, “Officer, I am a public figure. In order not to cause unnecessary disputes, could I not wear handcuffs and be allowed to wear a hat and mask instead?”

He spoke with grace, making it seem like refusing his request would be extremely rude. The policeman turned and whispered to a colleague behind him. After a brief exchange, he nodded in agreement.