The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 531 - Chapter 531 0521 The latest way to slap ones face

Chapter 531: 0521 The latest way to slap one’s face Chapter 531: 0521 The latest way to slap one’s face Her own fiance planning to marry another woman, who can remain completely indifferent?

At least, she, Su Ran, couldn’t!

Just a little provocation and isn’t her true self exposed?

After thinking for a while, she edited a message with smug satisfaction–

[“Why? I sincerely invited you. Could it be that you’re afraid of stirring up old feelings and memories? After all, this wedding was supposed to be yours, seeing your ex-fiance about to marry your own sister, must be quite painful, isn’t it?”]

Su Ran tugged at her lips.

What a fool!

Painful?

It is quite painful, but it’s uncertain who will be the one suffering in the end!

Su Ran tossed her phone aside, paying no further attention.

The next morning.

When it was time for breakfast, Su Xinyan still hadn’t emerged from her room, and not only Tan Lirong noticed something was amiss, even Wen Peipei sensed something wasn’t right.

“What’s the matter? Why hasn’t Xinyan come down yet?”

Tan Lirong was somewhat anxious. Xinyan hadn’t responded to her the night before, and she wasn’t someone who usually overslept. Now, with no movement at all, could something have happened?

“Mom, I’ll go upstairs and check.”

Wen Peipei’s face was stern as she nodded. Seeing this, Tan Lirong hurriedly ran up the stairs straight to Su Xinyan’s room.

She knocked on the door, but still, no one answered.

Her heart skipped a beat, and apprehension grew stronger. She quickly asked a maid to fetch the spare key and opened Su Xinyan’s room.

In the room.

Su Xinyan was leaning against the headboard, still in the same clothes she wore the day before, now wrinkled, her hair slightly disheveled, and her beautiful little face pale, looking utterly exhausted.

Tan Lirong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately spoke with a tinge of reprimand.

“Xinyan, why didn’t you make a sound when you were in your room? Don’t you know this is very worrying?”

At the sound of her voice, Su Xinyan slowly turned her head. Her makeup had smeared, and despite that, it couldn’t hide her heavy dark circles.

She looked at Tan Lirong, silent, merely biting her lip hard, her pale little face was both enduring and aggrieved.

Seeing this, Tan Lirong felt a clenching pain in her heart. She could not bear to blame Xinyan any longer, and quickly asked in an anxious and distressed tone,

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

Su Xinyan’s beautiful eyes flickered, and after a long time, she slowly spoke:

“Mom, I’m fine.”

Her voice was dry and hoarse, clearly indicating a sleepless night.

Tan Lirong refused to believe her words, not with her looking like this; it did not seem something a person who is fine would look like.

“Is it Gu Heng who has bullied you?”

Su Xinyan, exhausted, closed her eyes and gently shook her head.

“No.”

Tan Lirong also thought it unlikely. They all witnessed how Gu Heng treated Xinyan; it would be more plausible if she were the one bullying him.

Moreover, with their wedding date set, it seemed even less likely.

“Then what on earth is going on? You’re not saying anything; it’s driving me crazy!”

“It’s really nothing. Mom, please don’t ask anymore!”

Su Xinyan was utterly exhausted, her tone was weak, revealing the difficulty she had in speaking.

An idea suddenly struck Tan Lirong, and her face immediately turned ugly, her tone sharp.

“Is it Su Ran again?”

Hearing this, Su Xinyan stiffened, her hands clenching tightly together, and Tan Lirong did not miss the flicker of fear that swept through her eyes.

“…No.”

Such a reaction only confirmed her suspicions, and she felt a surge of anger, her chest heaving with irritation.

“At a time like this, you’re still speaking up for her? What on earth does she want to do, huh? Because of her, there hasn’t been a single day of peace at home. For years, I’ve been biting my tongue and letting her have her way with everything. But her, she just keeps getting worse.”

Su Xinyan’s face was pale as she looked at the whispering servants by the door and said:

“Mom, please stop talking…”

Tan Lirong, fuming with anger, paced back and forth in the room. Su Xinyan’s submissive tone only fueled her rage.

“Why can’t I talk? I’ve had enough. In what way have we, mother and daughter, wronged her? You’re always giving her face, always speaking well of her, but how does she treat you? I just can’t swallow this indignation today. Come, let’s go find your grandmother!”

“Mom…”

Tan Lirong didn’t give Su Xinyan any chance to refuse, and pulled her up from the bed, storming off toward the dining room.

Wen Peipei looked at Su Xinyan’s disheveled appearance and couldn’t help but frown.

“What is going on with you?”

Su Xinyan looked at her somewhat frightened, her pathetic, fragile, and slightly aggrieved expression eventually softened the severity in Wen Peipei’s eyes.

“What’s going on? Well, we should probably ask Su Ran about that. Mom, I really can’t take it anymore!”

Wen Peipei’s eyes darkened–it was about Su Ran again…

“What now? What has that curse done this time?”

Mentioning Su Ran, Wen Peipei’s face became habitually cold, as if the name alone could threaten her very life.

“Xinyan, don’t be afraid. Just tell the truth, and your grandmother will surely stand up for you.”

Tan Lirong patted Su Xinyan’s shoulder in a soothing manner, not wanting Xinyan to conceal anything on Su Ran’s behalf at this moment.

Su Ran’s mother turned her into a publicly despised mistress, and naturally, she didn’t want her own daughter to have it easy either.

They, mother and daughter, had to be poor and destitute–that would be justice for all the suffering she had endured over the years.

“Xinyan, speak.”

Wen Peipei slapped her chopsticks loudly on the dining table and said sharply.

Su Xinyan’s lips imperceptibly curled, and when she lifted her head again, her face was a mask of helplessness and sorrow.

She sat opposite Wen Peipei and recounted the events of the previous night with dramatic embellishments.

At last, Tan Lirong took out her cellphone and quickly opened Weibo.

Indeed, the incident from last night was causing a stir on the internet, clearly visible for all to see.

“This… This… Look, Mom!”

Tan Lirong was infuriated as well, thrusting the cellphone into Wen Peipei’s hands.

The news of Gu Heng proposing to Su Xinyan with someone else’s property was everywhere.

150 million vs 500 million!

Surprise turned to shock!

New way to be slapped in the face: get hit by a Phoenix Crown!

Addendum: If it’s not worth a hundred million, there’s not enough motivation to slap!

Sarcasm, laughter, news of Su Xinyan’s faux pas flying everywhere.

A venomous and fierce light flashed in Su Xinyan’s eyes, but her voice was stammering.

“Grandma, sister has really gone too far… I’ve tried my best to avoid direct conflict with her, but she still won’t leave me alone… I just don’t know what to do anymore…”

Wen Peipei’s usually astute eyes now appeared bewildered as she looked at the news of Su Ran spending 500 million on R’s design, taking a long time to snap back to reality.

“Your sister… really spent five hundred million on R’s design?”

At the mention of this, Su Xinyan felt a surge of silent hatred, her eyes gleamed, and a malicious thought crossed her mind.

“Yes, in the past two years, sister has grown Qianran International very well, its market value has increased several-fold. It’s just too bad that she and our family have too deep a grudge. If she were willing to support the company, Grandma and Dad wouldn’t have to work so hard!”