The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 639 - Chapter 639 0629 Ways to Apologize

Chapter 639: 0629 Ways to Apologize Chapter 639: 0629 Ways to Apologize “Apologize?”

Su Xinyan arched her brow, “Shouldn’t my sister apologize?”

“Indeed, she should,” Su Ran said, and then added, “So, my way of apologizing is–”

Almost at the same time, she lifted her hand.

“Slap!”

A crisp slap landed on Su Xinyan’s face.

The entire room instantly drew in a breath of cold air!

It shocked everyone!

Including the global audience who saw this scene clearly through their television screens.

Especially the netizens from Hua Country, who exploded in an instant!

“Holy shit, my goddess is still as domineering as ever!”

“These sisters never fail to entertain wherever they go!”

“Overseas ratings rely on my goddess’s slap!”

“Then let’s have a couple more slaps, just consider it a good deed!”

Meanwhile, at Platinum Lanting.

The living room’s coffee table was filled with peanuts, sunflower seeds, spicy strips, various nuts, potato chips, along with some duck products and assorted snacks.

On the other side were fruits, beverages, beers, and even a few bottles of high-end red wine covering the whole table.

On the huge suspended screen opposite, Su Ran casually shook her hand and with a glance, looked down at Su Xinyan who was barely keeping her balance. She parted her red lips:

“This is my way of apologizing.”

“Damn, sister-in-law is so cool, so majestic and powerful!”

Mo Shangjie, with a duck leg in one hand and a beer in the other, excitedly cheered for Su Ran!

Feng Chiyan and the others looked at him with disdain.

“What are you looking at me for? Look at your sister-in-law! The reason I called you here is to cheer for her, isn’t it, boss?”

Fu Qiyuan glanced at him indifferently, his gaze returning to Su Ran, unwavering.

Mo Shangjie coughed awkwardly, “Come on, let’s get excited, let’s all shout ‘sister-in-law, you can do it’!”

“…”

Su Xinyan never expected Su Ran to suddenly strike her, leaving her completely stunned.

As the burning pain on her face brought her thoughts back, her eyes glared venomously at Su Ran, her face filled with immense hatred and contortion.

The next second, as if realizing where she was, two tears slid down from her eyes in an instant.

“Su Ran, you malicious woman, you knew Xinyan was about to go on stage to receive an award, yet you still hit her. I think you’re just jealous of her, you copycat, thief!”

Zhao Yiyi was the first to rush out and vent for Su Xinyan, looking at Su Ran with an angry and cold demeanor.

And beside her, Gu Heng, for some reason, retracted the foot he had initially stepped forward with and instead watched Su Xinyan with a complicated and helpless expression.

Su Xinyan bit down on her lip, a vast rage already spreading within her; she could even feel the scorching gaze from the crowd, rendering her without a place to hide.

And the confidence and arrogance emanating from Su Ran gradually made her lose her footing.

Wen Peipei, coming back to her senses from her shock, saw Su Xinyan covering her cheek, her eyes hardened, and she took large strides towards Su Ran.

“You fiend, what exactly do you want to do? Can you not stand to see Xinyan do well?”

“Director Wen, why do you say so? Isn’t your beloved granddaughter seeking an apology from me? Am I not simply fulfilling her wish by apologizing to her?”

At this remark, the crowd’s doubtful gaze shifted back and forth between Su Ran and Su Xinyan.

Could a plagiarist have such confidence and composure?

That proud, indifferent demeanor, was that of someone accused of plagiarism?

On the contrary…

The atmosphere at the scene was subtly changing.

Wen Peipei nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood upon hearing Su Ran’s words.

“You… you’re simply unreasonable; is that your way of apologizing? You show no signs of repentance for your mistakes and still harbor such malicious intentions. I should have… I should have strangled you to death right from the beginning!”

Fu Qiyuan, who had been watching the live broadcast, felt an overwhelming chill surge in his eyes when he heard Wen Peipei’s words.

The ice-cold aura emanating from him led Mo Shangjie and the others to quietly distance themselves from him.

Su Ran’s eyes also darkened, and at that moment–

“I’ve never seen a plagiarist be so arrogant, brazenly assaulting the victim in front of the entire global populace, truly showing no regard for us, the organizers.”

A proud voice tinged with righteousness suddenly sounded from behind.

Su Ran looked up to see Song Guan and Weng Manyuan arriving late.

Song Guan was impeccably dressed in a high-end suit, his hair meticulously groomed, and his feet shod in shining leather shoes, from head to toe exuding the demeanor of a superior host.

Weng Manyuan was in a rose-red cheongsam, her black hair neatly swept up, her face painted with delicate makeup, radiating mature and sensual charm throughout her being.

“Who are these two people? Did that man just say he’s from the organizers? Is he part of the World Designer Competition organizing team?”

“I know him, his name is Song Guan, a director of the International Fashion Association, but who’s that woman beside him?”

“Not sure, but she looks familiar!”

Seeing Song Guan and Weng Manyuan appear made Su Xinyan’s heart surge with a strange sense of pleasure!

The chance to see Su Ran dead and buried had arrived!

Wen Peipei turned around, and the moment she saw Song Guan and Weng Manyuan, she immediately donned a smile and walked towards them.

“Director Song, Teacher Weng, you’ve arrived!”

The two of them nodded indifferently, their gazes then landing on Su Ran.

Ignoring the pain on her face, Su Xinyan hurried over and affectionately latched onto Weng Manyuan’s arm.

“Master, Director Song!”

What seemed like a casual address instantly stirred up the once quiet hall.

“Master? That woman is Heart’s master? Why have I never heard of this before?”

“Ah, I remember now, she’s Weng Manyuan, Master Weng, a prominent figure in the design circle.”

“Is she the one who has won the championship two times in a row, established her own studio, and is deeply adored and pursued by celebrities and nobility, Master Weng?”

“My God, it’s really her, and Heart is actually her apprentice, no wonder!”

“This is a case of a great teacher producing a great student; with such an impressive master, the apprentice is naturally not far behind.”

“Far from being behind, Heart was only twenty when she first entered the competition and came in fifth, becoming the youngest competitor ever, the true first of Asia.”

At this, the balance of public opinion began to shift again.

Would the disciple of the highly respected Master Weng wrongfully accuse her own sister for no reason?

Of course, that was unlikely!

There surely must be some hidden truths here.

Seeing the turn of events, Su Ran scoffed.

Status and class were indeed on full display at this moment.

The disciple of Master Weng, respected and reputable in the design circle, could not possibly wrong others, so she, Su Ran, must be the plagiarist.

How strange human thoughts can be sometimes, defending what they believe to be right with ardor, even though they know nothing of the truth.

Hah!

Is what they believe to be right truly correct?

When she saw the two, Zhao Yiyi was also filled with excitement. She maliciously glanced at Su Ran before hurriedly saying:

“Director Song, Teacher Weng, you’ve finally arrived. Xinyan has almost been bullied to death by some shameless people!”

Their gazes fell simultaneously upon Su Xinyan’s swollen face.

Without hesitation, Su Xinyan bit her lip, her face a picture of grievance and forbearance.

She cast a glance at Su Ran, not saying a word, yet her face was filled with fear and wariness of her.