From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Qin Qiuxi briefly told the story of Huai Qing, “This silver lock is hers, with her name engraved on it, I couldn’t have gotten it wrong. Could she have gone to Bo Yuxun after she escaped back then?”

“You fool, you’ve been tricked and still don’t know it. How could Huai Qing possibly make such a low-level mistake…?” She hung up the phone right after saying that.

Qin Qiuxi looked at the hung-up phone with a confused expression.

Soon, a text message was sent to her by her dear sister. It contained only a string of simple symbols. Upon understanding them, Qin Qiuxi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Without saying a word, she went home, poured the contents of her bag onto the sofa, and indeed found a black round object the size of a fingernail among a pile of miscellaneous items, shimmering with a faint red light.

So, tonight was a trap.

Qin Qiuxi gritted her teeth and sneered.

Throwing the object into the toilet and letting it be flushed away, Qin Qiuxi dialed the phone.

“Sister, I’ve dealt with it.”

“It seems that he’s already suspicious of what happened back then.”

Qin Qiuxi scoffed with disdain, “So what? He has no evidence. I don’t know how I fell for such a self-righteous man in the past.”

Qin Qiuxi opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, and gulped down a few mouthfuls with her head tilted back.

“What am I lacking compared to that bitch? He actually likes that bitch and not me. Well, I’ll make sure he never sees that bitch again, and I’ll make him regret it for the rest of his life, hahaha.” Qin Qiuxi walked onto the open-air balcony, wearing only thin clothes. She shivered involuntarily as the cold wind blew.

“What about that child? Did you find her? As you taught me, if the root of the problem is not removed, it will grow back when the spring breeze blows.”

There was silence on the other end.

“Sister, don’t forget how they insulted us, mother and daughter. It’s a disgrace to our Jiang family. I swear I’ll tear that bastard to pieces.”

“A woman’s mercy is not to be tolerated.”

Qin Qiuxi crushed the can with a “pop.”

“The silver locks are a pair, one engraved with ‘Xia Xue’ and the other with ‘Han Yu.’”

Hearing the other party’s voice, Qin Qiuxi had a sudden inspiration and muttered, “Yinjian falls in spring, Han rock remains in summer, Yangguan rises in autumn, Winter Age sends cold rain. You said our names are derived from this poem – Xia Xue, Xia Xue… Hahaha, who is he trying to disgust?”

“He stole the Four Seasons Landscape paintings back then and ran away, causing my aunt to be heartbroken. But do you know? Today, I found these four paintings in Bo Yujiang’s room. It turns out that Bo Yujiang was the one who took the painting the year before last.”

The person on the other end didn’t seem too surprised, “Anything tainted is just trash.”

“By the way, you said there were two silver locks. Where is the other one?”

“The one engraved with ‘Han Yu’ was given to that child.”

“So, if we find the other silver lock, we can find the child?”

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before replying indifferently, “Xiaoxi, what if the child is already dead?”

“Dead?” Qin Qiuxi sneered, “I guess she won’t be lonely in hell then, mother and daughter can just reunite.”

Bo Yuxun, one day, I will tell you myself how miserable your favorite woman’s death was.

You once had a daughter, and this poor little girl has long been dead.

I wonder what your reaction would be when you learn the truth.

Thinking of that day, Qin Qiuxi couldn’t help but laugh.

—-

After hanging up the phone, the woman massaged her aching forehead.

Zhou Xue came in with a bowl of calming tea, “Madam, is there something wrong?”

The woman shook her head, “Did you find the baby girl I asked for?”

Zhou Xue handed the tea to the woman and said, “Madam, it’s been twelve years since this happened, and it would be very difficult to investigate now. I have almost screened every baby girl in Jiang Province that meets Madam’s requirements, but none of them match. The child might be unregistered, or she might already be dead.”

Finding a person in Jiang Province was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

As if thinking of something, Zhou Xue said, “According to Li Chan’s account, she and her people headed north in a car back then. But when they reached a certain town, she went into labor. There was a blackout due to a heavy rainstorm that night, and even the health clinic was closed. Li Chan and her people hid in a restaurant, where an old lady there helped deliver the baby. The old lady then tied a silver lock around the baby’s neck and told Li Chan to continue fleeing with the baby. By the time we found Li Chan, she was already insane, talking gibberish. This is the clue pieced together from her intermittent words.”

“I’ve had people search all the towns within a ten-mile radius, and there is no such baby girl who matches the requirements. Madam, the child may already be dead.”

“I don’t want possibilities, I want certainties. If she’s alive, I want to see her. If she’s dead, I want to see her corpse.” The woman’s cold, authoritative voice made Zhou Xue instinctively tighten her chest and bow her head respectfully.

“Yes, Madam.”The woman picked up the calming tea, looked at the brownish tea soup, and slightly squinted her eyes.

“Has Li Chan really gone mad?”

Zhou Xue’s heart shuddered, “Madam, I understand, I will definitely pry open Li Chan’s mouth.”

After finishing this matter, the woman changed the subject: “First it was Zheng Qing, then Xue An. In just half a year, everything has been chaotic. What on earth is Night Hawk up to? Tell him, if there’s any more mess, he can get lost.”

“The Qinglong Association is pressing us hard now, I won’t wait any longer. Find a time, make a move. This is his last chance.”

——

“Nanny Cui.”

Mao Nana appeared like a ghost with her face wrapped like a mummy, almost scaring Nanny Cui into a heart attack.

“My dear girl, are you trying to shorten Nanny Cui’s life?”

Mao Nana helped Nanny Cui sit down on the sofa, poured her a glass of water, and gently massaged her shoulders.

Nanny Cui shot her a glance: “You don’t need to do this, what do you want to ask?”

“Nanny Cui, I just want to know, what’s with Ms. Su? Please don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking?”

Nanny Cui’s cloudy pupils shrank, “Young lady found out after all.”

“Nanny Cui, tell me, otherwise I’ll always be on tenterhooks.”

Nanny Cui shook her head: “Young lady, knowing too much won’t do you any good.”

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t eat. I mean what I say.” Mao Nana huffed angrily.

Nanny Cui remained unswayed and resolutely stood up to leave.

“Is it Su Yinci? When did you see her?”

Nanny Cui hesitated for a moment but didn’t turn back.

Mao Nana mumbled, “It’s her.”

Mao Nana opened her phone and typed Su Yinci’s name into the search bar. There were no results.

Mao Nana was momentarily dazed.

Did her memory fail her?

Many years ago, she was a superstar admired by all, the goddess in countless hearts. Her beauty, purity, and elegance were heavenly, capturing all the love and passion, writing a legendary story.

She was a woman whose beauty could make one’s heart race.

Even Qin Qiuxi, who claimed to be Jingzhou’s number one beauty, paled in comparison and looked utterly pathetic beside this woman.

Then many years passed, and people around her stopped discussing this name and remembering her. It was as if she disappeared from the world overnight, as if she had never appeared in this world.

There was never a superstar named Su Yinci in the world, and everything seemed like a dream conjured up by her imagination.

Even if someone remembered, they would only question; how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? It must have been an illusion.

And just like that, she vanished from the world.

Even the internet had no trace of her, completely erased.

Mao Nana was stunned. She even forgot when exactly she had forgotten about this person herself.

Now she even doubted whether this person had ever existed in the world or if she had imagined her.

Mao Nana’s back turned cold, finding the situation strangely eerie.

What’s even more terrifying is, if this person had really existed, what kind of power could erase a person’s trace so thoroughly?

Mao Nana posted a Weibo message — Who still remembers Su Yinci? The Nation’s Goddess back then? Why did she suddenly disappear? Retire?

Within half a minute of the Weibo post, the message was forcibly deleted, and her account was blocked…

Mao Nana stared at the message sent by the backend system apprehensively.

Next, she tried entering the name on various platforms with the same results: deleted, blocked, and swift operation.

She sent a message with just the three characters “Su Yinci” to Ming Jing.

This time, it was even faster; her VX account was blocked as well.

This was worse than being banned from the entire network. There must be hackers lurking, fishing in the big sea. Who on earth could Su Yinci have offended to warrant such a ruthless hand?