From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“She won the gold medal, joined the national team, and now she’s going to be all over the hot search again. Ah, heaven is really biased, giving all the good fortune to her. Is there any way for ordinary people like us to survive.”

The boss lady clucked her tongue in amazement: “A gold medal, wow! That’s impressive.”

“Isn’t it! This year’s questions were much harder than before, and the proportion of gold medals was much smaller than before. The gold content is very high.”

“Out of the 32 gold medals in the country, Jiangzhou alone took three golds and two silvers. Foreign Language High School, the competition’s main camp, only had five gold. This Jiangzhou is really a place of outstanding talent. Let’s not mention the five Ming Jings, the other few are also handsome boys and beautiful girls. The one wearing glasses makes my heart beat faster.”

“I think his last name is Song, right? He also made it to the national team. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it to the national team, so we can’t continue our previous relationship with the handsome bookworm.”

The few of them sighed together.

The air conditioning in the convenience store was on full blast, but there was still a cold breeze sneaking through the door.

The man took off his sunglasses and stared intently at the tall figure, as if trying to see through the skin and into her soul.

Soon a van stopped in front of the group, and as it drove off, only the howling cold wind remained in its place. The beautiful figure was gone.

The man rushed out in a hurry, only for a black sedan to suddenly stop in front of him. The car door opened, and a large hand reached out from it, easily pulling the man in. The door closed, and the car sped off, leaving no trace. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

As the girl was talking, she turned her head and suddenly exclaimed, “Where did that weird man go? He was just at the entrance?”

The sudden disappearance of a stranger would not attract anyone’s attention.

The girl soon forgot about it and continued chatting and laughing with her friends about the current gossip.

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The black sedan drove smoothly through traffic.

Xue An was held down in the back seat, his hands tied. The heating in the car was on, but the leather seat was cold to the touch.

He breathed rapidly, looking at the large hand resting on the seat.

It was a man’s hand, with a wide palm and thick, years-old calluses on the fingers. There was a striking one-inch-long scar on the back of the hand.

“Let him go,” the man said coldly.

The pressure on his back released, and Xue An slowly sat up, straightening his clothes and looking up.

The man leaned back in his seat lazily, nonchalantly, his handsome features seemingly sculpted by the hand of God. The sights outside the car window flitted past, and in the fleeting light and shadow, his jaw seemed even more strikingly beautiful and cold-hearted.

Xue An clenched his fists secretly, the fierceness in his eyes vanished in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

“Why did you kill Liang Yanran?” He had just learned that this man was bold enough. He had underestimated him all along.

“I didn’t kill her,” Xue An said calmly.

“Heh….” The man laughed sarcastically.

Xue An pursed his lips, saying, “Either kill me or let me go.”

The man narrowed his eyes, and the temperature in the car dropped to freezing point. Xue An shuddered, and in a flash, the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed to his forehead.

Xue An froze, his pupils contracting.

“I really want her to see with her own eyes the man she loves so much—what he really is like.”

These words provoked Xue An, and he suddenly laughed coldly, staring straight at him: “Where are you any better? That shot to her chest back then, wasn’t it you who added the extra bullet? Twenty shots, and you were the twenty-first.”

“Shut up! You shut up!” The man roared like an enraged lion, his eyes blood-red, exuding a dangerous chill. He suddenly grabbed Xue An by the collar, pinning him down to the seat, his knee pressed into Xue An’s chest and the gun’s muzzle pressed against Xue An’s carotid artery.

The man gritted his teeth and said word by word: “Don’t think I wouldn’t dare to kill you.”

Xue An gave a bitter smile: “Since her death, my heart has also died. For years, I have lived like a walking corpse. Just shoot.”

“You want to die, but it’s not that easy. You owe her more than just a life.”

The light in Xue An’s eyes was slowly extinguished.

“All these years, you’ve had countless opportunities to kill me. Why didn’t you do it?”

The man loosened his grip, snorting coldly. “Because staying alive is the greatest torture.”

Xue An suddenly looked at him.

“Why?”