The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

“I—,” Yan Lu’s fingers trembled violently, and the cigarette box instantly dropped to the ground.

She looked into the eyes of the girl in front of her, dark pupils like the vast night sky, seemingly able to accommodate everything—resolute and calm, with no questioning, no doubts, and not even an accusation.

Yan Lu felt like crying.

Bai Lian seemed to see through them all, and yet after that, she said something so light yet so incredibly heavy—

“I believe in you, and I believe in him as well, stand up.”

She was firmly choosing her side with Zhang Shize.

Trembling, Yan Lu covered her eyes with both hands, silently tilting her head back, and after a long while, she lowered her hands and spoke in a hoarse voice, “There’s a video, I don’t know who to give it to, I want to send it to you.”

She didn’t trust anyone, including the police.

After saying that, she paused for a long time.

She stood up, fished out sunglasses from her pocket, and put them on, covering her reddened eyes.

“Sister Xin, arrange for the shooting tomorrow morning,” she said as she walked out, her voice strong, “Hand me the script, and also, contact whoever can still be reached, inquire about news from Liu Xinming’s side…”

After the two had left.

Jiang Fulai came in from outside.

Bai Lian picked up the cigarette box that Yan Lu had left on the sofa, playing with it in one hand, her gaze lowered, in no rush, as she drew out a long, thin cigarette from the box.

With the cigarette loosely held between her fingertips, she bit it casually, and as she turned her head, she saw Jiang Fulai coming out of the courtyard.

The two exchanged glances for a moment.

Bai Lian:

“Ptui.”

She spat out the cigarette.

Police station.

Chief Chen came to check on Zhang Shize’s case, and the station chief was very surprised to know that he was looking into Zhang Shize, quickly leading him to the detention area, “He’s right here.”

Chief Chen peered through the small window in the iron door at Zhang Shize inside.

Zhang Shize lay on the only bed, motionless.

Chief Chen frowned, “Open the door.”

The door was opened.

Looking at Zhang Shize’s back, Chief Chen said, “Zhang Shize, Miss Bai asked me to come to see you.”

The other party still didn’t move.

There was no basic reaction whatsoever.

“Chief Chen, he’s been in this position for the past two days, hasn’t touched his meals,” the station chief quickly explained, “We didn’t do anything; this kid got beaten up by the victim himself. You didn’t see the bloody scene; it was a vicious attack, aiming to take a life, the methods were extremely cruel…”

If it were someone else, they would almost certainly believe this was PTSD.

But he didn’t think Zhang Shize would have it.

After all, when they received this report, they felt that this man was mentally abnormal, and a person with abnormal mentality torturing a victim wouldn’t have any aftermath effects.

Chief Chen’s brows were furrowed as he looked at Zhang Shize, “I understand; bring me the file to look at.”

His tone was somber.

He walked out, pulling out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent this message to Bai Lian.

The person responsible for this case had already gone to fetch Zhang Shize’s file.

Back in his office, Chief Chen opened the file that was brought to him, read it from beginning to end, his frown deepening, “Is this all?”

“Yes,” the station chief replied cautiously.

In fact, the officers responsible for the courtroom and case investigation were all very puzzled.

Zhang Shize and Liu Xinming were completely parallel lines. Today, they had brought in Zhang Shize’s homeroom teacher and neighbors, and according to the investigation, Zhang Shize was a sunny, helpful big boy.

But Liu Xinming was also a kind, philanthropic businessman.

It remained a mystery why Zhang Shize had beaten the man to such a state, and he still refused to cooperate with the investigation.

The phone outside rang, and an officer answered it, his expression serious.

Two minutes later, he came in to report, “Chief Chen, our brothers at the hospital said that Liu Xinming’s resuscitation failed, and he died at 21:42.”

After this incident, they had specially set up a team, putting a part of their police force at the hospital.

“This is going to be troublesome,” Director Chen put down the file, pressing on his forehead, he murmured softly.

Xiangcheng Hospital.

Director Liu looked at Liu Xinming, who was covered by a white cloth. The veins on his face angrily trembled under the harsh, pale light. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot, “Zhang, Shize!”

The cold hospital corridor seemed to be swept by a chill, eerie and spine-chilling.

When Bai Lian waited at the Zhang Family until three o’clock, Weng Qi and a few of Zhang Shize’s brothers hurried over.

She briefly told them what had happened before she went back.

By the time she returned home, she had received a message from Yan Lu.

It was a video.

Yan Lu: “They added drugs to the drinks.”

Yan Lu: “I’m not the only victim; he had many videos that should have been destroyed by Director Liu. If they can be found, mine can be made public.”

Yan Lu: “He saw the letter in which Liu Xinming threatened me; it’s all because of me.”

Bai Lian looked down, staring intently at the video, her fingers clutching the phone turning white.

The next day, Wednesday.

Zhang Family.

At eleven in the morning, Yan Lu finished shooting a video and went to the police station with Zhang’s mother, bringing some daily necessities for Zhang Shize. Today the police treated them much better.

It surprised Sister Xin.

“Auntie,” Weng Qi had taken a half-day off today to accompany Zhang’s mother, “my mom wants you to stay at our place for a couple of days. Don’t worry, they are looking for a lawyer in Beicheng…”

Finally.

He gave Yan Lu a complicated look and took Zhang’s mother back to his own home.

Zhang’s father was on a business trip, and no one could contact him when he was away.

Weng Qi used to joke that Zhang Shize’s father was like a secret agent, but now, no matter what, they definitely couldn’t let Zhang’s mother stay at home alone.

Weng Qi went home.

Yan Lu and Sister Xin went to find Bai Lian.

Zhang Family’s living room.

As soon as Yan Lu and Sister Xin opened the door.

They smelt a faint scent of smoke.

Bai Lian stood by the window with three photos pinched in one hand and a slim cigarette loosely held in the other, her brows lightly furrowed, making it difficult to see her expression. Hearing someone enter, she stuffed the photos back into her pocket.

The other hand casually pushed the window open.

Dispelling the smell of smoke.

The midday sunlight was fierce, passing through the thin smoke, casting its light on the girl’s face, mysterious and dangerous.

Both Yan Lu and Sister Xin paused for a moment.

“Sit,” Bai Lian directed them towards the sofa, gesturing for the two to sit first.

Sister Xin quickly found a seat to sit down, while Yan Lu didn’t know what to say. She had thought that today Bai Lian would say something to her, but she hadn’t expected her to remain silent.

Even her gaze remained as it always had been.

Yan Lu softly sat down next to Sister Xin.

The living room became quiet.

Just as Sister Xin couldn’t help but want to say something.

The door was knocked on three times, polite and respectful.

Sister Xin wondered who could be visiting at this time and so politely knocking.

While she thought this, she went to open the living room door, only to see a somewhat familiar figure.

As an agent, Sister Xin naturally remembered all the investors. She was startled and couldn’t believe the person would appear here. She opened her mouth in surprise, “Xu, Xu En? How did you come here?”

On the sofa, Yan Lu, who was deep in thought, also looked up and was very surprised to see Xu En.

Xu En glanced at Sister Xin.

He was busy with work and had not brought his assistant.

So he did not recognize that this was Yan Lu’s agent. He just cracked a hasty smile, nodded a slight acknowledgment to her, and walked inside.

When he saw Bai Lian standing by the window, Xu En finally sighed in relief, “Ah…”

“Xu En, I’m just going to ask you one question,” Bai Lian extinguished the cigarette and looked aside indifferently. She looked at Xu En without even addressing him as “Mr. Xu,” and simply asked, “Who were you trying to save by seeking me out yesterday? Liu Xinming?”