Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
Miss Quan Jin… the appointed heir!
The only two men who had been to Quan’s house had admitted it.
The girl standing on the stage was the Princess of the Quan’s—the reason the family had been able to go from being middle class to becoming part of the elite?
Huh!
The same people who had been prepared to ridicule her were rendered speechless by the words of the two men.
“How is that possible?”
“She actually is! She is the Princess of the Quan’s…”
Wasn’t the rumored Princess Quan supposed to be shockingly beautiful? How…
Mo Qingtian was probably the most appalled. Disdain lingered in his expression as he stared at Quan Jin in disbelief, “Aren’t you the godchild of the An’s?! Why have you never told me about this? Did you think you could use your position as the only heir of the Quan family to clear your name and reverse the cancellation of the engagement? I won’t ever look at you again!”
Quan Jin was silent.
Fools.
The attendees changed their attitude toward Quan Jin almost instantly. Those who had just insulted Quan Jin were now shocked, pale, and horrified.
That was the Quan’s—the family they wished to have close ties with by befriending Miss Quan. Instead, they had deeply offended her.
“Miss Quan, we have misunderstood, we apologize—”
“We ask for your forgiveness…”
Then, as the crowd continued to apologize to Quan Jin—
Bang!
The doors of the hotel burst open.
The vice-captain of the law enforcement team, along with his armed men, hurried over, their vision scanning the surroundings, and finally landing on Mo Qingtian, who still seemed out of it, “Sir Mo, sorry to bother you. We have just received a tip-off that a criminal suspect charged with alleged murder and intimidation is in proximity. Who is Quan Jin?”
All eyes fell upon the girl on stage.
“Please come with us”
In the intense atmosphere, everyone’s looks shifted to Mo Qingtian.
Not a single word was uttered.
The vice-captain watched the reaction unfold before his eyes. As expected, he stared at the girl on stage, “So, are you Quan Jin?”
Quan Jin glanced at the officer and his team.
A deafening, arrogant voice yelled back at the officer, “Are you asking for the Quan Jin who killed An Yunnuan, or the only heir of the Quan family?”
Did she mean she was the heir of the Quan family? Indeed. The rumors coming from the capital were right: this person, thought to be a peasant that was trying to climb the ranks through the An family, was in fact the true Princess of Jiang.
“My apologies, Miss Quan Jin, we are just doing as we are told. We just have a small problem that requires Miss Quan to head over to the police department for clarification,” the officer explained meekly. He couldn’t afford to mess with the Quan family anyway.
“Let’s go, none of you have the guts to kill me anyway. Just a little reminder…”
The officer’s lips twitched.
“Please go on, Miss Quan.”
“You can’t handle me.”
Quan Jin came to stand right in front of the officer.
She scanned the crowd with her eyes, finally setting them on Mo Qingtian. “Remember, you never cancelled this marriage, I did,” she reminded him, with a conceited tone, punctuating every word, “You. are. not. on. my. level.”
The lowly Quan Jin, who had been so obsessed with him in the past, had suddenly become the princess of the Quan’s and even dared to look down on him.
Mo Qingtian lashed out—his pride and ego provoked, “You really think that the Quan’s are still comparable to the Mo family? Without the protection of the country, you would have been nothing, Quan Jin! I refuse to believe that you are the only person with a heart that matches Nuannuan’s! In three days, I will have the Quan family completely evicted from Jiang!”
Quan Jin stopped short.
That was a first!
Quan Jin had never been on the receiving end of such threats. Ever.
She would have been nothing?
Did he really think that the current Quan Jin was still the same girl as before?
She could destroy the whole of Jiang with her words alone, let alone the Mo family.
“Evicting me from Jiang? You have such faith in yourself, President Mo!”
“You’re suddenly afraid? Too late!” Mo Qingtian retorted, smugly.
Quan Jin lifted her head to meet the arrogance of Mo Qingtian with an equally conceited expression, though a sense of foreboding lingered in her eyes. She huffed, uninterested, and turned away.
She spat, “Afraid? Maybe a little afraid that you Mo’s can’t handle the consequences of offending me! Prophecy: Mo Corporation seized in three seconds!”
She left without looking back.