From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 522: 243 Ajang (late night update)_3

The police officer said expressionlessly, “Be honest, how did you kill Liang Yanran?”

Liang Xiaohong fell silent.

When the interrogation time was up, Liang Xiaohong was taken away by a female police officer and sent to the detention center, where she was locked up alone.

At noon, the prison guard came to deliver lunch. Liang Xiaohong sat blankly in the corner until the door was gently knocked, and she suddenly woke up, rushing to the small hole in the door.

Outside the door stood a male prison guard with a square face, his gloomy eyes staring at her, his mouth open.

Liang Xiaohong understood his lip language.

The man put down the lunch and turned away.

As his footsteps gradually disappeared, Liang Xiaohong’s face turned pale, and she collapsed to the ground in despair.

After a while, she looked at the lunch plate on the ground, shredded potato and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, emitting a tempting aroma.

Liang Xiaohong trembled as she reached out her hand…

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A black Jaguar was parked under the big elm tree opposite the detention center, its smooth and powerful body lines revealing the owner’s low-key ambition.

In the back seat, a man had a black laptop on his lap, and on the screen was the gentle and beautiful face of a girl in a white dress.

The car window was half rolled down, and the ashes of the cigarette butt at the man’s fingertips fell gently, disappearing with the wind.

The man’s fingers were full of callouses, and a scar on the back of his hand was startling.

The ambulance roared in, making an emergency stop at the entrance of the detention center. The paramedics rushed in pushing a stretcher, and quickly wheeled an unconscious woman onto the ambulance, which sped away, followed by a police car.

In the blink of an eye, both the ambulance and the police car disappeared onto the road, leaving no trace.

The man threw away the cigarette butt and said indifferently, “Let’s go.”

The wheels rolled over the fallen leaves, splashing water from the roadside, and slowly drove into the driveway.

“Boss, Madam is calling.”

The man frowned slightly, “Tell her I’m in Yunzhou, on a mission.” His magnetic voice was extremely cold, much colder than the winter cold.

“But, Madam…”

“No buts.” The man took off his headset and threw it directly into the drawer.

He reached into his pocket and touched a cigarette box, but ultimately took out a lighter from his other pocket instead.

The lighter was made of pure silver, square in shape, with a woman’s relief on it. It seemed to have been caressed often, the woman’s face had become a bit blurred, but her mysterious charm had grown even more attractive.

The man gently stroked the relief with his finger, and with a “snap” the flame ignited.

In the man’s eyes, a cluster of ice-blue flames burned, surrounded by a dense black pupil like thick ink. As the blue fire scorched and devoured his heart and bones, it seemed to possess the power to destroy everything in the world.

The car drove into the Foreign Language High School gate and stopped in the parking lot.

The man got out of the car and looked towards the direction of the auditorium. He squinted his eyes and walked in.

At this time, the award ceremony had already begun.

It was being announced by Liu Xiangyue step by step.

The gold, silver and bronze medals were awarded in a ratio of 1:2:3. This year, there were 88 bronze medals, 66 silver medals, and 32 gold medals.

Among them, 60 of the top performers would be selected to join the national training team in preparation for next year’s IMO.

First, they announced the bronze medal winners, and then the winners went on stage to receive their awards, with the medals being presented by the leaders, followed by group photos.

All the bronze medal winners were announced, but Xie Zhen didn’t hear her name, and she couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment.

There was no hope.

She had never really held out much hope to begin with, she was already satisfied just participating, so Xie Zhen took a deep breath and put on a smile.

Ming Jing, Liu Muxue and Zhao Heng, Song Yinzhang didn’t hear their names either, but all four remained calm.

Liu Muxue patted Xie Zhen’s shoulder: “To be honest, it’s already a miracle that you were able to make it here. Be content.”

Xie Zhen didn’t know whether Liu Muxue was praising or belittling her, and she smiled, “Thank you for your comfort.”

“You’re welcome.”

Liu Muxue glanced at Ming Jing who was sitting quietly and raised her eyebrows: “How about we make a bet? Both of us will make the national team.”

Ming Jing didn’t say anything, Xie Zhen intervened: “Isn’t it obvious? Do we still need to bet?”

Liu Muxue snorted: “Of course, we need to. My strength is undeniable, but Ming Jing suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Who knows if it’s just like a blind cat catching a dead rat?”

“You bet on yourself.” Ming Jing said.

“No, you must bet with me. If I win…” Liu Muxue’s eyes rolled around; “you will call me sister.”

So petty, clearly just wanting Ming Jing to call her sister.

Ming Jing ignored her, Liu Muxue chuckled and leaned closer to Ming Jing: “What’s wrong with having a powerful sister? You should be grateful. Not everyone has the fortune to be my little sister.”

Xie Zhen muttered that it was only because Ming Jing was good-tempered; if her temper was worse, she would have turned her face on the spot.

Every word of Liu Muxue’s accurately trampled on other people’s sore spots, which was also a skill.

As they whispered to each other, the bronze medal winners who heard their names went on stage to receive their awards. For a moment, the whole auditorium was chaotic, so no one noticed a man entering and sitting in an inconspicuous corner in the last row.

In the row in front, with two seats in between, sat two delicately dressed women. One of them, with long wavy hair, looked at the young man on the stage with admiration and sighed, “Ah Jiang, you’re so lucky to have such a good husband-to-be. It’s hard to find one even with a lantern.”

The woman casually brushed a strand of hair from her temples. Her slim, delicate wrist was accentuated by a green jade bracelet, making her appear exceptionally soft and frail.

Her nails were neatly rounded and clean, coated with a transparent nail polish. They looked like smooth, flawless jade.

Her simple hair-flipping gesture exuded endless tenderness, which made people feel comfortable at heart.

“Don’t talk about me, your Shen Zhou is also not bad.” The woman’s voice was even gentler, like Peach Blossom Wine, intoxicating the listener.

Upon hearing this voice, the man in the back row narrowed his eyes slightly, casting his gaze inconspicuously.

As though sensing his stare, the woman subtly glanced back.

The next moment, her pupils trembled with fear, clearly recognizing the man behind her.