Hmph, whatever it is, she’ll find out sooner or later.
That sickly adopted daughter can’t stay in the countryside forever, she’ll definitely return to the Imperial City, right?
A flash of inspiration hit Qin Wenrou—
That’s right, she didn’t need to dig deep herself, she just needed to take this news to provoke Qin Xin. It would be a huge blow to Qin Xin.
The blood bag, ha, her value to Mr. Nalan was rely that of a pathetic blood bag, not even as good as a robot.
And once Qin Xin knew this cruel truth, she would naturally, out of anger, go investigate that adopted daughter.
When Qin Xin fiercely clashes with Mr. Nalan over the matter of the adopted daughter, Mr. Nalan would naturally stand by his sister.
Qin Xin has that stubborn temperant of preferring death over dishonor; she’s bound to fall out with Mr. Nalan.
Haha, by then, she would just reap the benefits.
She never thought that solving this issue could be so easy, she had been taking a roundabout way all this ti.
Qin Wenrou felt an indescribable happiness.
Thinking about it, for safety’s sake, she surreptitiously gave the family doctor a call without Mrs. Qin’s knowledge:
"Doctor Zhao, I’d like to check last year’s examination records of my family, yes, detailed ones, like those with blood type..."
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Imperial Mansion.
Presidential suite on the top floor.
Qin Xin pulled her hat down low, hands in pockets, as she kicked open the door.
The assassin followed behind, holding the wrecked FK125 that Qin Xin had destroyed, looking like life was worse than death.
Right now, he seed like a pitiable kidnapped victim, while the girl in front looked more like a bandit.
This was the most humiliating mission he’d ever taken on.
A woman, a bandit!
As soon as Qin Xin kicked open the door to the suite, she saw a tall man by the window turn around with sinister and cold purple eyes: "You ca pretty fast."
Qin Xin replied coldly, "If you want to die sooner, I can be faster."
The purple-eyed man sneered, "No one in this world who can kill has been born yet."
Qin Xin: "Sorry, now there is."
The assassin shivered.
Oh my, it’s like two icebergs colliding, each one more ruthless than the other.
Luckily, the purple-eyed man shot him a look and barked: "Get out."
The assassin imdiately straightened up, did an about-face, and disappeared outside the door in almost a second.
Only Qin Xin and the purple-eyed man were left in the room.
The silence was so profound you could hear a pin drop.
The purple-eyed man walked towards Qin Xin: "Si Moyu, my na, you are allowed to know it."
Qin Xin: "..."
She couldn’t be bothered to speak with this narcissistic CEO type.
The scalpel slowly unfolded in her hand.
Si Moyu looked at the girl with a cold deanor, her expression unchanged even when she heard his na, and his impatient mood inexplicably cald a bit:
"I’m your patient, Queen, you owe a surgery, stood up twice, inviting you over today isn’t asking too much, is it?"
Qin Xin finally raised an eyebrow.
No one should know that her identity, Queen, was her.
Not even Hong Jingtian knew.
Countless organizations, nations, and top billionaires in the world wanted to unearth her true identity, but none succeeded.
How did this hot-tempered, slightly idiot talkative man know?
Seeing Qin Xin silent, Si Moyu couldn’t help but curve his thin lips: "You must be wondering how I know?"
Qin Xin regarded him coldly.
Her eyes seed to say, I’m thinking about which of your blood vessels would cause you to die faster if I cut it.
Si Moyu waited a few seconds, and as she didn’t ask, he felt a bit embarrassed, so he coughed and tilted his chin up, deciding to explain himself—
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