The real heiress's disguise has been exposed, making her the most beloved member of Beijing

The sight before her eyes almost froze Qin Yulian's blood.

Jiang Yangxu lay curled up on the carpet not far from her door, his right hand tightly clutching his left shoulder, bright red blood gushing out from between his fingers, quickly staining his expensive silk pajamas and the light-colored carpet beneath him, forming a glaring pool of scarlet!

"Yang Xu—!" Qin Yulian screamed shrilly and lunged forward.

"Who let you... come out..." Jiang Yangxu's face was ashen, his lips trembling as he turned his head with difficulty to look at her, his eyes filled with complex and unreadable emotions.

Qin Yulian's steps suddenly stopped! As if struck by lightning, she instantly turned to the other end of the corridor, rushed to her son Jiang Zhao's bedroom door, and frantically pounded on the heavy solid wood door with her fists and body!

"Zhao'er! Open the door! Wake up! A bad guy has broken into the house! Zhao'er—!!" she shouted hoarsely, her fingernails scraping against the smooth door panel with a harsh sound.

However, the door remained as if it had been welded shut, completely still, and the inside was utterly silent.

Just then, the black-clad assassin who had been watching coldly made his move.

He raised his foot and kicked Jiang Yangxu, who was curled up on the ground, in the side without any mercy!

"Ugh!" Jiang Yangxu let out a short cry of pain as his body was kicked and rolled over, crashing into the overturned coffee table leg, scattering several pieces of broken porcelain.

The assassin stopped looking at the man on the ground, gripping the still-dripping dagger, and walked step by step, steadily and imposingly, toward Qin Yulian, who was frozen in front of Jiang Zhaomen.

Blood droplets from the knife tip fell one by one onto the expensive carpet with his steps, spreading out as dark red dots.

Lying on the ground, Jiang Yangxu used the act of covering his wound to hide the slight distorted smile at the corner of his mouth.

Why isn't that idiot assassin following the script?!

But... it doesn't matter!

Once his wife Qin Yulian dies, he will be able to clear himself of suspicion!

Jiang Yangxu sneered inwardly, but his face immediately contorted into a desperate expression. He struggled to sit up and screamed at the assassin's retreating figure, "No! Don't kill my wife! Come at me! Come at me!"

The voice was shrill, as if filled with a deep sense of despair.

Qin Yulian leaned against the cold door, watching the approaching assassin and the dripping blood knife. After the initial panic, a strange, cold, desperate calm rose from the bottom of her heart.

She stopped her futile knocking, her body no longer trembling. She stared intently at the only pair of emotionless eyes the assassin had revealed, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams, yet unusually clear: "Who... are you? Why did you come to kill me?"

The assassin stopped two steps away from her, tilted his head, and a very soft chuckle seemed to come from beneath his mask. He said in a cruelly mocking tone, "Strictly speaking, my only target is you. As for why..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over the dying Jiang Yangxu on the ground. "It was your dear husband who paid a hefty sum to have me come and take your life."

His Mandarin had a foreign accent.

Hearing this, Night Shadow, who was hiding outside the window, was stunned. What was going on? Wasn't the assassin hired by Jiang Yangxu? Why was he revealing his sugar daddy?

Qin Yulian was struck dumb, and she turned her head sharply to look at Jiang Yangxu. Her pupils dilated suddenly due to extreme shock and disbelief. "Yangxu, is it really you...?"

"Yu Lian! Don't listen to his nonsense!" Jiang Yangxu immediately retorted excitedly, struggling to get up, but falling back down in pain. "He...he's framing me! Trying to sow discord between us! If I wanted to kill you, why...why would I have gotten myself into this state?!"

He pointed to his bleeding shoulder, his face filled with anger and injustice.

The assassin seemed to find the scene particularly amusing and continued in broken Mandarin, "Oh, it's true that I caused your husband's injury. After all, to complete the mission, I have to put on a show so that no one can suspect him, right?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "cannot give anyone any suspicion".

These words struck Qin Yulian's heart like a final, heavy blow.

She swayed, barely managing to stand by holding onto the door frame. The look in her eyes as she looked at Jiang Yangxu changed instantly from shock and doubt to bone-chilling coldness and utter despair.

Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, gripped the small paper cutter even tighter, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

When Jiang Yangxu, who was on the ground, heard the assassin's superfluous explanation, he was first stunned, and then a sinister and knowing look flashed quickly in his eyes.

What a self-righteous idiot!

But... it's okay!

What difference does it make if Yulian dies here tonight and learns the truth before she dies?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yangxu stopped defending himself and simply met Qin Yulian's shocked gaze with his eyes, which held a mixture of pain, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible madness.

Night Shadow, watching all this from outside the window, darkened his gaze.

It's time to take action.

Inside the room, the assassin raised his blood-dripping knife, while Qin Yulian's hidden knife in her sleeve was also poised to strike.

And at this moment——

"boom--!!!"

A deafening bang!

The heavy front door, carved with intricate patterns, was violently kicked open from the outside!

The door panel fell to the ground with a thud.

A figure appeared against the light, standing by the broken window!

Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

Qin Yulian looked over and saw a woman standing by the window. Her eyes were like icy blades, and she exuded a terrifying chill. In her hand, a gun with a deathly glint was locked onto the knife-wielding assassin!