Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 446 - 450

Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress - Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Wen Xinya, It’s Still Unknown Who’ll Win

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The pitch-black room was so dark that one couldn’t see his own hands. In the emptiness, only breathing—at times slow and at times hastened—accompanied the eeriness in its melody.

Xia Ruya reached out in front of her gently only to feel a glass surface—a mirror actually stood before her. If not for the fact that she knew her position and could feel it, who’d have known that in this pitch-black house, the mirror was actually just right in front of her?

The mirror before her was pitch dark, totally couldn’t reflect her image.

However, she felt a special sense of security. Only in darkness like this could she totally release her genuine emotions—even the mirror couldn’t reflect the hatred stirring within her.

“Wen! Xin! Ya!” She slowly spat out three words from her tender lips. She could feel that as she said each word, the hatred in her eyes was like a teeth-baring higanbana—a flower blossoming from her viscous blood like a hysterical demon.

That alluring fire-red color and perfect exterior couldn’t conceal her pathetic soul…

Out of the blue, a depressing, bone-piercing chill arose.

“Wen Xinya, it’s still unknown who’ll win. You’ll need my permission to mock me. The ultimate winner is the one who’ll have the last and greatest laugh.” Her lips slowly parted, revealing a smile. She could feel how bone-piercingly enchanting her own smile looked right now—such intense and cold gorgeousness was like a demon’s sharp claws emerging from the flower bud.

“Just you wait. I’ll make you pay back several times of the humiliation and distress that I’ve endured today.” Xia Ruya’s voice suddenly sharpened into a piercing sound like that of scissors ripping silk apart in an instant—the sound contained soul-frightening hatred and madness wanting to destroy one’s mental clarity.

“Hahahaha…” Xia Ruya suddenly broke into a piercing laugh. She thought… her expression currently must be extremely twisted with hatred, but… so what—even she couldn’t see it, who else could?

“Ring ring ring ring!” A loud, hurried sound rang suddenly. The slightly piercing sound instantly torn her eardrums and shook her awake.

She slowly switched on the light. The mirror suddenly reflected a thin, pale—almost transparent, and tender little face. The pink-colored trails of tears on her cheeks added a touch of exquisite charm to her pale face. Her sad lips with dry lines parted slightly, presenting a tinge of hardly visible redness—a beauty that touched one’s soul.

Such alluring paleness, charming fragility, and stubbornly pretty decadence was breathtakingly beautiful, yet lightened her aggressiveness and instead made her appear pale and pitiful.

She blinked gently and the hatred buried below her eyes instantly disappeared without a trace.

“Ring ring ring ring!”

The doorbell continued ringing. Only then did Xia Ruya get up and got out of the room to get the door.

From the fish-eye lens on the door, she saw Ning Shuqian and hurriedly opened the door. “Aunt Ning, please come in.”

Ning Shuqian entered the house quickly, suddenly closed the door tight, and checked the safety door lock before saying, “Why are the paparazzi so difficult these days—I’ve been watched since I left home. Luckily, I was quick-witted, changed out when I went to the supermarket to buy something, brought the reporters round and round, and only got them off my back with great difficulty.”