My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 601: Late Retribution 9

"Although she knew some superficial differences, the guilt in her heart kept her from daring to ask you more. She simply wanted to take good care of you, to give you all the best things around her."

"At first, maybe you too were indulged in the tenderness she gave you, enjoying Fu Yuran’s devotion. You obediently followed all her arrangements,"

"but in reality, all these were pretenses. You harbored a murderous intent, wishing nothing more than to kill Fu Yuran and be done with it, right?"

"I want to know how much money they gave you to do these things?"

Fu Bairan’s expression went from initial shock to calmness. As Yuran spoke more and more, she seemed to start remembering.

At first, she reveled in Fu Yuran’s love for her, striving to treat her well, too well, in fact. But later on, she became jealous of Fu Bairan, who had such a sister.

From the very beginning, she approached Fu Yuran with an ulterior motive, and afterwards, she truly fell for Yinchao.

It never occurred to her that Yinchao had the same agenda, and in the end, the two could only commit crimes together; otherwise, neither would end well.

This was an inevitable event, so it would have to be even more cautious.

They didn’t plan to kill Fu Yuran at first. Was Yinchao really indifferent to so many years of Fu Yuran’s kindness?

No, they say kindness flows in silence, but Yinchao was just foolish, that’s why he realized it too late.

Now isn’t he regretting it every second? But what’s the use of regret?

Fu Yuran was dead, murdered by the two of them.

Fu Bairan intermittently thought of some past events. She didn’t want to say much to Yuran, as there wasn’t much to say anyhow, but now, facing such an aggressive Yuran, she felt as if she was being interrogated by Fu Yuran herself.

Was it because their names were too similar?

What was this sense of familiarity all about?

"You don’t have to trick me. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just don’t know."

Before her words even ended, two bodyguards, one on each side, grabbed her hands and yanked them backward with force. A crack was heard, and both her wrists were dislocated.

"Ah——"

After a scream, sweat dripped down Fu Bairan’s forehead, her face turning so pale it lost all color. She looked at Yuran in disbelief, "You..."

Yuran smiled, not at all concerned about the situation in front of her. She clicked her tongue twice while staring at Fu Bairan’s limp wrists, "Miss Fu Bairan, I don’t have time to waste here with you. It’s fine if you keep denying; let’s just see how many times your limbs can afford such amusement. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you?

As long as I don’t take your life, I can bear the consequences. Do you want to try?"

"Yuran, you’re insane..." Fu Bairan screamed, "I’ve said it, I don’t know anything. By what right do you treat me like this?"

Yuran uttered an ’Oh,’ "Just because you say you don’t know, should I believe it? Have I said that? You don’t know, but when the pain becomes unbearable, you will. I’ll give you the count of three—three, two..."

"I’ll talk."

Fu Bairan’s pupils constricted dramatically, looking at Yuran with hatred. She had never imagined capsizing in a ditch and that it would be at the hands of someone she wasn’t even close to, someone with whom she had hardly any relationship. This fact greatly displeased her.

Yuran motioned for the two bodyguards to let go of her, and upon hearing her signal, they stepped back, standing firm. Fu Bairan gasped for air violently, and under Yuran’s watchful gaze, she slowly began to speak, "I actually don’t know who the other party is;

She found me at another orphanage and then had me impersonate someone. The money would increase over time, and I would be given a substantial sum when I graduated. I’ve never seen her real face, though her voice did sound pleasant.

Whether she used a voice changer, I can’t be sure, but what I do know is that she hated you, and she didn’t feel sorry at all when she sold your sister. Later, through my interactions with Yinchao, we realized we served the same person, which is why we joined forces to plot against Fu Yuran."

"Plot to cause her death?"

Yuran cracked a smile, brilliantly bright, but it was a brilliance that made one feel uneasy.

Fu Bairan zoned out for a moment, saying nothing. Yuran didn’t press her for an answer; in fact, she didn’t want to know about her inner thoughts at all.

Seeing that Fu Bairan remained silent, Yuran continued to ask, "How did the other side give you the money?"

"A bank card they prepared themselves, with information me and Yinchao once tried to look into, but without success. The identity must not be simple. The money was a huge amount credited only after Fu Yuran died;

Exactly how much, I can’t remember now. We both invested it into Yinran Entertainment, only to lose everything."

Yuran, "I need the transfer records."

"I have an electronic version on my phone; you can take a look. Beyond that, I really don’t know anything."

Yuran laughed coldly, somewhat emotional, "Fu Yuran died at the hands of you two, which is really not unjust at all, after all, the two of you played your parts quite convincingly, didn’t you?"

Fu Bairan didn’t speak. At this moment, anything she said couldn’t wash away the mistakes she had made.

Yuran stood up, initially ready to leave but then, perhaps thinking of something, turned back to look at Fu Bairan, "Actually, you should thank me for bringing you here early today, because it seems your greed has caught someone’s attention. Do you know what they might do? It could be murder and arson. Imagine Yinchao’s fate."

Fu Bairan suddenly looked up, her pale face streaming with sweat, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty as she looked at Yuran, "What do you mean by that?"

Yuran gave a small laugh and walked out, "Exactly what it sounds like, that if he’s not careful, he won’t survive tonight. Let’s hope he doesn’t die so soon."

"Is it your doing?"

Yuran paused in her steps, turning to look at her as if she were an idiot, "Me? I would indeed like to do it, but my status is sensitive, so let’s forget it. Being extorted for no reason, would you willingly hand over money if you were in my shoes?

Furthermore, years have passed since then. Thinking you can find one trick to conquer the world, do you really believe everyone else is a fool and only you two are the smartest?

That’s quite an overestimation."

...

Bo Yan was waiting outside. Seeing Yuran come out with a not-so-great expression, he stepped forward to pull her into his arms, "Unhappy?"

Yuran nestled in his embrace and nodded, "I can’t quite describe how heartbroken I am. It just feels a little unworthy. It’s not that I feel wronged for myself, I just think I was a little blind."

"No, my baby is too kind-hearted, which is why you were deceived," Bo Yan consoled.

Yuran smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Seventh Brother, let’s go home."

"Alright, let’s go, let’s head home," Bo Yan agreed.

As Bo Yan led Yuran away, he instructed the bodyguards, "Turn on the TV later for me, keep it on the live news broadcast channel of the Imperial Capital."

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