Chapter 700: 359 Ruthless (Second Update)_2
But Ran Bowen was a downright villain who committed every evil deed from murder to arson, so much so that people seemed to spit contemptuously in passing by his grave.
These two individuals, polar opposites, should never have crossed paths in their lifetimes.
Yet inconceivably, these two diamentrically different people turned out to be biological father and daughter.
It was simply too hard to accept.
One exceedingly good, the other remarkably evil.
One could hardly distinguish how much evil was mixed in with the good and how much good hid within the evil.
Being Ran Bowenâs daughter, she could indeed inherit everything from him, including his sworn enemies.
One could easily imagine that her life would no longer be peaceful in the years to come.
Who knows how many people envied this extraordinarily thrilling life she led.
ââThe current leader of the Qinglong Association was Master Xiao, who was rumored to be extremely handsome, even surpassing the popular male stars in the entertainment industry. Yet, upon meeting her, he would have to respectfully greet her as âauntâ.
ââWhat an intriguing life this pompous young lady now had, she could strut about in Jiangzhou with impunity.
Naturally, online news disclosed that Ming Jingâs senior sister, Ming Xin, was the true heiress of the Zhus, touching many by the sisterly sentiment they displayed at the banquet, rather than getting swept away by the manipulative online sentiment.
Of course, everyone also came to know of Qu Feitaiâs loss of composure at the banquet.
ââMy poor Xiao Fei, he must be heartbroken now.
ââMost people probably wouldnât accept the daughter of the infamous Ran Bowen. Only because it was Ming Jing, the outrage wasnât as great. If you knew anything about Ran Bowen, youâd understand the kind of atrocities heâs committed. Xiao Fei probably couldnât accept it for the time being for just that reason.
ââSuch a riveting couple. This is going to be one hell of a roller-coaster.
At a hotel in Jiangzhou presently, Yun Mo gazed at the unconscious young man lying on the bed and demanded, âWhat on earth happened?â
Bai Ziyan ran his fingers through his hair, âMing Jing is Ran Bowenâs daughter. Xiao Fei fell into some kind of frenzy after learning about it; he simply cannot accept it.â
âWhat did you say?â
Bai Ziyan stuttered in response to the chilling gaze of the man before him, âWhat...whatâs wrong, Brother Yun?â
âWho did you say is Ming Jingâs father?â
âRan Bowen, the notorious figure in Jiangzhou.â
He didnât understand why everyone seemed so shocked. What difference did it make whose daughter Ming Jing was? Wasnât she still Ming Jing?
âItâs true. Ran Tengxiao came to get her in person. Thereâs no mistake.â
âSo itâs true...â murmured Bo Lianye.â
âBy the way, I saw Uncle Bo at the banquet too. When did Uncle Bo get acquainted with The Zhus?â
âWhat? Uncle Bo was there too?â Bo Lianye exclaimed in shock.
âWhen I left, Uncle Bo was still there. I donât know about now. What you donât know is that when Uncle Bo appeared, the ladies of Jiangzhou were almost drooling over him. They couldnât wait to throw themselves at Uncle Bo.â
Bo Lianye curled her lips. âThe noble young ladies of Jingzhou donât catch Uncle Boâs eye, let alone those from Jiangzhou.â
âText me when youâre coming back. I will pick you up from the airport.â
After Bo Lianye hung up the call, she turned around and saw Bo Yujiang standing behind her.
âAunt, youâre still awake?â
âWere you talking to Ningning?â Bo Yujiang walked over and poured a glass of water.
âYes, she went to Jiangzhou to attend The Zhuâs banquet tonight. Let me tell you something big. Ming Jing is not really The Zhuâs heiress. Her senior sister is. Do you know who she really is?â Bo Lianye said excitedly.
Bo Yujiang smiled calmly, âWhat?â
âCan you believe sheâs Ran Bowenâs daughter? Do you know who Ran Bowen is, aunt?â
âIâve heard of him. So thatâs how it is. She really doesnât look like it.â Bo Yujiangâs hand, grasping the glass, trembled slightly. She dropped her gaze to hide the storm in her eyes.
âDonât judge a book by its cover. How good can Ran Bowenâs daughter be?â Bo Lianye curled her lips, her expression contemptuous.
They were just some low-class people. They were not fit for high society and could only show off in remote and poor places.
Bo Yujiang took her glass of water and returned to her room. As soon as the door closed, her face instantly turned grave.
The daughter of Ran Bowen? How could this be possible?
Was she back for revenge?
Bo Yujiang squinted her eyes, her fingers caressing the smooth surface of the glass.
But she chuckled suddenly, her lips curling into a mocking smirk.
After all, Ran Bowen died at the hands of Yu Jiang. If she wanted revenge, she could only find Yu Jiang.
Regrettably, the grass on Yu Jiangâs grave had been changed three times over.
Bo Yujiang raised her glass and made a toast to thin air.
âA Yu, donât blame me. You brought it all on yourself.â