Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Wen Xinya sank to the ground as she instinctively stretched out her hand to cover her forehead. However, fresh blood seeped through the cracks of her fingers unrelentingly, covering her hand in blood.

A sense of fear arose within Wen Haowen as he subconsciously stepped back. He didn’t expect things to develop to such a stage either.

Ning Shuqian looked at the Wen Xinya lying down on the ground, her gorgeous little face devoid of color within an instant, pale and weak with a fragile translucence. Fresh blood ran along her fingers and stained her face, making her look unearthly.

A wave of mania ran through her heart uncontrollably. Wen Xinya, you b*tch! Such a small injury let you off lightly.

Mother Wang heard Master’s irritable voice from the living room, felt uneasy, rushed out in a hurry, and saw Wen Xinya curled up on the ground with a pool of heart-frightening fresh blood.

“Ahh!” Frightened, Mother Wang screamed and rushed over hurriedly. “Oh my god, Miss, you’ve bled so much. Help! Somebody help!” Panicked, Mother Wang screamed at the top of her lungs.

Yet, her heart felt cold—even a monster wouldn’t hurt its own children, but Master actually hit Miss so violently. Miss was already bleeding so badly, yet Master watched with a cool detachment aside, never once calling out for their servants!

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of sympathy towards Miss.

Mother Wang’s sharp voice awoke Wen Xinya’s fuzzy brain. As she slowly regained consciousness, the pain felt more and more vivid.

Hiss! It hurts!

Damn, she actually failed miserably in such an easy task. Wen Xinya couldn’t help but curse in her heart.

Ning Shuqian this b*tch actually dared to set her up—she vowed to seek revenge.

“What’s this din about!” Old Mr. Wen had gone fishing with an old friend and came back slightly later as they were in a good mood.

As if she found a straw to clutch at, Mother Wang started crying. “Old Master, you’re finally back. Quick, come over and look at Miss—Miss is bleeding so badly.”

Upon walking into the living room, Old Mr. Wen was met with such a sight: His granddaughter lying down on the ground, one hand pressing on her forehead, fresh red blood seeping through her fingers, covering her hand in fresh blood, her pale and weak face seemingly lifeless.

His pupils constricted and his breathing became heavy as he ran over, pushed Mother Wang aside, and shook Wen Xinya’s body. “Xinya, Xinya…”

Wen Xinya was very conscious but felt cold and weak all over as her teeth chattered. She had read that blood loss would make one feel extremely cold—it was spot on.

With reddened eyes, Old Mr. Wen screamed at Mother Wang. “What are you standing there for—quick, get Old Tao to send Xinya to the hospital.”

Right after screaming, he hurriedly retrieved his phone and called Old Tao, his aged hands seeming to tremble and become weak from dialing the numbers.

Only then did Wen Xinya muster up the strength for a pale and frail smile. She said with a shaking voice, “Grandpa, I’m not hurting, just feeling a bit cold!” Saying which, her body started shivering.

“Xinya, hang in there. Grandpa will send you to the hospital immediately!” Old Mr. Wen’s voice was trembling and he couldn’t even speak smoothly.

Shivering from the cold, Wen Xinya curled her body up. “Grandpa, help me up!”

Old Mr. Wen hurriedly helped Wen Xinya up. Unexpectedly, Wen Xinya stumbled and almost planted herself to the ground. She stubbornly straightened her spine, her gorgeous lean body filled with an unbending aura and a determined tenacity. She looked at Wen Haowen directly and said, “Father, Aunt Ning, I did no wrong. I’m not going to the Jiang Family to apologize to Miss Jiang and Madam Jiang.”

Wen Haowen looked at her face covered in fresh blood, looking unearthly, like a hideous ghost, looking at him coldly. Even the weak curve at the tip of her lips became ghastly, and especially her pair of eyes, seemingly tainted with the flow of blood, seemingly able to look through one’s soul, leaving him stricken with fear.

Old Mr. Wen, whole-heartedly concerned about his granddaughter’s wellbeing and totally dismissing Wen Haowen and Ning Shuqian, suddenly looked towards Wen Haowen, his aged eyes glowing with ruthless ferocity. “This was caused by you?”

Wen Haowen subconsciously took a step back. In the face of the Old Man’s earth-shattering anger, he actually felt the urge to escape. Embarrassed, he smiled and said, “Father, it’s all because of Xinya—she did something wrong and I was punishing her when I accidentally…”

Pa!

A ruthless slap suddenly struck Wen Haowen’s face. If he had been disappointed with this son previously, he was now hopeless towards him. He looked at him with reddened eyes and said, “Even a monster wouldn’t hurt its own children—you’re simply worse than a beast!”

Fresh blood seeped from Wen Haowen’s lips as he covered his face, his pupils rapidly constricting, his breathing getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes glowing with malice, as he stared at Old Mr. Wen just like this.

Old Mr. Wen looked back at him straight in the eyes. “You, listen up. Regarding the matter about the Jiang Family, I’ve heard from Xinya long ago. Her actions were all incited by me, and all business dealings between the Wen Family and the Jiang Family were canceled by me.”

Wen Haowen stared at him in disbelief. “Father, how could you do this? The Wen Family and the Jiang Family have collaborated for many years, and you actually broke off the business relations between the two families because of a Wen Xinya. Do you know how much monetary loss this will cause to the Wen Corporation?”

Old Mr. Wen looked at him coldly. “The Wen Family and the Jiang Family operate in different areas. Thus, canceling the collaboration won’t affect the Wen Family much. Although this old man has already retired from the business world, I’m still very clear on this—you don’t have to scare me with this.”

Old Mr. Wen looked at him with disappointment—at such a ripe age, he judged more poorly than an underage girl. It was the right decision that he did not hand the Wen Corporation over to him earlier and instead searched for the true descendant of the Wen Family.

“Father, you’re old and muddle-headed! The top four affluent families do things in their own ways, with the Gu Family dominating and the Su Family having wild ambitions, wanting to stick their hands into the area of luxury products in the recent years. As the top four affluent families, what harm does it do for the Wen Family and the Jiang Family to be on good terms? With a mere apology from Xinya to the Jiang Family, this matter will blow over. Why are you so stubborn?” Wen Haowen looked at Old Mr. Wen, totally puzzled.

Old Mr. Wen’s raging fury calmed down gradually just like this. “The Jiang Family humiliated and bullied our Wen Family, there’s no reason for the eldest daughter and the successor of the Wen Family to apologize. Anyway, the fault lies with the Jiang Family. They should be the ones apologizing to us. You’re the best, siding with outsiders to bully your own family member—I’ve lived such a long life and it’s a first for me.”

Wen Haowen’s old face turned red, and he couldn’t help but become angry from embarrassment. “Father, wake up!”

Old Mr. Wen smiled coldly and said, “I think you’re the one who should wake up. The Wen Family doesn’t tolerate anyone challenging our powers—this is my bottom line. And this child, Xinya, has done well, even better than my expectation.”