Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress
chapter-129

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios!

Wen Xinya stood tall beside Grandpa, like an unsheathed sword in full glory, ready to execute all demons and monsters.

In the face of the increasingly brazen stares of judgment from the audience, she looked cold and indifferent.

With Wen Haowen’s support, the couple became fearless. They looked around with sly, greedy eyes, evidently in calculation.

“What the hell are you looking at? I’m Miss Wen Xinya’s foster mother. If you dare to offend me, I’ll tell my daughter and have her dig your eyes out,” said the foster mother, Li Yun. Her sharp, mean voice had utterly ruined the classy ambiance at the dinner.

The foster father, Zhang Guang, rushed upstage. Pulling Wen Xinya’s arm, he said angrily, “Bad girl, give me some money so I can get some alcohol. Otherwise, I’ll beat you to death, you lousy girl.”

Wen Xinya stepped back and stated coldly, “From the day I’ve returned to the Wen Family, I’ve had nothing more to do with the both of you. Was the amount given by the Wen Family to you too meager? Or have the both of you exhausted it, and want to extort more from me?” She suddenly chuckled. “You have raised me for three years, and I have raised the both of you for twelve years in return. The Wen Family has additionally given the both of you a million dollars, concluding the fate that had brought us together. Kindly don’t appear before me in the future.”

The merciless words of closure left everyone dumbfounded! To sever all ties with the foster parents who had raised you in front of the crowd, it seemed too heartless!

Ning Shuqian pitched in. “Xinya, what are you talking about—they are, after all, your foster parents, and have raised you before you returned to the Wen Family—how can you be so unfeeling?”

Ning Shuqian’s words triggered everyone’s concealed thoughts, and instantly caused an outburst of discussions.

The contents of the whispers were none other than Wen Xinya’s cold-bloodedness and the likes!

As expected, with support from the audience, overcome with arrogance, Li Yun rushed upstage and yanked at Wen Xinya’s arm with threats of abuse. “Little b*tch, I’ve raised you for fifteen years, and yet, you humiliated me in public. Ungrateful child, I’ll beat you to death today.”

Zhang Guang also came forward to help, and the husband and wife sandwiched Wen Xinya—one of them wanting to pull her hair, the other wanting to slap her.

The smooth movements were obviously rehearsed often for such efficient results, and instantly silenced the audience!

With such foster parents, her heartlessness was understandable!

Wen Xinya dodged, moved her foot slightly, and tripped Li Yun who staggered and fell to the ground. Her slender fingers deftly grabbed Zhang Guang’s approaching hand, which was suspended high up in the air—he could not break away from her grip no matter how hard he tried.

Wen Xinya flung his arm away, throwing Zhang Guang to the ground right beside Li Yun. With light steps, she made her way to the side, in front of the public relations manager, and asked plainly, “Have a napkin?”

Her voice, though dull and frail, embodied immense coldness, penetrating the hearts of everyone, causing them chills like the depths of winter!

Intimidated by her presence, the public relations manager subconsciously handed her the packet of tissue in his pocket.

Wen Xinya peeled the packet open with her slender fingers. Pinching lightly with her thumb and index finger, she pulled out a piece of tissue and cleaned her hand gently and meticulously. Her jade-like fingers appeared translucent under the chandelier lighting, her movements deliberate and elegant, yet allowing everyone to feel every bit of the biting wind radiating from her.

Suddenly, everyone could not read her—she appeared aloof in such an embarrassing situation and dealt with it indifferently. She seemed to be able to deal with the greatest disaster with composure and emitted an elegant, calm, and collected vigor.

Yes, vigor!

Strangely, a young, merely fifteen-year-old girl possessed a vigor absent even in many esteemed families.

She made men feel ashamed, and women feel jealous!

Wen Xinya returned the tissue to the public relations manager and said, “Discard this piece of garbage for me!”

The words “discard” and “garbage” were emphasized in tone and clearly articulated, signifying piercing coldness.

“Yes, Miss Wen!” The public relations manager obeyed without hesitation.

With a half-smile on her face, Wen Xinya’s gaze swept the hall. Though gleeful, her eyes were frosty and did not reflect the slightest warmth. Similarly, her ornate and thin lips looked ready to spew sleet and hail.

Li Yun crawled aside and started bawling her eyes out, her heart-wrenching, sharp sobs ringing throughout the hall. She simultaneously wailed, pounded the ground, and occasionally even rolled around. “Life’s unfair, the foster daughter that I’ve raised for twelve years turned out to be a deadly ruthless snob, can’t be counted on at all, let me die… Boohoo…”

Aside, Zhang Guang jumped in with his vehement scoldings. “Little b*tch, if we hadn’t retrieved you from the garbage bin, you think you could soar to where you are today? Now you’re being ungrateful.”

The hall was filled with upper-class elites who had never witnessed such a shrewish scene. They could not bear the sight and looked at each other helplessly.

Wen Yuya was stunned. “Sister’s foster parents are mortifying, she’s so pitiful for having such foster parents! Sister has lived with such people for so long, no wonder…”

She caught her tongue, bit down on her lips, and hung her head nervously.

However, it left those around with limitless imaginations—no wonder what? Previously, the rumors spreading in the circle regarding Wen Xinya’s gross mannerisms, arrogance, vulgar language… were they true?

Xia Ruya tugged at Wen Yuya hurriedly. “Yuya, don’t speak nonsense. If you make Grandpa unhappy, he’ll definitely punish you.”

Xia Ruya’s words unquestionably confirmed everyone’s guesses—the rumors regarding Wen Xinya were indeed true, albeit covered up by Old Mr. Wen’s means.

Li Yun started out faking her cries; however, her emotions escalated as she sobbed, and then she started swearing. “F*ck you, who do you think you are? Don’t think you’re a human just because you have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. You’re but an old pig about to be slaughtered—a good, a crossbreed between a camel and a donkey—a freak, a Sorghum seed planted within the millets—an illegitimate child, a pet of pigs and dogs with uneven ears…”

Wen Xinya observed with a cool detachment, as though she were not the person that Li Yun was scolding. The chandelier lightings seemingly showered her with a coat of golden armor, highlighting her elegant, gorgeous good looks, making her emotionless face appear even more mysterious!

Someone tried to determine her emotions then. However, her eyes revealed complete stillness—an unascertainable look!