Zhi Qing, who had just regained her composure, slapped Aunt Nan of the Nan family: “Does your Nan family think our Qi family is dead? You’re still daring to be so arrogant after all the wrongs you’ve committed!”

Aunt Nan was stunned by the slap, losing all sense of reason. Her voice became shrill and sharp: “Qi Li, I am your future mother-in-law! How dare you treat me like this?!”

“Is your brain broken? Even if Aunt Qiao has passed away, you still have no right to act so arrogantly. Shameless,” Zhi Qing angrily retorted.

Qi Li’s eyes grew colder as he stared at Aunt Nan, wishing he could kill her on the spot.

“I’m telling you, Tingting is carrying Qi Li’s child. That’s your Qi family’s first grandson!” Aunt Nan’s voice suddenly rose, and the Zhuang family members standing by were stunned.

The young master of the Zhuang family looked at Qi Li with visible contempt in his eyes. Playing one while hanging onto another was much worse than openly pricing it like he did.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The entire Qi family was shocked. Only Zhi Qing looked confused: “You’re talking nonsense, Qi Li…”

“Qing’er, shut up,” the Qi family matriarch, who had been silent until now, spoke out to stop her.

At the same time, Qi Li immediately turned to look at Nan Muran’s reaction.

Nan Muran smiled and glanced at everyone in the room, her tone mocking: “It seems that everyone here knows, except for me and Qing’er. Since everyone knows, let’s be clear about it today. From now on, the relationship between Qi Li and I is completely severed. From now on, we will go our separate ways and marry other people.”

With that, she didn’t wait for their response and directly turned to leave. The young master of the Zhuang family’s eyes lit up, admiring her for her decisiveness.

“Miss Muran, don’t go…” The Qi family matriarch called out to stop her.

“Muran…” Qi Li also blocked her way.

Nan Muran turned back helplessly, her eyes meeting the Qi family matriarch’s. In this hall, she had the most authority, so she only planned to talk to her.

“Miss Muran, you’re still young and don’t understand. Men are easily confused, but they know where their heart should be,” the usually aloof Qi family matriarch said, her tone unexpectedly soft.

Nan Muran sneered inwardly but maintained a calm expression: “So you’re saying our engagement will continue?”

“You can ask for whatever conditions you have. Our Qi family will never refuse,” the Qi matriarch continued, seeing Nan Muran soften her tone. In her heart, she began to think more highly of Nan Muran, seeing her as a young woman with a lot of depth.

Nan Muran nodded slightly in agreement: “In that case, please let Nan Muran get the child tomorrow morning.”

“You filthy woman, how can you be so vicious…” Aunt Nan lost control again. That child was the only thing Nan Muran’s cousin, Tingting, had to rely on after marrying into the Qi family. It was absolutely impossible to let her take it.

“Muran, enough!” The Nan family matriarch’s voice rang out with power.

The Qi matriarch’s expression also showed clear disapproval, as did Qi Li’s parents, who began to frown. They felt that Nan Muran, this young girl, was too ruthless.

Nan Muran looked at the Nan family, feeling that it was time to tear off the mask: “You’ve really worked hard to pretend for so many years, but now your true colors are showing. Why bother pretending to please me all these years? Weren’t you wasting your talents?”

“Little girl, the wind is strong. Don’t let your tongue slip. A person should never be too rigid or they will break,” the Qi matriarch warned, her tone now colder as she saw Nan Muran mock the Nan family so casually.

Nan Muran calmly looked at her: “Then I shouldn’t learn from you, matriarch. From when you were young, you’ve clung to trash, and in the end, you’ve lived your whole life swallowing bitterness.”

“Muran…” Even Zhi Qing, who had always defended her, couldn’t sit still this time.

The Qi family patriarch had been a playboy in his younger years, with several illegitimate children. Even now, over seventy years old, he still hadn’t changed his ways.

This was the lifelong pain of the Qi matriarch, and no one dared to mention it in front of her. But Nan Muran spoke so bluntly and mercilessly, leaving no room for mercy.

The Qi matriarch’s lips trembled in anger as she struggled to speak: “You…”

“Can’t find the words? Then shut up. I’m not your Qi family’s junior, and you don’t need to put on an act in front of me,” Nan Muran said coolly.

After saying that, she turned to look at Qi Li, her eyes full of disdain: “Things that are dirty, I’ve never wanted them since I was little. You should know this. So Qi Li, why do you think this dirty thing would be an exception?”

Qi Li finally remembered something as he looked at Nan Muran’s arrogant eyes.

Since childhood, Nan Muran had always thrown away anything that got dirty without hesitation—whether it was toys, clothes, or dolls when she was younger, and later on, jewelry, luxury items, houses, or cars. No matter how much she liked them, she would never compromise if they became tainted.

“Muran.” Zhi Qing was a little surprised that the usually soft-hearted Nan Muran would be so sharp and strong in her tone.

Nan Muran smiled at Zhi Qing, then turned back to the Nan family: “The last time I went to the Nan family villa for dinner, I not only caught Qi Li and Nan Muran’s cousin, Nan Muran, messing around in my room, but I also overheard a conversation between a few elders.”

“In a fit of anger, I sold my shares in Nan Qiao. Sorry, everyone, those things you’ve been eyeing from the Nan family, the ones you couldn’t bear to part with—well, they’re all gone.”

“What did you say, Nan Muran?” Nan’s eldest uncle exploded in anger, and the Nan family matriarch collapsed in shock behind him.

“That’s right. Nan Qiao is sold, and Shenghui is now mine. Everything that belonged to my parents has been returned,” Nan Muran said calmly, watching as the Nan family members began to lose their composure.

This time, no one stopped Nan’s eldest uncle from rushing to slap Nan Muran.

But before he could, Nan Muran swiftly took a step back, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.

She used all her strength, sending Nan’s eldest uncle, who was over six feet tall, crashing to the ground.

Everyone was stunned. Was this really the usually gentle Nan Muran who spoke softly? She was so fierce!

The young master of the Zhuang family looked at Nan Muran with admiration, his eyes sparkling. This girl was his idol now.

“I’ve endured seeing you pocket money from Nan Qiao for years, and now you’ve forgotten who the master really is. Nan Ping, if you and your son want to avoid spending the rest of your lives in prison, you’d better behave,” Nan Muran said as she bent down, her eyes on Nan Ping as though he were garbage.

Straightening up, she casually grabbed a wet wipe from the table, wiped her reddened right hand, and threw it away: “Alright, this is it for today. Goodbye, everyone.”

She elegantly nodded at them before decisively turning to leave. It took a long time for everyone in the hall to snap back to reality.

Although the Qi family was trying their best to suppress the news, many media outlets were quick to get wind of it.

The unscrupulous media hired by Nan Muran were the first to share the story online to extort money.

At the Guo family’s home, Lin Jiajia, who was feeding her son in the middle of the night, saw a post about this incident.

“Guo Fei, wake up, Muran’s in trouble,” Lin Jiajia hurriedly shook her husband awake.

Guo Fei, who had just fallen asleep and was still a bit groggy, instantly woke up at the mention of Nan Muran.

“Look at this post,” Lin Jiajia handed him her phone.

Guo Fei quickly scanned it, his rage building as he read. He had originally thought the Qi family was good, but it turned out they were just as bad as the Nan family: “These trashy people.”

“Do you think Muran’s alright?” Lin Jiajia asked, worried. She knew her husband’s past and understood his protectiveness over Nan Muran.

Guo Fei immediately picked up his phone and called Nan Muran.

“Muran, what’s going on?” he asked urgently as soon as she picked up.

“Are you sleeping?” he asked when she seemed groggy.

“Yeah,” Nan Muran answered.

“Alright, just go back to sleep. Call me as soon as you wake up,” Guo Fei said, relieved that she was still resting.

Nan Muran had just fallen asleep after a nightmare, and her head was pounding. She didn’t hesitate to hang up the phone.