The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Zhong Jinghao, the only male descendant of the third generation of the Zhong Family, also the full brother of Zhong Mengfan, quickly spoke up to offer words of comfort.

Although Zhong Mengxuan, who had remained silent, didn't speak, every time she glanced over at Zhong Niangyao, her eyes were filled with contempt.

Seeing the differing thoughts among the people in the living room, a hint of amusement appeared on the corner of Zhong Niangyao's mouth.

Uncle Zhong Minghao and Aunt Zheng Silin seemed nice, but their faces suggested they were hypocrites. Shrouded by a barely visible crimson aura, it indicated that someone had indirectly died because of them.

In contrast, Second Uncle Zhong Mingyu and Second Aunt Li Yiqiu, though appearing sharp and harsh, had an aura that was considerably clean; they hadn't done anything cruel or unjust.

After resting for two days at the Zhong Family, Zhong Niangyao went back to school.

Stepping into Tenglong Academy, Zhong Niangyao couldn't help but marvel—it truly lived up to being an aristocratic school, undoubtedly built with piles of money, and the environment was indeed quite impressive.

While she was lost in her thoughts, a group approached her head-on, with none other than Li Jingming leading the way.

Today, Li Jingming wore casual clothes, looking sunny and handsome. At that moment, he was gently speaking with a beautiful girl in white by his side.

Several other young men and women followed them, all giving ambiguous glances at the pair.

Such a scene made one inevitably sigh, "Ah, to be young!"

"Yo, isn't this the young Miss from the Zhong Family?"

Li Chenghao was the first to spot the approaching Zhong Niangyao. "So, you got discharged and couldn't wait to come and see Jingming, is that right?"

His few words instantly drew laughter from the others.

"Zhong Niangyao, will you ever stop?" Li Jingyang sounded very impatient. "Didn't you swear never to bother me again back in the hospital?"

He knew it; back in the hospital, Zhong Niangyao was playing the typical game of playing hard to get.

Watching Li Jingming's confident posture, Zhong Niangyao's face showed disdain. "Did you bring a mirror with you today?"

As soon as she said this, everyone was stunned.

Zhong Niangyao continued with a smug smile, "If you didn't bring a mirror, then take a piss and use it to look at yourself. Take a good look—what makes you so confident to say such things?"

"Zhong Niangyao, must I really speak it aloud and embarrass you? I hate your pestering. From now on, please stay away from me."

Zhong Niangyao couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling speechless.

"Li Jingming, I really didn't know you could be so shameless," she retorted without holding back. "Or is it that you simply can't understand human speech?"

At that, Li Jingming's face darkened, his expression stormy as he looked at Zhong Niangyao, "You—"

He had just begun to speak when Zhong Niangyao interrupted him, "Li Jingming, I admit, I was blind in the past to have fallen for you. However, I assure you, from now on, I'll never spare you another glance."

The group could scarcely believe their ears. Could it be that Zhong Niangyao had truly given up?

"Nianyao, you—" the silent girl in white, Shen Yixue, finally spoke up, "Haven't you always liked Jingming?"