My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 600: Late Retribution 8

Meanwhile, Fu Bairan had been brought before Yuran overnight. As the blindfold was removed, Fu Bairan couldn’t see clearly at first, but as her vision gradually sharpened, she recognized the person in front of her.

Her pupils shrank sharply, "Who... who are you?"

The smirk on Yuran’s lips was somber, "Take a guess."

"I don’t know you."

How could she not recognize them? It was just a bit difficult to understand. Although Yuran shared the same name as Fu Yuran, the two did not look alike.

She wasn’t sure whether she feared the name Yuran or the person in front of her, who bore some resemblance to Fu Yuran.

Her gaze darted around, not looking like she didn’t recognize Yuran, who laughed, "Even though I’m not often on the big screen, I’m there often enough. You greeting me like this makes me feel somewhat embarrassed to continue."

Fu Bairan moved, realizing her hands and feet were tied, and a wave of unease crept up from the bottom of her heart, "What exactly do you want? I don’t know you, and I’m not familiar with you."

"Of course, we are not familiar with you either." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Then why have you tied me up? This is illegal detention, it’s against the law."

Yuran nodded and uttered an "Oh", "It’s nothing much, just that a friend asked me to investigate something directly related to you, so I found you. I couldn’t wait to meet you. Is there a problem?"

There was no apparent problem, but it was clear that Yuran had ill intentions.

Bound hand and foot, what was the difference now between her and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered? Fu Bairan forced herself to calm down and looked at Yuran, "There’s a world of difference between our statuses, Miss Yuran. How could I possibly know a friend of yours? You must have mistaken me for someone else."

"That’s indeed the case."

Before Fu Bairan’s expression could improve, Yuran continued, "However, we definitely have one person in common that we both know, Fu Yuran. Does it sound strange to you?"

Fu Bairan’s complexion turned deathly pale, without much thought, she blurted out, "That’s impossible, I know all of Fu Yuran’s friends, there is no way you are one of them."

Yuran seriously nodded and let out an "Oh", "Are you sure?"

Suddenly, she wasn’t so sure, and a lurking unease grew even stronger within her. Fu Bairan’s face went ashen, "What do you really want to do?"

"What can I do to you?" Yuran countered, "Didn’t I say? I just want to ask you about some things regarding Fu Yuran. Is that hard to understand?"

Fu Bairan’s face was as pale as death.

"I told you, it’s impossible. I know all my sister’s friends, and you definitely are not among them?"

Yuran said, "That might not be the case. The year your sister went abroad for further studies, weren’t you in the country? That year, are you sure you knew about Fu Yuran’s social circle? Besides, without the year Fu Yuran was away, where would you have had the chance to create opportunities with Yinchao?

Aren’t I right? Fu Bairan, or do you really go by that name? After your sister died, you couldn’t wait to get together with your brother-in-law. When you sleep at night, don’t you feel guilt gnawing at your conscience? In your dreams, has Fu Yuran ever come looking for you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Fu Bairan turned pale, her words rattled by the fright, "What do you understand, what do you know."

Yuran spread her hands, pulled the two of them apart, and found a chair to sit in front of her. Surrounding her were seven or eight bodyguards, ensuring Yuran’s safety. Each one appeared robust and intimidating, all formidable characters.

Fu Bairan wanted to spew some nasty words but didn’t dare to.

Fu Yuran stared at her, having no desire to entangle further, and hurriedly said, "Okay, I won’t ask about other things. I’ll just ask you one thing. When you killed Fu Yuran, who did you collaborate with, the Xi Family?"

Fu Bairan looked perplexed, obviously unfamiliar with the Xi Family. She shook her head and said nothing.

Yuran didn’t think she’d get an answer just by asking. If Fu Bairan dared to commit these acts, it just proved she had strong mental fortitude, but thinking she could avoid responsibility was out of the question.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Yuran raised an eyebrow, "You don’t know? That’s much simpler. You should have said you didn’t know earlier. It would have saved us both a lot of time."

Fu Bairan looked horrifiedly at the woman before her who was all smiles. This person indeed did not resemble Fu Yuran, but there were always similarities to be found in their expressions, for example, when they sneered. Fu Bairan felt uneasy deep down, "What do you want to do?"

Yuran, "I don’t want to do anything, but whenever I do something, it’s you who push me to it."

As she spoke, Yuran waved to two men behind her, and two bodyguards approached Fu Bairan menacingly. Fu Bairan felt a touch of panic inside, but her expression didn’t show any fear, "What do you want to do? Vigilantism is illegal, do you know that?"

The two bodyguards continued to close in.

Fu Bairan struggled after being restrained, but it was futile. Her face gradually showed signs of panic, though not obviously. She swept her gaze over Yuran, "What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

Yuran smiled, "Isn’t it obvious? If you cooperate, you might suffer less. My bodyguards don’t discriminate based on sex; they’ll hit a man or a woman just the same. Want to try? After all, it was all talk before, and we haven’t put it into practice."

"You wouldn’t dare." Fu Bairan’s eyes brimmed with fury.

"Try me."

Fu Bairan pursed her lips, not believing that Yuran would dare to kill her in broad daylight, and besides, if Yinchao found out she was missing, he would certainly call the police. Yes, Yinchao would definitely call the police.

Yuran easily read Fu Bairan’s thoughts and followed up with a laugh, "What’s your relationship with Yinchao now? Do you think Yinchao would care about you? Where does this confidence come from?"

"You..."

"Fu Bairan, let me ask you differently. Fu Yuran took care of you for many years, and for your sake, endured a lot of hardships. Even if you don’t appreciate her, you at least shouldn’t have harbored the thought to kill her, right? How were you persuaded?

Out of jealousy? Or because you’re not as excellent as Fu Yuran?"

"Heh... Why should I tell you?" Jealousy twisted her face into a snarl.

Such emotions, Yuran could not fully understand, yet she saw them very clearly. "Heh..." she laughed, "Since you won’t say it, I’ll say it for you."

"It’s true, Fu Yuran had a sister. But when they were in the orphanage, Fu Yuran’s sister was swapped. The orphanage falsely claimed they were sending her for treatment, but in reality, they sold her instead, and you became Fu Bairan, supposedly Fu Yuran’s sister.

You entered Fu Yuran’s life. Fu Yuran was young then and couldn’t tell the difference. The sister underwent nearly half a year of treatment, and every time she showed her pictures, it was the tightly wrapped sister, beyond her recognition. When you returned to her side, she was full of guilt, only wanting to treat you well, to always be good to you."

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