Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

At this point, music started to play at the party—it was Mambo music.

Fast-paced one moment and light-hearted the next—such a mix of music instantly lifted the atmosphere of the hall.

Wen Xinya wore a mini vest over a blue tartan checkered blouse, paired with denim shorts, which exhibited her long, translucent and perfectly-built legs.

Then, she cruised into the dance floor, removing the mini vest on her as she walked, her body moving to the rhythmic beats of the Mambo music. The youngsters present were immediately infected by the energy from her passionate dance moves, and everyone screamed and cheered!

Wen Xinya threw the vest removed from herself into the crowd!

Spirited shrieks erupted in the hall, as a few men fought to get their hands on the vest, which was eventually grabbed by Xu Zhenyu!

Xu Zhenyu went into the dance floor the next moment, undoing the buttons on his restrictive blazer as he moved, flung it into the crowd and swayed his way into a dance battle with Wen Xinya.

Spurts of cheers and whistles followed.

Such was the Mambo dance—intense with a tinge of mystery, a style which expressed passion freely and wildly, allowing one to break away from their restraint, and naturally reveal one’s innermost emotions.

Just a while ago, Wen Xinya was a butterfly which had broken free from restraint and emerged from its cocoon—in that case, such a free-spirited Mambo dance completely reflected her freedom and liberation from restraint.

Following which, more and more youngsters entered the dance floor, grooving freely, liberating their own passion! It was an exhibition of youthful spirit and vitality.

Romantic and unrestrained twisting of waists and swinging of hips—the dance was immensely infectious. The hall was bursting with wildness and energy as the music was turned up yet another notch.

The mood on the ground was extremely high!

Folks from the older generation, seeing the youngsters beaming with youthful vigor, sighed longingly. “It’s great to be young! Drenching yourself in perspiration and passion without a care in the world, freely and wildly expressing yourself!”

Wen Yuya hid in a dark corner like a filthy Cinderella, watching everything happening on the dance floor—Wen Xinya surrounded by a sea of young men and women shaking their bodies, in a wild and passionate dance which was also oddly reserved and modest, oozing with passion without any contact between dance partners.

There was nothing else in her mind besides numerous Wen Xinyas!

The Wen Xinya drawing in admirers around her, like the stars surrounding the moon.

The Wen Xinya under the spotlight, all eyes fixed on her.

The classy and elegant Wen Xinya.

The glamorous and bedazzling Wen Xinya.

The Wen Xinya who made everyone scream and cheer in excitement.

Regardless of which Wen Xinya it was, she made her madly jealous!

Her mind was once again filled with the cursed voice. “No matter how pretty a jade is, it’s nothing but a toy…”

She suddenly covered her own ears, screamed in madness, and curled herself up in the dark corner, like a poor little thing abandoned by everyone!

“I’m not a toy, not a toy, Wen Xinya is the toy…” Wen Yuya repeatedly chanted to herself—like she was under a spell—as though it was the only way to make herself feel better.

At this point, Xia Ruya walked up to her and lightly pulled her arm. “Yuya, what are you doing here, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Wen Yuya subconsciously flung her arm away, and, curling herself up even more, screamed in madness, “Go away, you, go away…”

Xia Ruya realized that something was off and frantically said, “Yuya, I’m Ruya, raise your head and look at me!”

Only then Wen Yuya eased up and slowly relaxed her arms, looked up, and saw Xia Ruya’s worried face looking back at her. “Ru… Ruya!”

Looking at her, Xia Ruya said, “Yuya, why aren’t you joining the dance? I see that the scene is very lively, all the youngsters are on the dance floor.”

Xia Ruya’s voice was soft but potent—like a slow poison, seeping through the skin bit by bit, reaching the cells, then following the cells to enter the bloodstream, and finally circulating in the bloodstream until it reached the vital organs, limbs, and bones.

She looked through the crowd and at the silhouette—the moon surrounded by admiring stars. What was so good about her, regardless of whenever and wherever, she could garner all the attention—like a huge, towering mountain. No matter how hard they tried to scale, they could not attain her height. And no matter what they did to her, they were for naught.

Because she always had a way to turn the means they used to deal with her into a sharp knife to use against them—ruthlessly stabbing into their chests, then screwing into their hearts, slowing down what could have been a swift stab, prolonging their pain to eternity.

Wen Yuya followed Xia Ruya’s gaze, and her own eyes gleamed with malice. “B*tch, b*tch… Wen Xinya, I’ll let you have a terrible death! Terrible death…”

The last dance ended, and the grooving youngsters on the dance floor were still yearning for more! It felt like the most unrestrained party they had ever attended.

Due to the intense and passionate dance, Wen Xinya felt warm all over, evident from her rosy cheeks. She looked like an enchanting, blooming peach blossom, spreading her branches, glowing with radiance.

Then, Wen Yuya walked towards her with red wine in her hands, the smile on her face overly sweet and oddly twisted, looking extremely weird.

Wen Xinya frowned. Today’s party was already dramatic enough, what trouble would she cause?

“Sister, today’s party is really interesting. I heard many people praising that you’re like your mother, Aunt Mo.” Best if you are a short-lived monster like her , she harbored the evil thought in her heart.

The faint smile on Wen Xinya’s face faded. Her shiny eyes twinkled like crystal, but upon closer look, it was like a bottomless pit which made one sink! Radiating suffocating coldness, she replied, “Who allowed you to refer to my mother as ‘Aunt’? My mother had a clear name her entire life. How can she be tainted by you, a foster daughter from a previous marriage of a mistress?”

Wen Yuya’s eyes widened, her pretty eyes overflowing with viciousness. “Sister, you also refer to my mother as Aunt Ning.”

The trace of a smile on Wen Xinya’s face dramatically widened—glistening like ice under the sunlight. The shine, however, no matter how beautiful, was piercingly cold. “I’m the distinguished eldest daughter of the Wen Family, she ought to be honored that I call her Aunt Ning.”

Previously, she had yet to become the true Miss Wen and dared not burn the bridge with Ning Shuqian and her daughter, as the death of Yang Chongguang still made her blood run cold to this day, and she did not understand Ning Shuqian as well as she thought. Now, with her strong return, it was Ning Shuqian and her daughter’s turn to not dare to burn the bridge. Thus, she did not bother as much.

“Sister, you’re too much!” Wen Yuya’s face reddened. Her eyes—burning with rage—stared at her, as though she wanted to cremate Wen Xinya.

“So what if I’m bullying you?” Wen Xinya’s cynical eyes were full of ridicule and despise—the same look that the mother-daughter duo used on her in her previous life.

Wen Yuya shook with rage and angrily fetched another glass of red wine. As she was not paying attention, the base of her wineglass hit the side of the tray, her hand got stuck, and the red wine she had just fetched spilled in an instant—the entirety of the purplish-red wine landed on Wen Xinya.

Wen Yuya was horrified. “Sister, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Wen Xinya was tired and disgusted, and said with cold eyes, “Stay away from me. A foster daughter like you doesn’t have a place to act rashly in a party such as today’s.”

Wen Xinya shot her a cold stare, turned her back, and proceeded to the second story!