The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Yu City Women’s Prison.

Chu Zhiyun sat on the floor, looking utterly dejected.

Only those that had fallen from the clouds knew what it felt like.

She had racked her brain to get her sister killed so that she could get the heart transplant, which had kept her alive.

Then, using the child her sister had left behind, she managed to swindle a lot of money out of the Song family.

She had had a hard time advancing in her career after getting into showbiz, so she thought of a plan and plotted against the Song family again.

She spent all her savings to get Zhong Yue abducted, then forced her to take drugs that would induce psychosis. Everything went as she planned and she eventually got Zhong Yue sent to the mental hospital.

She had then taken advantage of the desolate Song Huan. After all these years of living in deception, Song Huan probably still didn’t know that she wasn’t the real Chu Zhiyun.

The woman that had given birth to Song Qingwan was long dead.

The only thing that was left of her was a heart, which was beating in this woman’s chest.

Chu Zhiyun smiled sadly.

“No. 0458, you have a visitor!” a prison guard said coldly. Chu Zhiyun’s face lit up a little. Had someone come to get her out?

She had had some connections before, after all.

She was disappointed when she saw the visitor.

It was An Xiaxia.

“What are you doing here? Come to laugh at me?” Chu Zhiyun said sarcastically.

“That’s right,” An Xiaxia took a sip of water and replied calmly.

Her prompt reply only provoked Chu Zhiyun further.

Brushing her hair back, Chu Zhiyun sneered. “Every dog has its day. Your mother used to have it all back in the day — even more than you do now — but what a miserable end she came to! You better pray to god every day that you can keep your man’s love, or you’ll be the next one dumped like trash~”

An Xiaxia only smiled, but said nothing.

“You’re here to get revenge, aren’t you? What do I care? Bring it on!” Chu Zhiyun rolled her eyes.

“I’m curious about one thing: after hurting so many people, don’t you feel afraid in the middle of the night? Especially of Song Qingwan, who’s your sister’s daughter. How could you bring yourself to do those things to her?”

Heh, she had even gotten her own sister killed. A daughter was nothing to her.

Chu Zhiyun smiled, showing no remorse whatsoever.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. Every woman for herself and the devil takes the hindmost.”

An Xiaxia had nothing in common with her in terms of their moral standards.

Chu Zhiyun chuckled. “By the way, your dad wouldn’t have died so quickly if it weren’t for my little concoction. What now? Are you going to hate me for the rest of your life?”

An Xiaxia didn’t flare up like she expected. Instead, An Xiaxia only said calmly, “I’m not going to waste my life hating a piece of shit like you. I’ll live a much happier life than you ever will, while you rot in here and the world tosses you aside. The press will eat you alive and the law will punish you as it sees fit.”

An Xiaxia left promptly after those words.

Outside, the sun shone brightly. She decided that it was time to move on.

Touching her belly, she realized that she had almost reached her third month. It was time to tell Sheng Yize, wasn’t it?

–

Back in prison, Chu Zhiyun was heading back to her cell.

On the way, she walked past the canteen and saw that the TV was airing a news report on her.

“May I have a look?” Chu Zhiyun said in a low voice.

The prison guard darted her a glance and gave his consent.

It was just like An Xiaxia had said: she had brought shame and disgrace upon herself. No one said a good word about her on TV.

Chu Zhiyun began to chuckle, until tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

News came from prison that same night.

Unable to handle the shocking turn of events, Chu Zhiyun had lost her mind.