From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Out of everyone, his uniform was the most conspicuous, looking the most intimidating.

Xi Tao furrowed his brows and coldly asked, “Are you Liang Yanran’s parents?”

The old woman pounded her chest, “That’s correct, I am Liang Yanran’s biological mother, and he is her biological father. Without our permission, you guys have no rights to autopsy my daughter’s body. If you do, it’s illegal, and I will sue you.”

The old man came over to pull his wife back, but she brushed him off instantly.

Xi Tao seriously said, “According to our country’s legal provisions, for a body with unknown cause of death, the judicial authorities have the right to conduct an autopsy without the consent of the family, but they need to notify the family to be present. You received a call from the public security bureau this morning, didn’t you?”

The uniform on his body, his stern and dignified face, his ringing and resonant voice, he was filled with righteousness, causing the elderly couple to retreat in fear.

“You… you are talking nonsense. How could the cause of my daughter’s death be unknown? Didn’t she commit suicide? Besides, hasn’t my daughter been cremated long ago? Where did you get this body to impersonate my daughter? What are you guys trying to pull? Can’t you let my daughter rest in peace even in death?”

The old woman started crying as she spoke. Her tirade was remarkable.

Xi Tao coldly said, “Isn’t it better to go in and see for yourself whether it is your daughter or not?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door of the autopsy room, making an inviting gesture towards the couple, which was quite polite.

The couple looked at each other, and the old woman muttered curses under her breath as she walked in.

When she walked past Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen stared at her retreating figure, her eyes bleeding tears.

Ming Jing held her hand and entered.

Ye Zhen was stunned, looking at the hand that was holding hers. The hand was really cold, as cold as snow.

Yet it gave her an incomparable warmth and reassurance.

She followed them in.

The autopsy room was large, with a huge human anatomy chart hanging on the opposite wall. A life-sized skeleton was placed on the floor by the window, and a gurney was situated in the middle of the room, covered with a white cloth. Under the cloth lay a body.

The people who entered felt an unconscious shiver, experiencing a sense of coldness that they couldn’t quite put into words.

Bai Ziyan, who feared nothing in heaven and earth, couldn’t help but shudder. He sneaked behind Ming Jing, hoping for the Buddha’s light to banish evil spirits.

A man wearing a white coat, mask, and rubber gloves walked over. He was the legal field’s top medical examiner, Qiao Song.

Qiao Song looked at Xi Tao and calmly said, “The DNA comparison results will be ready soon.”

Xi Tao nodded, “She is a family member of the deceased. Let her identify the body.”

Qiao Song nodded and said to everyone, “Those who are not family members, please wait outside.”

Xi Tao looked at Ming Jing and Ye Zhen, and after a thought, said, “Let these two stay.”

Qiao Song glanced at the two of them. The girl in the white dress looked indifferent, which intrigued him. The other girl looked much more grief-stricken, and it seemed like they both had a deep relationship with the deceased.

After the unnecessary people left, Qiao Song spoke up, “Prepare yourselves.”

The old woman grumbled, “Just hurry up, will ya? I have other things to do. Don’t waste time.”

Qiao Song lifted the white cloth to reveal the face of the body.

The body was preserved using the best freezing technology. Even after more than four months, her face was still vivid and lifelike, as if she was merely sleeping.

The old woman suddenly screamed, shaking her head muttering, “How is it possible? How can it be?”

The old man wiped his tears, “That really is our daughter. It seems that she did not commit suicide, but was killed. My poor daughter.”

Ye Zhen stared at the face, rushed forward, looked at the face close up. Suddenly, she burst into maniacal laughter. The laughter was hysterical yet mournful, raising goosebumps in everyone listening.

What does it feel like to see your own dead body?

“Uh…” Suddenly Ye Zhen rushed towards the trashcan and started to vomit violently.

Ming Jing squatted down and gently patted her back, “Let’s go outside.”Ming Jing supported her and slowly led her out of the dissection room.

After the two had identified the body, they had made a scene around it, crying and causing a commotion, and were taken out by the police.

Afterwards, Qiao Song closed the large doors of the dissection room, and began to concentrate on the post-mortem examination.

Leaning against Ming Jing’s shoulder, Ye Zhen murmured, “She’s dead.”

It was only when she saw the body that she intensely realized that she was truly dead.

The one living now by using her body was Ming Xin, not her, she was just a solitary ghost.

Ming Jing stood on the third floor, not far away from the busy inpatient department — it was as if they were in two separate worlds.

“Officer, I don’t agree to an autopsy for my daughter,” the old woman suddenly said.

Ye Zhen was taken aback, she turned to look at her and said, “Your daughter was murdered. If you don’t seek justice for her and instead hinder the police investigation, what are your intentions?”

The old woman looked her up and down, jumped in surprise at the familiar hatred in her eyes, and snapped back, “Who are you to involve yourself in my daughter’s business? If I say there will be no autopsy, there will be no autopsy.”

“You, your family has never treated Liang Yanran well and treated her like an ATM. Now that she’s dead, do you want her to die with regrets?” Ye Zhen angrily questioned, pressuring them back step by step.

“Who are you really?” the old woman always felt that her gaze was somewhat familiar, but no matter what, she would never think that the soul of the person in front of her actually belonged to the body inside.

She couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard she thought about it.

“I’m someone who takes action on behalf of heaven. If you still have a conscience and remember all the years of Liang Yanran’s sacrifices for you, you should respect her last wish. Don’t let her remain a confused ghost in the underworld. If the killer walks free, you are accomplices,” she said.

She emphasized the last sentence, like a drum beating heavily in their hearts — they were rendered speechless.

Ye Zhen gritted her teeth in hatred.

Her parents had always favored their son since childhood. When Ye Zhen scolded Ye Huan a few times and he ran squealing to their mother, she would punish Ye Zhen without even investigating the matter first.

This was how Ye Zhen’s childhood memories were formed.

With her natural beauty and a stroke of luck, she entered the entertainment industry, relying on her tenacity and perseverance to establish a foothold. The more glamorous she appeared in the media, the harder she worked behind the scenes.

Later, her parents started asking her for money and houses every day. To avoid their harassment, she gave them what they wanted, but their greed knew no limits. When Ye Huan got a girlfriend, they even demanded a villa from her. Otherwise, they threatened to expose her ungratefulness to her parents and tarnish her reputation in the media.

Her depression worsened, and all of it was seen by Liang Xiaohong.

She loathed her biological family and didn’t want to face them. Every time a problem arose, it was Liang Xiaohong who picked up the pieces for her. She was extremely grateful to her for this.

Eventually, she completely cut off contact with her parents. She didn’t know how Liang Xiaohong managed to keep their mouths shut, but for the two years following that, she didn’t have to see them again. It was also during these two years that she met Xue An.

The time she spent with Xue An eventually eased the pain of her childhood traumas and family hardships. However, apart from herself, no one else could truly save her.

If her parents had led her to the edge of the cliff, then Xue An was the one who personally pushed her off.

Before she knew it, time had passed. Qiao Song opened the door and came out with the results.

“The autopsy results prove that the deceased did not commit suicide, but was murdered.”

Xi Tao looked at the autopsy report, his face growing more serious.

Ye Zhen forced a bitter smile.

At the same moment, a colleague from forensics delivered the DNA comparison results.

“The DNA comparison results show that the deceased was 29 years old, originally from Long Mountain, Yunzhou. She worked under the stage name Liang Yanran, real name Ye Zhen, born on May 13, 1994…”

A cold wind blew through the room, coming and going with a howl.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if bad weather was brewing again, casting a gloom over all of Jingzhou.

In the suffocating silence that followed, the girl’s ethereal voice stood out.

“Chief Xi, please do justice for the deceased and bring the murderer to account.”

With a heavy expression, Xi Tao replied, “Rest assured. The societal impact of this case is considerable. The police will not show any leniency to the perpetrator. We won’t miss a good person, but we definitely won’t let a bad one go.”