The real heiress's disguise has been exposed, making her the most beloved member of Beijing

Chapter 173 You have been sentenced to death

Jiang Youli couldn't sleep either, so regardless of who was ringing the doorbell, she decided to go downstairs and see.

As Jiang Youli walked downstairs, she glanced at the video doorbell. On the screen, Jiang Xing stood outside the door, the bright moonlight shining on him, making his once handsome face appear incredibly pale, as if it had lost all color.

Jiang Youli straightened her clothes, then walked out of the villa and opened the gate. "Jiang Xing, what are you doing looking for me so late at night?"

Jiang Xing stared straight at her, her lips trembling as she uttered, "My dad was stabbed by my uncle."

After hearing this, Jiang Youli's face did not show the slightest ripple. She even asked indifferently, "Is he dead? It's good that he's not dead. Otherwise, it would be difficult to find someone to sue my father for innocence."

Disappointment filled Jiang Xing's eyes. She found Jiang Youli's reaction unbelievable. "Why can't you show us even a trace of emotion until now? Have we really been sentenced to death in your heart?"

Jiang Youli nodded, her face expressionless, and said, "Yes, your family has been completely condemned to death in my heart."

"Look at how the Jiang family is fighting to the death because of you. Don't you feel even a little bit guilty?" Jiang Xing really couldn't understand.

Jiang Youli scoffed, "Jiang Xing, are you here to hold me accountable?"

She quickly said seriously, "I only feel guilty towards my parents. What do I have to feel guilty towards you? I only wish you hadn't fallen harder!"

Jiang Xing felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her body involuntarily staggered back two steps, as if the whole world was spinning.

Just then, Jiang Youli suddenly spoke up: "Jiang Xing, do you know how I survived my childhood?"

Jiang Xing steadied himself with difficulty, then raised his head and stared directly at Jiang Youli's face, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

Jiang Youli said in a tone that was almost frighteningly calm: "I didn't tell you, did I? I was found in a trash can. You see, on the first day my life and Jiang Yonghe's life were switched, I started my life anew in the trash can, while Jiang Yonghe began her meteoric rise."

How could I not hate it?

"But every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Before I knew whether my parents had abandoned me or not, I didn't blame them. I just wanted to find them."

“I think if my parents hadn’t abandoned me, they would have been so happy to find their lost daughter.”

"But what did you show me?"

“You live happily with the daughter of the criminal who harmed your own daughter and sister, and you turn a blind eye to the truth that Jiang Yonghe and I were switched. You only brought me back to marry a cripple, Qi Huan, in her place.”

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I am not wrong, you are the ones who are wrong."

"If I didn't have the ability, you could have stepped on my mistakes one after another. Unfortunately, I have enough ability to make you pay for your mistakes."

After being picked up by Uncle Jiang, Jiang Youli did indeed live a carefree life for a while.

Unfortunately, the good times are not long.

Uncle Jiang had originally planned to go to a small town to recuperate because he was seriously ill, and he found her on the way.

After six years of suffering, Uncle Jiang passed away due to an incurable illness.

Before his death, Uncle Jiang had no choice but to entrust her to a relative who had taken good care of him during his lifetime, and he left all his inheritance to that relative.

However, the relative entrusted by Uncle Jiang was a hypocritical scoundrel. His initial careful care was only for obtaining Uncle Jiang's inheritance. After obtaining the inheritance, he took advantage of her being just a child, turned his back on her, and even wanted to sell her to a remote area as a child bride.

She ran away.

At the age of six, she began to live a life of scavenging for food in garbage cans with stray dogs. She lived like this for two years, hiding and running away, until she went to Jianshan Village to steal sweet potatoes. She was caught by the uncles and aunts in the village. After they learned that she was a homeless orphan with no parents, they took her in and taught her to recognize medicinal herbs so that she could support herself and earn food through labor.

The days passed like this day by day.

Her uncles and aunts discovered her amazing talent in medicine, so they taught her everything they could. She gained her own skills, and no one dared to bully her anymore.

Until they returned to the Jiang family—

These family members, who should have been her closest relatives, became a knife used against her.

Memories of the past assaulted Jiang Youli relentlessly, and she found it all laughable: it was her family who had caused her all this suffering, so why were they able to enjoy such a privileged life with a clear conscience?

“You all deserve to taste the bitterness of hardship, and I will personally inflict all of this suffering.” Jiang Youli pulled herself together from her chaotic thoughts and spoke to Jiang Xing in a tone as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier, enunciating each word clearly.

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Xing's body trembled, followed by an unbearable pain that surged from his body and instantly spread throughout his entire being.

The poison in his body flared up.

The moonlight, like water, shone down on Jiang Xing, making his originally handsome and refined face exceptionally clear.

However, at this moment, that face was almost distorted by pain.

Jiang Xing reached out and grabbed the doorpost beside him, trying to steady his swaying body. His tall frame involuntarily bent down and arched into a shrimp-like shape.

"Xiao Li..."

Jiang Xing squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with pleading as she looked at Jiang Youli.

Jiang Youli looked down at him coldly, "You came to see me so late, you wouldn't be planning to let me see you suffer from the poison, hoping that I would have the heart to help you, would you?"

"Just like how you ultimately chose to let me detoxify Jiang Yonghe, do you think that since I'm your own sister, there's no way you would let me die?"

"Unfortunately, your plan failed. I have no feelings for you whatsoever."

After Jiang Youli finished speaking, she turned around and left Jiang Xing outside the door, slowly collapsing to the ground in agony, groaning in pain.

Jiang Xing's fingers dug tightly into the gaps between the floor tiles, as if she wanted to vent all her pain in this way.

"Xiao Li..."

He struggled to look up at Jiang Youli, his hand trembling as he reached out towards her receding figure, hoping to make her stay for even a moment.

However, Jiang Youli ignored her and resolutely walked into the villa, slamming the door shut without hesitation, completely extinguishing Jiang Xing's last hope and blocking his view into the house.

Jiang Xing endured for ten minutes, but finally could not bear the pain any longer. He slammed his head against the wall by the door, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness, collapsing onto the cold ground.