Aristocrate renaissant: Le retour de l'héritière vicieuse - Chapitre 1420

Xia Ruya entered the bar slowly, took out the cocktail shaker and began mixing a drink.

Ning Shuqian was rather curious about what she was doing. Clad in fiery red stilettos, she strutted sultrily towards the bar counter and took a seat on the swivel chair before leaning forward seductively and resting her body against the bar top, causing her well-endowed bosom to be pressed together, thus revealing a full cleavage.

À ce moment là, Ning Shuqian was just like a seductive vixen in the bar at night. “I didn’t expect you to know how to mix drinks too!"

She was actually very surprised because she thought that lofty, gracieux, pure and flawless girls wouldn’t be interested in such a cheap skill.

A sa grande surprise, she thought wrong.

She did not know Xia Ruya as well as she thought.

Xia Ruya continued to mix her drink unhurriedly with finesse and beauty. Elle a répondu, “I only know how to mix one type of cocktail!"

Just as Ning Shuqian was about to ask her for the name of the cocktail, she saw Xia Ruya pouring the liquor that she had just mixed into a transparent goblet. The crimson liquor resembled blood that flowed out of a human’s body, both sinister yet beautiful. It exuded a strange, demonic charm that made it irresistible.

Xia Ruya slowly picked up the cocktail that she had just mixed and swirled it under the light gently. “Don’t you think… its color resembles fresh and vibrant blood?"

The lights in the bar were dim and the crimson wine exuded a peculiar demonic vibe as it swirled in the glass together with Xia Ruya’s movement, which made it seem like it had come to life.

Ning Shuqian could not help but find it bizarre and spooky. Getting goosebumps, elle a demandé, “What… is it called?"

Pour certaines raisons, Xia Ruya seemed rather unpredictable and difficult to grasp ever since she returned to Capital city. Parfois, Xia Ruya would seem insidious and daunting to Ning Shuqian, thus making her feel uneasy.

pourtant, whenever she tried to find out what was amiss, she would realize that Xia Ruya was still the same pure and graceful Xia Ruya who resembled a white rose, exquisitely beautiful, flawless and lofty. She treated Ning Shuqian the same too.

Ning Shuqian thought that it was all just her hallucination.

“It’s called Bloody Mary!” Xia Ruya exclaimed in a gentle and graceful voice, her lips looking tenderly pale yet ravishing and sultry. They were a perfect match for her voice which was so unsettling that it gave Ning Shuqian goosebumps.

Ning Shuqian had heard of Bloody Mary before. Bloody Mary was said to have originated from a Western folklore legend where the wife of Duke Lee Christopher drank or soaked herself in the fresh blood of pure young girls so as to retain her beauty forever. It was said that that was the only way she could continuously absorb their essences and retain her youth forever.

It was a bizarre and strange legend.

It was full of evil and peculiarity.

The mere thought of it was terrifying enough.

The fact that Xia Ruya fancied that kind of wine gave Ning Shuqian the chills, and the feeling of her heart palpitating in fear began to surface again. “I didn’t expect that you’d like this type of cocktail!"

Xia Ruya smirked and said, “This cocktail… is pretty special!"

When she was in Harbor City, she would often wake up in the middle of the night to mix a glass of Bloody Mary for herself. The blood-like color of tomato mixed with tomato liquor, as well as the sweetness of it, gave it an inexplicable charm.

Whenever she tasted the drink, she would feel a bizarre thrill, as if the cocktail was not just a drink that she mixed and was instead, the blood of her enemy, Wen Xinya!

She knew that her behavior was extremely psychotic, mais alors quoi?

She really wanted to taste Wen Xinya’s blood one day.

“Your hobbies have changed a lot, par rapport au passé,” said Ning Shuqian, who then grabbed a bottle of wine that had already been opened before. She then grabbed a goblet and poured herself some wine which was bright red and opulent. It was absolutely her favorite.

“People change, it’s inevitable. pourtant, the heart will never change.” Her heart was full of resentment, haine, and desires to kill Wen Xinya, rip her apart and skin her alive.

D'où, she fell in love with Bloody Mary!

Ning Shuqian tasted the wine slowly as the glow of it cast on her face, exuding her sultriness.

“The heart?"

Ning Shuqian finally understood what Xia Ruya meant.

Raison d'être, she and Xia Ruya had similar hearts.

While enjoying the sweet, alcoholic Bloody Mary with an icy cold gaze in her eyes, Xia Ruya a demandé, “How are things at the hospital?"

Ever since Old Mr. Mo was sent to the hospital, Ning Shuqian had already sent her people to keep close tabs on the hospital at all times.

Ning Shuqian gently swirled the red wine in her hand gracefully before saying, “Old Mr. Mo has been in the emergency room for three hours and his life is in critical danger. I heard that the hospital has already issued a notice to them. I doubt Old Mr. Mo can escape it this time.”

The critical condition notice was also known as a “Death Notice”, and those whose conditions warranted such a notice would usually only have a less-than-20% chance of survival.

outre, that man had already made all the necessary arrangements at the hospital before executing the plan. Even if Old Mr. Mo had a chance at surviving, he would make sure that he didn’t survive. D'où, Vieux monsieur. Mo would definitely pass away.

Holding the glass of Bloody Mary in hand, Xia Ruya walked towards the living room and took a seat on the couch slowly. “Patients who suffer from ruptured chest muscles that were resulted from myocardial infarction usually have a 99% chance de mourir. Le reste 1% survive because of a miracle, but a miracle is not going to happen to Old Mr. Mo.”

She was well aware of how detailed and seamless the plan was.

After returning to the Wen Family, she knew how important Old Mr. Mo’s approval would be to her. D'où, she had tried to get into his good books. Although Old Mr. Mo did not like her too much, she had never given up before and hence, paid close attention to him.

She knew right from the start that Old Mr. Mo had a weak heart and was not in good health. Before Wen Xinya returned to the Wen Family, he had suffered acute chest pains several times before but had never gone for any checkups because he did not pay too much attention to his health. Ever since Wen Xinya returned, she had been actively helping him nurse his body back to health and would request Old Mr. Du to take Old Mr. Mo’s pulse. They did not manage to find any symptoms of an illness back then.

pourtant, she found out from Master Luo Le who had taken Ning Shuqian’s pulse back then, that those who had weak hearts could not take agitation and when agitated, they would be prone to heart attacks.

That gave them an advantage.