The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 321: Junior Female Apprentice

Ren Xingzhou looked at the "Young Madam Huo" invitation card in his hand, glanced at it for two seconds, then tucked it into his chest.

"I will attend the banquet on time this evening."

Song Yingqing nodded, also put away her invitation, and was about to get up when Nanny Wang next to her grabbed her.

"Miss Song, is our young madam not coming back?"

Song Yingqing met Nanny Wang’s worried gaze and explained, "She is currently at the Nan Family ancestral home and doesn’t have time to come back, so she asked me to go on her behalf."

Upon receiving a definite answer, Nanny Wang finally put her mind at ease. "Miss Song, when you go to the banquet tonight, if you meet the young madam, please tell her that we are all waiting at home for her to return, and we all miss her a lot."

Song Yingqing readily agreed, "Okay."

She turned her head and saw rows of dozens of dresses hanging nearby and squinted her eyes.

"Are all these dresses prepared for Xiao Yu?"

Nanny Wang smiled and said, "Yes, these were specially prepared by the old madam, custom-made for the young madam."

At the end, she sighed, "Too bad the young madam isn’t coming back."

Song Yingqing stood in front of the dresses, scanning each one, with a smile brimming in her eyes.

"Not too bad, I’ll bring them over to her."

Such a great day today, I can’t let Nan Qingqing steal all the limelight!

Nanny Wang hesitated, "Can you bring them?"

Song Yingqing, as a professional model, had an exceedingly high standard for selecting clothes and chose the dress that suited Nan Yu best with just a glance.

She picked up a golden gown and turned back to look at Nanny Wang.

"Nanny Wang, could you please pack up this set for me? I’ll take it to Xiao Yu."

Nanny Wang stood frozen in place, not reacting immediately. It was Qi Ming beside her who responded first.

Qi Ming carefully took the dress from Song Yingqing’s hands, "Aside from the dress, can the styling team be brought as well? How about taking them along too?"

Song Yingqing raised her eyebrows in surprise and confidently smiled, "No need, I am a team by myself."

Qi Ming packaged the dress securely, making sure there wouldn’t be any issues, before handing it back to Song Yingqing.

"Miss Song, how about we arrange for someone from our side to take you there tonight?"

Song Yingqing, holding the dress, waved her hand at him, "No need, I have already rented a car, just take Ren Xingzhou."

With that, she left the Huo Family in style, her red hair swaying strikingly with her movements.

At night, as darkness fell, the Nan Family ancestral home was brightly lit.

The downstairs area was bustling. Nan Yu sat alone in front of Duan Zhu’s bed, watching her breathe evenly on the sickbed. She couldn’t help but reach out softly and fix Duan Zhu’s hair.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.

Nan Yu slowly withdrew her hand, rose, and opened the door, only to see Gu Chuxin standing there.

Then, Gu Chuxin revealed a seemingly kind smile.

"Doctor Li, may I come in?"

Nan Yu glanced at Duan Zhu, took a half step forward, and forced Gu Chuxin to step back half a step.

"It’s not convenient, let’s talk outside."

Gu Chuxin met the guarded look in Nan Yu’s eyes and sheepishly said, "Alright."

Nan Yu spoke to Pei Yu guarding the door, "Pei Yu, go inside and watch over Madam, and call Uncle Li over in a bit."

Pei Yu obediently nodded, "Okay, Doctor Li."

Gu Chuxin glanced at the serious-looking bodyguards standing on both sides of the corridor, each concealing weapons.

With a lot of people moving back and forth in the downstairs hall, the place was noisy.

Her mind slightly stirred, "Doctor Li, let’s find a quiet room to talk, shall we?"

Nan Yu coldly stared at her, utterly unenticed.

"Vice Chairman Gu, if you want to talk, let’s talk right here. What can’t you say in front of so many people?"

Gu Chuxin, having expected this, curved her lips, lowered her voice, and spoke in a volume only the two of them could hear.

"Junior sister, don’t you want to know how your master died?"