She's come clean; the fake heiress has a ton of aliases.

Chapter 321 Junior Sister
Ren Xingzhou looked at the "Mrs. Huo" invitation letter he had left in his hand for two seconds, then put it into his pocket.

"I will be there for the banquet tonight."

Song Yingqing nodded and put away the invitation. Just as she was about to get up, Wang Ma grabbed her arm.

"Miss Song, is my young mistress not coming back?"

Seeing Wang Ma's worried expression, Song Yingqing explained, "She is currently at the Nan family's ancestral home and does not have time to come back, so she asked me to go in her place."

Once Wang Ma received a definite answer, she was finally relieved. "Miss Song, if you run into the young mistress at the banquet tonight, please tell her that we are all waiting for her to come home and we miss her very much."

Song Yingqing readily agreed, "Okay."

She turned her head and saw dozens of dresses hanging in a row next to her, and couldn't help but squint.

"Are these all dresses prepared for Xiaoyu?"

Wang Ma said with a smile, "Yes, these were specially prepared by the old lady and made to order for the young mistress."

She sighed as she finished speaking, "It's a pity the young mistress isn't coming back."

Song Yingqing stood in front of those dresses, scanning them one by one, her eyes filled with a smile.

"It's no pity, I'll take it to her."

On such a wonderful day, we can't let Nan Qingqing steal all the limelight!

Aunt Wang was slightly taken aback. "Can I bring it?"

As a professional model, Song Yingqing has an exceptionally high level of skill in choosing clothes. With just one glance, she picked out the dress that best suited Nan Yu.

She was carrying a gold evening gown and turned to look at Wang Ma.

"Wang Ma, could you please put this set away for me? I'll take it to Xiao Yu."

Wang Ma stood there stunned, not reacting at first, but Qi Ming beside her was the first to react.

Qi Ming carefully took the dress from Song Yingqing's hands. "Besides the dress, can you bring the styling team? Or should we bring them along too?"

Song Yingqing raised an eyebrow in surprise, then smiled confidently and said, "No need, I am a team by myself."

Qi Ming packed all the dresses carefully, making sure there wouldn't be any problems, before handing them over to Song Yingqing.

“Miss Song, why don’t we arrange for someone to take you there tonight?” Song Yingqing waved her hand at him, holding up her dress. “No need, I’ve already rented a car. You can just take Ren Xingzhou there.”

After saying that, she left the Huo family with a graceful air, her red hair swaying with her hips and extremely dazzling.

As night fell and darkness descended, the ancestral home of the Nan family remained brightly lit.

Downstairs, it was bustling with activity. Nan Yu sat alone by Duan Zhu's bedside, watching Duan Zhu's steady breathing on the hospital bed. She couldn't help but reach out and gently smooth Duan Zhu's hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Nan Yu slowly withdrew her hand, got up and opened the door, and saw Gu Chuxin standing at the door.

Then Gu Chuxin gave a seemingly kind smile.

"Dr. Li, may I come in?"

Nan Yu glanced at Duan Zhu, then took half a step forward, forcing Gu Chuxin to take half a step back.

"It's inconvenient, let's talk outside."

Gu Chuxin met Nan Yu's wary look and said with an awkward smile, "Okay."

Nan Yu said to Pei Yu, who was guarding outside, "Pei Yu, go in and keep watch over the madam. Call Uncle Li over in a bit."

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

Gu Chuxin glanced at both sides of the corridor, where four serious-looking bodyguards stood, each with a weapon in their pocket.

The lobby downstairs was bustling with people coming and going, and there was a lot of noise and chatter.

A thought crossed her mind. "Dr. Li, let's find a quiet room to talk."

Nan Yu looked at her coldly, completely unmoved.

"Vice President Gu, if you want to talk, then talk here. What can't you do in front of so many people?"

Gu Chuxin had expected this. She smiled and lowered her voice, speaking in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

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