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

Where is the Chapter 50 file?
Jiang Feishun clutched his stomach in pain, unable to move, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Upon hearing this, he looked up at Nan Yu above him.

That beautiful face has turned into a venomous, deadly snake.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The documents aren't with me."

Nan Yu found a rope in the room, tied him up, then dragged over a chair, sat in front of him, and began to interrogate him like a criminal.

Where is the file?

Jiang Feishun struggled to break free of the rope, but the more he struggled, the tighter it became. He shrank back and said indignantly, "I don't know."

Nan Yu raised an eyebrow, slowly stood up, and headed towards the kitchen.

Jiang Feishun looked puzzled when he saw her action. Before he could figure it out, Nan Yu walked out with a smile on her face, carrying a kitchen knife.

"Attorney Jiang, you need to consider the consequences of your words. I'll give you one more chance. Where are the documents?"

Jiang Feishun stared at the sharp kitchen knife less than 30cm away from him, then met Nan Yu's gaze as if she were looking at a dead object, as if she would kill him without hesitation at any moment.

In an instant, a dense aura of death enveloped him, and his inner fear reached its peak.

Jiang Feishun dared not hide it any longer and told everything in one go.

“The document was given to me by a distant cousin. He gave me 100,000 yuan to steal it, and I gave it to him after I stole it.”

Nan Yu asked coldly, "What's your cousin's name?"

Jiang Feishun shrank back and said, "His name is Nan Luzhi!"

Upon hearing the name, a hint of confusion flashed across Nan Yu's eyes. She narrowed her sharp gaze, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Feishun's face was filled with terror as he nodded frantically, "Everything I said is true. If there is even a single lie, may I die a horrible death!"

Nan Yu threw the kitchen knife back onto the table, then grabbed the drugged tea and forced it into Jiang Feishun's mouth.

"Attorney Jiang, thank you for telling me so much today. I won't disturb your rest any longer."

After saying that, she left.

As soon as she left, Jiang Feishun struggled to his feet and then painstakingly cut the rope with a knife.

Then he rushed to the bathroom and tried to clear his throat.

After he finally managed to vomit up the tea, he was utterly disheveled and humiliated, a far cry from the image of an elite lawyer. Jiang Feishun stormed out, smashing everything he could find in the house while cursing the woman incessantly.

In a short while, the room was a complete mess.

Suddenly, a document caught his eye.

The photo in the document is of the woman who just attacked him.

Jiang Feishun grabbed the photo, examined the information on it closely, and his eyes burned with rage.

"Nan Yu, it's you! You just wait, I'll make sure you're in this jail!"

After leaving Jiang Feishun's house, Nan Yu immediately hailed a car and headed straight for the Nan family home.

On the other side, the Nan family.

Li Xue, arm in arm with Nan Zhuoyuan, arrived at the Nan family home right on time.

As soon as Nan Qingqing saw the two of them, she immediately greeted them obediently and sensibly, "Big brother, sister-in-law."

Standing behind her, Nan Luzhi revealed a shrewd smile.

"Young Master Nan, Young Madam, please come in and have a seat."

"Hmm." Nan Zhuoyuan's sharp gaze fell on him, and he led Li Xue into the house without a smile.

As soon as she sat down, Li Xue looked around but couldn't find Sheng Ruomei and Nan Yu. She asked softly, "Qingqing, where are your adoptive mother and adoptive sister?"

Nan Qingqing said sweetly, "My adoptive mother is on her way back and will be here soon. As for my adoptive sister..."

“She was injured and hospitalized. Ruomei went to the hospital to take care of her, which is why she wasn’t at home.”

Nan Luzhi, who was standing next to him, interrupted.

Li Xue asked in surprise, "What injury did you suffer? Is it serious?"

Nan Luzhi glanced at Nan Zhuoyuan and saw him drinking his tea indifferently, clearly uninterested in the matter.

He squinted and chuckled, "It's nothing, just a minor injury. It's just that she won't be coming back today."

(End of this chapter)