Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 319 You're so stupid, you shouldn't have been the older sister in the first place.

While Shao Nanyin and Cheng Shuangfan were on a date at the movie theater, the woman on their blind date was painting a world-famous painting—Shao ​​Nanyin was making soup.

Because of menstrual cramps and drinking alcohol during her period, Shao Nanqin almost lost her ability to move the next day. If Shao Nanyin hadn't helped her with massage, bought medicine, and made brown sugar water, she probably would have been groaning all day and attracted the police.

Shao Nanqin lay on the sofa, her mind blank.

Although her younger sister had previously gone to check out potential blind dates on her behalf, this time she genuinely liked this one, and felt that their compatibility was practically a matter of finding the perfect match.

In the past, when her younger sister helped her go on dates, she always played herself and could often make her blind date fall head over heels. The messages she sent after the dates were all incredibly cheesy, almost as if she was swearing to the light that her love for her would never change.

But Shao Nanqin knew that they didn't like her, but rather Nanyin.

So she was actually quite worried that Cheng Shuangfan would end up like her sister's blind date, just like her previous blind date partners.

However, if it were Nan Yin, she wouldn't necessarily be unwilling to give her up. After all, her younger sister had to manage her career and take care of her older sister, who couldn't help her much, in recent years, and she did need a man to rely on.

Thinking this, she clicked on Cheng Shuangfan's profile picture and browsed through the chat history, which was so captivating it made one's lips curl into a smile.

A hint of sadness appeared in her eyes. Just as she was about to quit watching, Cheng Shuangfan suddenly sent her a long review of the movie.

How should I put it? It's very detailed and thorough; someone who didn't know better would think he was actually a film critic.

Shao Nanqin was somewhat curious as to why he didn't show any sign of being deeply attracted to the completely different "self".

Could it be that Nan Yin knows she likes Cheng Shuangfan, so she's been imitating me the whole time we're on our date?

Shao Nanqin was touched and was hesitating about how to reply when the door was suddenly opened with a key.

She was about to ask her sister why they parted ways right after the movie, which made Cheng Shuangfan have to send a message on the chat app, but Shao Nanyin's nervousness was already evident on her face, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Nanyin, what's wrong?" Shao Nanqin stepped forward, her face full of worry. She had never seen such a anxious and solemn expression on her sister's face before.

She had never been this nervous before, even when the two of them were relentlessly pursued and confessed to by the school bullies, or when a girl who had a crush on him surrounded them with her gang and threatened to strip them naked and tie them to a telephone pole.

"We have to leave quickly, my enemies have come knocking." Without saying another word, Shao Nanyin pushed Shao Nanqin into the room, urging her to pack her things and prepare to flee.

"Your enemy? You mean Cheng Shuangfan?!"

"Correct."

Shao Nanqin was stunned. She was pushed towards the bedroom without resisting, but she still waved her phone and said, "Your enemy just wrote me a 500-word movie review. Who would be looking for revenge and have the time to write this kind of thing?"

“I was pretending to be you all night!” Shao Nanyin said irritably. “Now I just hope he hasn’t noticed the difference, so he won’t be in a hurry to close the net and can give us more time to escape.”

Shao Nanqin was truly panicked now. She had been mentally prepared that her sister, who worked at a nightclub, would inevitably encounter troublesome gangsters and form feuds with them, no matter how clever she was.

But what era are we living in? This is the central location of the provincial capital, and Nanyin has connections with many prominent figures. How could she be forced to pack her belongings and run away?
"Do you owe a lot of money? If we pay them back, will everything be fine?" Shao Nanqin hurriedly packed her luggage. "Let's sell the RV. I still have some savings. Let's borrow some more from my colleagues to pay back the money. It's better than being on the run, right?"

"It's not about the money; if I get caught, I'll be dead." Shao Nanyin said, feeling somewhat helpless. Why did these damned mixed-race people always have to mess with her?

She's only interested in getting by and doesn't do anything immoral, yet she still tries to cause trouble.

"What about the benefactor you mentioned before?" Shao Nanqin was now completely convinced and was doing everything she could to find a way to deal with him.

"I don't know, we can't get in touch with them at all." Back then, Shao Nanyin was just an unknown nobody under the sect leader, how could she be qualified to communicate directly with the great king?

On the way back, she did consider asking the general manager for Wang and his family's contact information, but she really didn't have the guts to bother Wang for such a small matter.

Therefore, it can only be moisturized.

Shao Nanqin was speechless upon hearing this, and could only speed up her work, not even having time to mourn her relationship that had ended before it even began.

At this moment, she felt only relief. Fortunately, Nan Yin discovered it in time, and fortunately, the general manager had given her a few days of paid leave yesterday and returned the public account key in advance. Otherwise, she would have had to take time out of the midst of her life-or-death escape to return the key.

Soon, the two sisters packed their belongings and hurried downstairs to the underground parking lot.

While riding the elevator, Shao Nanqin made a seemingly effective suggestion: invite Cheng Shuangfan to have a drink at the riverside bar from last night, so that he would temporarily focus his attention elsewhere and not realize so quickly that they had already run away.

But halfway through the elevator ride, Shao Nanqin's expression suddenly changed: "Oh no, I forgot to turn off the stove!"

She had prepared a black chicken and white phoenix blood-nourishing soup, intending to enjoy it together with her sister when she returned, but the incident happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to prepare it.

Upon hearing this, Shao Nanyin felt a headache coming on.

They didn't have automatic fire extinguishers in their home, so if a fire started, it would definitely escalate into a major conflagration. If the police saw them fleeing in such a hurry, they would become suspicious, making their escape even more difficult.

There was nothing she could do but let Shao Nanqin take the luggage to the garage first, while she went back upstairs alone to turn off the stove.

The cold lights in the underground parking garage illuminated Shao Nanqin's pale face, leaving her nowhere to hide. She stuffed her suitcase into the trunk of the Maserati, the dull thud of the metal lid closing echoing in the empty underground garage.

She reached for the driver's side door handle, intending to start the car so she could drive away as soon as her sister got out.

However, just as her right hand trembled slightly as she was about to insert the key into the dashboard, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure sitting in the passenger seat out of the corner of her eye.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, and her phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Maserati was Cheng Shuangfan, who had been saying "okay, okay" and ordering a bottle of 82 Lafite while waiting for her at their usual spot at the riverside bar. She was now giving her a warm smile.

His smile was as perfect as it was on their date, like a sunny, handsome guy waiting in the garage to take his girlfriend for a drive.

But Shao Nanqin knew he wasn't there for a date, but for revenge.

He wasn't hiding roses in his arms; he was carrying weapons, and his heart was filled not with love, but with murderous intent.

Shao Nanqin instinctively reached for her phone to text her sister, urging her to run, but before she could even scramble out of the driver's seat, Cheng Shuangfan's first words left her stunned:

"Your birth report shows that you are an only child."

He took out his phone, opened a photo album, and held it up in front of Shao Nanqin, his tone urgent yet his words clear:

“When you were two years old, a girl who looked exactly like you suddenly appeared next to you. You said she was your sister. But your director and aunt had never seen her, and there was no record of her in the orphanage’s files.”

Shao Nanqin froze as she tried to escape. She stared blankly at the yellowed photo in the orphanage file, which showed her as a tiny child sitting alone on a small bed in the orphanage, grinning foolishly at the camera.

In my ears was Cheng Shuangfan's voice, as cold as a scalpel, precise and piercing straight to the heart.

The lights in the underground parking garage suddenly flickered, and Shao Nanqin saw her pale face reflected in the car window. Memories from the past twenty-five years surged in her mind, as if many overlooked details wanted to take root and sprout as seeds of doubt at this moment.

But after so many years of sisterhood, Shao Nanqin bluntly retorted to Cheng Shuangfan: "How could Nanyin be a ghost? She can go to work, sunbathe, and even has a shadow!"

Cheng Shuangfan looked at her and shook her head, saying, "She is indeed not a ghost, but she is a dragon."

Then, under Shao Nanqin's gaze that seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?", Cheng Shuangfan quickly gave her a brief explanation of the history of the struggle between humans and dragons, and revealed his identity as a dragon hunter from the secret society, asking her to help capture Shao Nanyin to prevent her from violently escaping and harming innocent people.

But Shao Nanqin still couldn't accept it: "Nanyin's eyelashes are exactly the same as mine, how could she not be my biological sister?"

Cheng Shuangfan stated that dragons are able to consciously control their form, and given enough time, they can transform into the appearance of any person.

He even produced crucial witness testimony and physical evidence—a video recorded by the orphanage staff and Shao Nanqin's birth certificate.

"I'll have someone hold her off for five minutes. You must regain your composure as soon as possible and proceed according to our plan!"

Remember, she's a dangerous outcast. If she realizes her identity has been exposed, she'll kill you too!

Upon learning that she was merely a host chosen by her sister to serve as a protective tool, Shao Nanqin instantly broke down in tears.

"Crying counts as time!" Cheng Shuangfan glanced down at her watch, patted the shoulder of the girl who was only half her age, offered a few words of comfort, then opened the car door, picked up the phone from the ground, turned on the navigation, handed it back to her, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Shao Nanqin knew he hadn't gone far and must be hiding in the shadows.

But she couldn't find it, and she didn't dare to look for it; she just tried to compose herself.

The sound of the elevator arriving came from afar, followed by the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing and hurried footsteps. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and tried her best to appear nonchalant.

"Sis, what are you standing there for?" Shao Nanyin jogged over, her long black hair tied in a ponytail that swayed gently with her steps. She quickly jumped into the passenger seat and sat down. Seeing her silly older sister still sitting in the driver's seat, lost in thought, she immediately felt a surge of anger.

"Hurry up and start the fire, what are you waiting for?"

"Huh? Ah? No, no... I'll start it now, I'll start it now!" Shao Nanqin seemed to wake up suddenly. After fastening her seatbelt, she hurriedly tried to start the engine, but she couldn't get the key in after several attempts.

"You cried?" Shao Nanyin suddenly leaned closer, her nose almost touching her face. "Your eyes are so red."

Shao Nanqin shrank back slightly, her face showing just the right amount of fear: "I... I'm all alone, and you're not here, I'm so scared."

"You have such a long reaction time, it's only now that you've realized it." Shao Nanyin chuckled and pulled out a wet wipe to wipe her tears: "Wipe your face, your snot and tears are all mixed together, it looks awful."

The wet wipes carried the familiar scent of gardenias, which was Shao Nanqin's favorite fragrance.

She suddenly remembered that her boyfriend in college had cheated on her with other girls. When Nan Yin skipped work to come back and comfort her, he also said in a disgusted tone, "You look so ugly," but he held her in his arms and comforted her all night, wiping away her tears all night long.

The key was finally inserted, the Maserati started, and she gently pressed the accelerator, emitting a low roar.

"Why are you so slow?" she asked in a nasal voice.

"Some idiot walked his dog without a leash and even let it pee in the elevator!" Shao Nanyin gritted her teeth, her bulging chest trembling with anger.

"Even though I was in such a hurry, he deliberately pressed all the floor buttons and asked if I wanted to get to know him."

"and then?"

"I showed him just how hard a human's fist can be!" Shao Nanyin shook her fist. She never took advantage of her beautiful and weak appearance; she was a cool girl who liked to solve problems with violence.

The car sped out of the underground parking garage, left the community, and merged into the surging traffic, heading into the distance.

In the rearview mirror, an inconspicuous white Honda appeared from another corner, trailing far behind.

Another black Maybach merged from the side road and drove ahead of them.

“Turn right ahead,” Shao Nanyin suddenly said.

Shao Nanqin's heart skipped a beat: "Why? Isn't that the road out of the city?"

"Listen to me." Shao Nanyin's voice suddenly changed tone. Shao Nanqin turned her head and saw her sister's pupils gleaming like molten gold in the shadows of the night.

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to change lanes and pull over to avoid becoming a road hazard in her emotional state. However, an extra hand appeared on the steering wheel, and the steering wheel did not move an inch.

“Cheng Shuangfan told you everything, right?” Shao Nanyin sighed, her golden vertical pupils fully visible. “What a pity, we could have been sisters for a few more years.”

Shao Nanqin didn't speak, but just looked at her sister's bright, sorrowful eyes.

"I already told you to start the engine and sit in the passenger seat while I waited for you," Shao Nanyin's voice gradually turned cold. "Cheng Shuangfan should have reminded you as well."

"So many years..." Shao Nanqin didn't let go of the accelerator, but looking at her sister's increasingly cold expression, her voice choked with emotion:

"Have you ever, even for a single moment, seen me as your older sister?"

Shao Nanyin's golden pupils reflected the tear-streaked woman's figure, but he remained unmoved.

“No.” Her voice was as cold as falling snowflakes: “I’ve never considered you my sister…”

Shao Nanqin's tears fell onto the steering wheel. Just then, the Maybach, which was only three meters ahead, suddenly stopped. Still immersed in her grief, Shao Nanqin didn't even have time to react and step on the brake.

"boom!"

"I'm the older sister." After the car rear-ended her, Shao Nanyin said helplessly, "You're so stupid, you shouldn't have been the older sister in the first place."

(End of this chapter)