From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 159: The Competition Officially Begins

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Competition Officially Begins

The police came in and shared a shocking piece of news.

Mrs. Fang had committed suicide.

Her death was very strange; she passed away quietly, with no visible wounds on her body.

Mrs. Fang’s body had not yet been autopsied. They immediately came over and told the Bai Family about the incident.

Bai Yurou reacted the most, exclaiming, "How is that possible? Why would Mrs. Fang commit suicide?"

Tears still in her eyes, Bai Yurou leaned against Chen Xinwan, panic-stricken, "Mom, why would Mrs. Fang kill herself?"

Chen Xinwan patted her hand, whispering comfortingly, "I am curious as well. Why would Mrs. Fang commit suicide?"

Nan Qiao stood up and said, "With no obvious wounds on the body, how could the death occur? Since she is dead, there must be something fishy. It is better to investigate thoroughly."

The other party said, "The investigation is underway."

Chen Xinwan sighed; she hadn’t expected Mrs. Fang to die.

All she wanted was for Mrs. Fang to face legal punishment, not to take her life.

After the police explained the situation, they left.

Chen Xinwan said to Nan Qiao, "Qiaoqiao, you go to the competition first. I will check on Mrs. Fang’s matter."

Nan Qiao nodded, "Then I’ll be on my way."

Nan Qiao got into her car, driving herself that day.

She put on her Bluetooth headset, started the car, and made a call.

"Mrs. Fang is dead, under very strange circumstances. Go and investigate; you must find out the real reason behind Mrs. Fang’s death."

After saying what was needed, Nan Qiao hung up the phone.

Today was the day of the competition, crucial indeed.

...

The competition was in full swing, everyone bustling about.

Nan Qiao had picked up Rong Yan before heading there together.

Walking one after the other into the venue, Rong Yan whispered, "Mr. Qiao, you don’t need to pick me up; I can make it here on my own. You had to take a detour, which is a waste of time and inconvenient for you."

Nan Qiao stopped in her tracks; they were alone. Her eyes, clear in black and white, fixed on Rong Yan, her voice strong with a blend of advice and warning.

"Remember, the competition is like a battlefield. Don’t drink water offered by strangers, and don’t take a second sip from a bottle of water you’ve already drunk from. Also, try to eat your own food, and it’s best not to eat at all. Compete on an empty stomach, and afterwards, you can have a good meal."

Rong Yan was taken aback, "Mr. Qiao, do you mean..."

"Good if you understood." Nan Qiao continued forward, the heels of her shoes clicking; she was tall, slim, and beautiful.

Rong Yan, gazing at Nan Qiao’s graceful back, suddenly wondered, has Mr. Qiao participated in competitions before?

She is so young; how does she know so much about these things?

Rong Yan followed carefully, afraid of falling behind.

Arriving at their designated area, Nan Qiao instructed her team in an orderly manner.

He Li handed a bottle of milk to Rong Yan, "Xiao Rong, have you had breakfast? I have some milk here, would you like some?"

Remembering Nan Qiao’s advice, Rong Yan shook her head insistently, "Thanks, Sister Li, I had a big breakfast, no need for milk. You drink it."

He Li nodded with a smile, "Okay, I’ll put it aside. Drink it if you feel like it."

...

Zhou Jingya arrived with her parents, Zhou Hongqi and Liu Yanfang.

Entering the competition venue and seeing the environment, Liu Yanfang’s eyes lit up.

"Xiao Ya, once you win the championship, Mom will wear your designs every day, how prestigious it will be," she said.

Zhou Hongqi saw money, waiting for Zhou Jingya to make her name with this battle, after which he would have lots and lots of money.

He wouldn’t need to beg his father and plead with his grandmother for investments, or to keep company with his grandson like drinking buddies, short of offering himself up.

Zhou Hongqi smiled with his eyebrows raised in satisfaction, nodding approvingly, "Xiao Ya, our family’s future depends on you."

Thinking of having such an excellent daughter, Zhou Hong’s face almost burst into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

"Dad, I am your daughter, I will definitely do my utmost for the company," Zhou Jingya said obediently.

Zhou Hongqi’s face crinkled with smiles. Scanning the room, he saw Nan Qiao directing the event with a frown on his face.

"Nan Qiao is also here?" The initial elimination round didn’t knock out Nan Qiao’s company?

Twenty fashion companies were participating in this competition. Some had already been eliminated in the preliminary round, and the final twenty were competing for the top three spots.

Liu Yanfang’s smile suddenly vanished and she said with disgust, "Seeing her really brings bad luck! How can someone of her status even enter this kind of event? She must have cheated by hiring a proxy!"

Zhou Jingya noticed that people around them were looking over, so she quickly pulled on Liu Yanfang’s arm to bring her closer, "Mom, don’t talk like that. There are eyes all around us, what if someone with an agenda overhears?"

Liu Yanfang pursed her lips disdainfully, "Xiao Ya, you’re just too timid and too kind. If someone like her can get into the competition, there must be something fishy going on. Who knows, she might have slept with the judges to get this opportunity."

"Alright, enough, don’t embarrass Xiao Ya," Zhou Hongqi glared at Liu Yanfang, displeased.

What kind of place was this to allow her to babble and annoy others?

For Zhou Jingya’s sake, Liu Yanfang had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

Zhou Hongqi stood next to Liu Qing and asked in a low voice, "Are you confident about today?"

Liu Qing hummed in response. Today’s competition involved Zhou Jingya. She had laid the groundwork, now it was up to Zhou Jingya to make her move.

Zhou Jingya spoke up, "I’ll go say hello to Nan Qiao first, you guys go ahead."

She walked over to Nan Qiao’s team with eyes full of contempt, as if looking at a defeated underling.

The lights at the venue were bright, and as Nan Qiao sat in her chair, her view was filled with Zhou Jingya’s black high heels.

"Nan Qiao, I really didn’t expect you to show up here at the competition," she said.

Nan Qiao slowly raised her head, her made-up features bold and striking with her thick eyebrows and large eyes tilting upwards at the corners, exuding a natural dominance.

"If you can come, why can’t I?" Nan Qiao said as she slowly stood up.

Nan Qiao was taller than Zhou Jingya, even with Zhou Jingya in high heels, she still couldn’t match Nan Qiao, who was also in heels.

Nan Qiao’s stubbornness greatly irritated Zhou Jingya.

A woman who climbed up using men dares to challenge her?

Where did Nan Qiao get such confidence?

Zhou Jingya’s brow furrowed tightly, her gaze filled with disdain.

Zhou Jingya moved closer to Nan Qiao, her voice sharp, mocking with a laugh, "Nan Qiao, this is a competition venue, not a place where you can climb up by relying on men’s bodies. The competition is all about real skill, can you handle that?"

Nan Qiao quickly stepped back, covering her nose, a look of disgust on her face as she looked at Zhou Jingya, "You have bad breath, it’s so foul."

Rong Yan, standing aside, almost couldn’t hold back a loud laugh at Nan Qiao’s move.

He looked at Zhou Jingya with a face full of disgust, "Your mouth is so foul! It’s really bad, I can barely stand it."

Rong Yan’s voice was loud, and people around who heard turned their gaze toward them, observing Zhou Jingya’s unpleasant face.

Zhou Jingya, furious, pointed at Nan Qiao, "Don’t talk nonsense!"

Nan Qiao retorted, "Your mouth is too foul, leave quickly, you’re polluting our air here."