The Real Daughter Needs Saving by This Vicious Female Cannon Fodder? - Chapter 34

Following the license plate number of her mother’s assistant, Ning Jin arrived outside the Gu Corporation.

To avoid alerting anyone, she didn’t drive in recklessly.

No matter how much the Wen and Ning families had said she didn’t resemble her parents, Ning Jin had never taken it to heart.

If she weren’t their biological daughter, how could they have treated her so well? Even after she had messed up so many business deals, they hadn’t lost their temper with her—instead, they had gently advised her.

But now, everything was pointing in one direction: she wasn’t the true heiress of Yuanye Group.

The real heiress was someone else.

And even her mother had only just found out!

Otherwise, her mother wouldn’t have been so flustered that she didn’t even notice Ning Jin secretly following her.

Ning Jin lowered her head, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter. Truth be told, she had once been curious about who her real parents were.

But the thought of losing her status as the heiress of Yuanye Group made her unwilling to face this harsh reality.

She had also long since sent people to investigate Ning Anran’s background, and by now, there should be results.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket—a call from a familiar number.

Ning Jin, like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline, quickly swiped to answer.

“Hello.”

Her voice trembled slightly, though she didn’t even realize it.

“Miss, we’ve found everything you asked us to look into.”

“The documents have been sent to your account. As for the price…”

Hearing that the other party intended to demand an exorbitant sum, Ning Jin didn’t bother haggling.

She had more than enough petty cash to throw at them.

“How much? Once I pay, you’d better not leak a word of this. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”

The person on the other end immediately relaxed.

“The young miss is as generous as ever! Fifty thousand, no bargaining! Once we agree, we won’t change our minds.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. Our clients enjoy absolute confidentiality—there’s no way this will get out!”

Listening to the man’s smooth talk, Ning Jin didn’t pay it much mind. He had been recommended by a friend.

Greedy, yes, but she doubted he’d stoop so low as to betray professional ethics.

“Good.”

Ning Jin hung up and transferred the 50,000 yuan. Opening her account, she saw the pile of documents sent over.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then scrolled down and tapped in.

Ning Anran’s records were laid out before her in full detail—from her elementary school grades to her recent employment at the Gu Corporation.

Admittedly, those unscrupulous investigators had done a thorough job, despite their habit of price gouging.

No wonder they had a reputation in their circle.

Ning Jin swiped to the parents’ section, her heart torn between anticipation and dread.

When the faces of two ordinary-looking people appeared, she felt as if her throat had been seized!

Staring at Ning Anran’s features—completely different from those of her so-called “biological parents”—Ning Jin let out a bitter laugh.

No wonder… Mother was so certain at first glance that this woman was the real missing heiress of the Yuanye Group.

Such striking features bore an uncanny resemblance to Mother’s own.

The silence stretched on until Ning Jin saw her mother’s assistant’s license plate reappear ahead.

A venomous thought suddenly took root in her heart—what if “Ning Anran” were to die?

Then Mother wouldn’t be so fixated on finding her biological child, would she?

After all, she had been raised by Mother’s own hands. The tenderness Mother showed her daily was something Ning Jin had always cherished.

Yes, if “Ning Anran” were gone, the world would be peaceful again.

She would remain the sole heiress of the Yuanye Group—the only successor.

Wouldn’t she?

……

“Xiaxia, are you really not coming out with us anymore?”

“What kind of life is that? So boring!”

Yu Yingying’s exaggerated look of betrayal was unmistakable. The thought of Gu Xia ignoring her messages for days like a ghost made her bl00d boil.

“Yingying, keep your voice down.”

“Look at her—glancing at her phone every two seconds. Her mind is already miles away.”

Gao Fei shook her head with the wisdom of an enlightened monk, spreading her palms helplessly at Yu Yingying as if to say, “Love-struck fools are beyond cure.”

“You two go ahead without me. I need to pick up Ning Anran from work.”

“These days, it’s not safe for anyone to walk home alone at night.”

Watching Gu Xia’s lovestruck expression, Yu Yingying smacked her own forehead and wailed dramatically.

“Xiaxia, how could you just get snatched away like this?”

“Do you even know how many people have a crush on you? Ugh, they pester me nonstop for your contact info!”

Yu Yingying lamented her misfortune—finally meeting a few attractive prospects, only for them to immediately ask for Gu Xia’s number.

It nearly gave her an aneurysm.

“They don’t add me because they like me.”

Gu Xia remained indifferent to her long list of admirers.

“If they don’t like you, then why?”

Yu Yingying froze, completely baffled, as if trying to decipher an ancient riddle.

“Obviously for my money.”

“What else could it be?”

Yu Yingying: “…”

Gao Fei: “…”

Such shamelessness—unseen in this lifetime or the last.

Yu Yingying: “Xiaxia, just go back to simping for Ning Anran. I’m afraid of unleashing you on the world!”

Gao Fei: “Exactly. For a master of your caliber, unrequited love is the best outcome.”

Hearing their less-than-comforting words, Gu Xia slumped again.

“Sigh, you’re right… Ning Anran is so outstanding. How could I ever deserve her?”

“So I have to use my money ruthlessly to keep her by my side before she rises to greatness.”

On her 801st phone check, Gu Xia finally saw Ning Anran’s reply:

Finished work on time today. No overtime. Where are you? Need a pickup?

Though the message was straightforward, Gu Xia’s heart still swelled with sweetness.

She sprang up like a little puppy, her eyes and brows brimming with laughter as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Are you off work yet?”

“Should I come to your office?”

Her grin looked like she’d just found money on the ground, making the other two sigh and shake their heads.

Hopeless romantic… absolutely hopeless!

“No need. Send me your address.”

“I’ll come pick you up.”

Ning Anran’s tone was so commanding—she loved it… what should she do?

Could she really be diagnosed as a masochist?