The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 252 She is a demon, the past resurfaces

"Madam Song, could you please tell me in detail what Song Nanxi did?"

Why would she send her own brother to prison?

"What did your son do?"

The reporters' microphones were practically poking Lin Bei's face. She maintained her sorrowful expression, and as she lowered her eyes, a cold glint flashed across her face.

"She's done so many things, even the servants in the house know that whenever she comes back, she causes chaos in the house."

We've all experienced people throwing feces at our homes, smashing things, and assaulting us.

Now that things have come to this, I... I really have no other choice..."

Lin Bei wiped away her tears, then suddenly knelt down with a thud, and said to the camera, "Nanxi, I'm begging you, please let your brother go! Okay?!"

There was an uproar.

At this moment, the woman supporting Lin Bei said, "I work for the Song family, and I can testify that what Madam said is true! If you don't believe me, feel free to verify it!"

"I can prove it!!"

Amid the uproar, an aged voice rang out.

The door to the venue was pushed open, and a man with gray hair and a limp walked in, supported by Song Mo's assistant.

"May I ask who you are?"

Reporters instinctively felt there was something big going on and immediately turned their microphones toward the elderly man.

"I am Song Nanxi's adoptive father!"

The old man trembled as he struggled to pull a stack of crumpled papers from his pocket.

"I only found out about the mix-up later. Before that, I always treated her like my own daughter. Even though we were very poor, I tried my best to send her to school. But—but she's a monster!"

The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but wipe away tears as he thought of the past, his hands trembling.

“She dared to throw boiling water at me when she was twelve years old. Look at my hands, these are burns.”

He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a patch of wrinkled scars on the back of his hand and forearm.

“When I was fifteen, she threw a rock at me and sent me to the hospital. These are all the medical reports. She probably thought she had killed me, so she ran away in fear and never came home again. I had no idea... that my adopted daughter was actually a big star, a rich heiress, living such a glamorous life…”

The old man shook his head. "But I don't plan to pursue it. After all, I raised her. I thought she was just immature back then and would grow out of it, but I learned that after returning to her biological parents, she not only didn't change, but became even worse..."

The reporters erupted in gasps of astonishment, "My God, is this really true?!"

Song Mo nodded heavily, opened the medical record, and faced the camera frankly. "Our Song family has been keeping it from her all along, feeling that we owe her something, and even... resenting Uncle Xu for not raising her properly. Now we realize..." He shook his head with a bitter smile, "Our Song family can no longer tolerate a devil!"

Uncle Xu—also known as Xu Dazhu—handed over the main role to Song Mo at this moment, and just stood by wiping away tears.

In addition, he was riddled with illnesses and dressed in shabby clothes, making him look at least twenty years older than his peers.

It is very effective at evoking people's sympathy.

This press conference was broadcast live online.

With conclusive evidence, many netizens believed that this was the truth.

[I knew Song Nanxi was so arrogant, she was bound to get her comeuppance someday! I just didn't expect her to be this vicious.]

[A twelve-year-old dared to scald someone with boiling water? Boiling water can kill you!]

[Actually, she killed someone when she was fifteen! Uncle Xu just happened to survive.]

So, can the police arrest her and put her in jail? She's an adult now and can be criminally responsible.

[I had even started to have a better opinion of her before, but now I'm disgusted by Song Nanxi. Is she even human? Even if she was switched at birth, they didn't mistreat her; they at least gave her the best they could afford!]

The hotel room was eerily quiet.

Qi Yu clenched her fists so tightly they turned white.

He had to work extremely hard to suppress his murderous intent.

How dare these people—how dare they slander Song Nanxi in front of the entire nation!

"Nanxi, I believe in you."

Song Nanxi watched the live stream intently, listening to the accusations, each one like a bucket of dirty blood being poured over her.

Suddenly, my hand felt cold as it was grasped by a large, dry hand.

Song Nanxi shifted her gaze to Qi Yu.

The young man half-squatted beside her, holding her hands in his, as if trying to comfort her silently in this way, his dark eyes filled with heartache.

Even her eyes were slightly red.

Such sincere emotions would not leave Song Nanxi unmoved, as he is not made of stone.

With a slight smile, Song Nanxi gently brushed a stray hair from Qi Yu's forehead, revealing his handsome and refined features. "You believe me without knowing anything? What if I told you that I've done all of these things?"

Qi Yu shook his head, his expression serious, and gazed intently at her.

Even if you did it, I believe there was a reason behind it.

Even if Song Nanxi is really the devil that Lin Bei and that Xu Dazhu accused her of, so what?

He was a demon in the eyes of others, but a goddess who redeemed him.

Song Nanxi chuckled softly, cupped Qi Yu's face in her hands, and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Good girl, but Qi Yu, what you're doing is really aiding and abetting evil."

Qi Yu smiled and said, "As long as you're happy, I don't care about anything else."

He could even give up his status as the "crown prince" of the Qi family and become just an unknown bodyguard by Song Nanxi's side with just a word.

Yan Xingxue snatched the takeout that Xiao Liu was carrying outside, and when she came in, she saw the two of them being intimate.

Very dazzling.

He lowered his eyelashes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were clear and bright, as if there was not a trace of jealousy in them.

He naturally walked to Song Nanxi's side and asked, "Nanxi, are you alright?"

Song Nanxi took the milk tea from Yan Xingxue, took a sip, and said, "Why not? Our movie premiere was a huge success, and it's bound to be a blockbuster during the Spring Festival. Isn't that a good thing?"

She joked, "Teacher Yan, I'm about to be promoted."

However, Song Nanxi's relaxed appearance seemed like a forced smile to Yan Xingxue, and he felt so sorry for her that he wanted to bend over to control his throbbing heart.

"Nanxi, that's not what I meant...it's about the internet..."

"None of you should interfere. Let them talk. I want to hear how much more mud they have in store for me."

Song Nanxi thought she didn't care anymore, but when she saw Xu Dazhu again, she realized that it still didn't work.

The resentment in her heart was like a seed, previously buried deep within. Xu Dazhu's appearance was like a wind that spurred that seed to sprout, carrying with it the sordid memories of the past and quickly allowing it to grow.

Until, a murderous aura filled every inch of his flesh and blood.

She remembered when she was twelve, not as old as she was now, sneaking into the storage room in the middle of the night—yes, ever since she could remember, Song Nanxi had slept in a messy little shack with everything imaginable, except for a bed, a broken table, and a corner piled with farm tools and firewood…