The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 327: That Bitch Nan Yu Isn’t Dead

The words "Nan Yu" struck all ears like a bolt of thunder.

"Isn’t Nan Yu dead? She was cremated to ashes; how could she be here?"

"Could it be a mistake? Maybe someone with the same name?"

"The dead Nan Yu attending a party is rather spooky."

Everyone looked curiously toward the door; they couldn’t see anyone but could hear a loud attempt to prevent someone from entering.

They had never met Nan Yu, but they had heard plenty about her lately. She had turned the Nan Family upside down, especially the incident where the wife of the Nan Family was seriously injured and became vegetative.

The person who was supposedly dead was now making a grand appearance at the Nan Family’s banquet, which felt undeniably eerie.

Nan Zhou looked up at the door, downed the red wine in his hand, and turned his head to look at Nan Luzhi, his eyes becoming sharp in an instant.

"Nan Luzhi, didn’t you say Nan Yu was dead? What’s going on with this person now?"

Nan Bofu’s gaze fell, and when he looked at Nan Luzhi, there were no emotions, only deep displeasure.

"Nan Luzhi, are you deceiving me?"

Nan Luzhi felt the lethal pressure from both of them and his corpulent body began to tremble violently.

He quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and said through gritted teeth, "Family Head, Fourth Young Master, Nan Yu is truly dead. I personally collected her body and watched as she was cremated to ashes and buried in the tomb. It’s impossible for her to appear here!"

Nan Qingqing slowly stood up, walked over to Nan Bofu, and linked her arm with his.

"Dad, Nan Yu must be dead; I even have the video of her funeral. The person outside is probably an impostor trying to scam us, we should drive her away."

Nan Zhuoyuan set down his wine glass and unbuttoned his cuff, his stern face mixing with a hint of severity.

"Who can tell whether an urn contains Nan Yu’s real ashes? What if you all made up fake ashes and claimed they were hers to deceive us? It’s not impossible."

"Instead of guessing here, it’s better to invite the person in and let everyone see whether it’s really Nan Yu."

As he spoke, he raised his long hands and clapped twice in the air.

"Butler Hu, please invite the Nan Yu waiting outside!"

Butler Hu immediately went out.

Nan Bofu stood silently in his place, not saying a word to stop the invitation.

Nan Qingqing by his side also dared not speak, just pursed her lips and looked outside, her eyes revealing countless doubts.

Nan Luzhi couldn’t be lying to her; Nan Yu was indeed dead. So who was this pretending to be her?

Nan Luzhi was also confused as he looked toward the door.

If he found out who was behind this, he was going to make sure they paid with their life!

Under the gaze of the crowd, a red silhouette finally appeared at the doorway.

Red high heels clicked crisply against the floor.

Soon, Song Yingqing in a backless red evening gown appeared before everyone.

"Hey everyone~"

When Nan Qingqing saw it was Song Yingqing, she breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained to Nan Bofu.

"Dad, she’s not Nan Yu, she’s Nan Yu’s close friend, named Song Yingqing."

Nan Luzhi’s cold body slowly warmed, and he nodded vigorously, "Right, she’s Song Yingqing, a model. She got along infamously with Nan Yu when she was alive; the two were partners in crime and neither were decent girls."

Hearing this, Nan Bofu’s brow visibly furrowed, and he glanced at Nan Luzhi again.

Sheng Ruomei, confined to a wheelchair and unable to move, had been watching the door. Suddenly her eyes widened, her pupils contracted, and fear swiftly spread across her face as she screamed hideously.

"Nan... Nan Yu!"

"That bitch Nan Yu isn’t dead!"