The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

Jing Yi glanced at the people chasing after her and said, "Xi Xi, listen to me. You should leave through the small path on the left and then contact Shen Huaichu."

Shen Xi didn't know Jing Zeyou's contact information, but both Shen Huaichu and Jing Zeyou should still be at the press conference.

Shen Xi looked nervously at the burly men behind her and asked, "What about you?! How will you handle so many people?!"

Although she didn't know what was happening, the group's aggressive approach clearly meant they weren't to be trifled with. Even if Jing Yi knew martial arts, she couldn't handle so many people.

"Don't worry about me! They're after me. You need to get out and call for help. Otherwise, we both won't be able to escape! Tell Shen Huaichu to inform my brother. He knows how to find me!"

Soon, they reached the small path Jing Yi mentioned. She pushed Shen Xi in and turned to run in another direction.

As expected, the black-suited men were only targeting Jing Yi and didn't pay attention to the suddenly missing Shen Xi.

Shen Xi kept running until no one was chasing her, then quickly took out her phone.

Her eyes were red, and her trembling fingers dialed the number.

The call connected!

Shen Xi's voice was choked with sobs, "Uncle! A group of people is chasing after Yi Yi. Please come and save her!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jing Yi was cornered in an alley.

She looked at the black-suited men in front and the people following behind. It seemed she couldn't escape.

She wondered how there were so many deserted alleys!

Standing in the alley, Jing Yi casually tied up her hair and flexed her fists.

A burly man suddenly emerged from the shadows, attempting to surprise Jing Yi with an attack. Relying on her reflexes, Jing Yi instinctively dodged his punch.

She quickly counterattacked with a left hook to his abdomen, surprising him.

The surrounding men exchanged glances and rushed at Jing Yi together.

She deftly dodged one man's charge, swiftly turned, and kneed another in the chest and abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain. But the others' attacks didn't stop.

Jing Yi leaped up to avoid a low kick from behind, each move hitting the opponents' vital points accurately.

Despite her best efforts, Jing Yi was outnumbered. She dodged a slash, but the knife still grazed her arm, and blood gushed out.

Seeing the wound, Jing Yi frowned slightly. Before she could catch her breath, the opponents launched another round of attacks, making her increasingly exhausted.

The continuous running had already drained her energy. Jing Yi's breathing was heavy and labored, sweat dripping down her forehead and temples, soaking her T-shirt.

She tried to regulate her breathing, took a deep breath, and stood up.

"You really don't play fair. So many of you to corner me, and you even brought knives?"

The group didn't respond, instead closing in to form a circle, trapping Jing Yi inside.

Jing Yi's eyes flashed with shrewdness. It seemed a direct assault was unlikely.

As she pondered how to handle the situation, the group stopped moving. A man walked out from behind them, clapping and smiling without reaching his eyes.

"Impressive indeed!"

Wang Boqi looked at Jing Yi, shaking his head with a pained expression.

"Tsk tsk, these men really don't know how to appreciate beauty. Such a pretty face wasted."

Jing Yi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smirked, "Long time no see, Wang Boqi."

Wang Boqi approached her and whispered, "Why are you running, Yi Yi? Just a few days ago, we were so close. Now you avoid me like a snake. It really hurts me."

His voice carried a chilling coldness.

Jing Yi lifted her chin, her bright eyes looking at him, and laughed, "With so many people coming after me, if I didn't run, I'm afraid I wouldn't know how I'd die."

He seemed puzzled, turning to look at the hired thugs, "You mean them?" He sneered, "I've known you for so long. Your abilities, I know them well."

Jing Yi smiled, "Thank you for your affirmation, but I'd rather you praise my acting skills." She taunted, "How is it? My acting isn't bad, right?"

You were completely fooled.

Wang Boqi dropped the fake smile from his lips, "I'm curious, what did the Jing family give you to make you so loyal to them?" His cold eyes stared at her, "Don't tell me it's that disgusting thing called family?"

Jing Yi chuckled, "Loyalty is a bit much, but I'm willing." After all, her life was a second chance.

Wang Boqi's face showed a few traces of malevolence. He didn't like Jing Yi's appearance, so battered, her curls a bit loose, her clothes and face stained with dirt.

Yet, even in such a state, Wang Boqi could still see a unique sharpness in her.

He sneered, not sparing his harsh words.

"You're willing to risk your life for the Jing family, but I don't think they value you that much. After all, you're just a foster child. Why take it so seriously?"

He wanted to shatter their false facade!

Jing Yi seemed indifferent to Wang Boqi's words. The more he lost control, the greater her chance of escape.

She unobtrusively scanned the enemies, quickly calculating a way to escape, deliberately relaxing her tense body, appearing nonchalant.

"Oh, it's just a small effort."

Wang Boqi clenched his fists, his expression contorted for a moment, "You really don't care about anything." He sneered, "However, I'm quite curious. I've never misjudged anyone, except you, Jing Yi."

Jing Yi acknowledged that Wang Boqi was indeed good at reading people. The original owner had indeed worked for him, causing significant crises for Hengjing and Huarui Group. But Wang Boqi never expected the biggest variable to be Jing Yi.

Jing Yi smiled, accidentally pulling at the wound on her lip, but her calm demeanor was unaffected.

"Mr. Wang, this is a lesson for you, isn't it? Never underestimate women."

Her words made Wang Boqi burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest thing. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"'Never underestimate women'? Hahaha, Jing Yi, what right do you have to say that?"

Jing Yi sat quietly, unaffected by Wang Boqi's spine-chilling laughter. Her frail figure still exuded strength.

Wang Boqi looked at her, his malevolence deepening, "Women are women, born that way!" He stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"Look, so easily caught by me. You are, Jiang Miaomiao is, they all are! Playthings in my hands. Honestly, you should be like them, obedient, and I might be patient enough to coax you."