The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: The Tribunal of Three Judges

“What?” Zhong Mengfan almost jumped up. “Zhong Niangyao, are you playing games with us?”

“Then you’re really wronging me,” Zhong Niangyao said with an innocent face. “How am I playing games with you? I’ve had no idea from start to finish. It was you who were messing around behind the scenes!”

“Nianyao, what is your purpose in doing this?” A hint of wariness flickered in Zhong Minghao’s eyes.

Or perhaps, when Zhong Niangyao mentioned there were no surveillance videos, a foreboding feeling had already risen in his heart.

“My purpose is very simple!” Zhong Niangyao blinked and said with a beaming smile, “Just fishing!”

As she spoke, she picked up her phone from the coffee table, revealing the screen that had been face down to everyone.

When they saw the phone screen, the three people sitting opposite her changed complexion simultaneously. The screen showed an ongoing call, with the familiar number of Old Sir Zhong’s mobile number clearly displayed.

This meant that all of their conversations here had been heard by Old Sir Zhong.

“Zhong Niangyao, you—”

Zhong Mengfan was so angry she had intended to lash out with curses.

But just as she began to speak, Zheng Silin, sitting beside her, grabbed her hand. Seeing her mother shake her head and considering the current situation, she clenched her teeth and swallowed back the words she was about to spit out.

Zhong Minghao’s face turned even uglier. He never imagined that he would be played by a mere girl.

“Uncle, auntie,” Zhong Niangyao continued as she shook her phone. “I think what you should do now is explain things to grandpa and grandma. Of course, that includes Second Uncle, too.”

Zhong Minghao, with a face ashen, clenched his teeth and glared fiercely at Zhong Niangyao.@@novelbin@@

At this point, what more was there to misunderstand? From the beginning to the end, Zhong Niangyao’s claim of having surveillance videos was all a lie designed to bait them into revealing themselves.

“Now everyone, gather here in the hall.”

The authoritative and stern voice of Old Master Zhong came from the other end of the phone, his tone brooking no doubt—it was a command.

The call had been hung up. Zhong Niangyao smiled, shook her phone, and spoke, “Uncle, auntie, big sister, I believe we should go downstairs now.”

With that, she took the lead in leaving the room.

Zhong Mengfan’s face turned ghostly pale, and she tightly gripped Zheng Silin’s hand. “Mom, what should I do now? Everyone knows, and they won’t let me off. And Second Uncle, he’s going to call the police and arrest me, right?”

“You’re scared now, huh!” Zhong Minghao glared fiercely at Zhong Mengfan. “When you did this, why didn’t you use your brain to think things through properly? Did you really think this was just about you?”

Here, he couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and tap Zhong Mengfan’s forehead. “Both are my children, your brother is so smart, how can you be so foolish! If I had known you’d turn out this way, I should have strangled you the moment you were born.”

Whether or not they had known about Zhong Mengfan’s actions was no longer important.

A family’s honor or disgrace was shared. Now, whether in the eyes of their father or mother or in the heart of Zhong Mingyu, it was settled—the deed was done by their entire branch.

Although he also did not wish for Li Yiqiu to give birth to this child, especially after learning it was a boy, he had never thought of harming Li Yiqiu to cause a miscarriage.

Now his son was already grown up, even working in the family business. And Jing Hao had already carved out a space for himself in the company.

Li Yiqiu’s child would still need to grow up, goodness knows how long that would take.

So, though he was not fond of the situation, he had never thought of harming anyone. Yet, now everyone would certainly think that everything Zhong Mengfan did was instigated by him and his wife.

What would his parents think of them from now on!

Thinking about this, his gaze towards Zhong Mengfan grew even more hostile.

Facing the disdain and disgust in Zhong Minghao’s eyes, Zhong Mengfan felt a sudden fear and involuntarily shrank behind Zheng Silin.

Now she regretted it, but she had disagreed with the idea of confronting Zhong Niangyao from the very beginning! It was her father who insisted on making her come.

If she had not come at the outset, she would not have fallen for Zhong Niangyao’s trick, and none of this would have happened.

This was clearly not her fault; why was everything being blamed on her now!

“Husband, this is not the time to continue assigning blame,” Zheng Silin quickly interjected to calm him down. “Regardless of the reason, what Meng Fan has done has now been exposed. The elders are sure to demand accountability. We need to think about how to deal with this.”

“What can we do now!” Zhong Minghao said in despair, massaging his forehead. “We’re about to face judgment immediately. All we can do is leave it to fate.”

In the hall—

Old Master Zhong and Old Madam Zhong sat there, both stern, silent, and exuding an aura that made one’s heart tremble with fear.

Zhong Mingyu sat on a couch to the side, his face ashen, emanating a threatening aura that could be felt even just from a glance. One could sense the anger boiling within him.

Zhong Jinghao had also come down. He sat across from Zhong Mingyu, his expression calm and unreadable, giving no hint of his current thoughts.

Upon entering, Zhong Niangyao could sense the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

Yet, she seemed unaffected, lounging in a seat she picked out for herself, resting her chin in her hand, all the while appearing as if she were waiting for an entertaining show to start.

Those present had no extra mental capacity to pay attention to Zhong Niangyao. Only Zhong Jinghao’s eyes flashed a dark light when he looked her way.

Shortly after Zhong Niangyao sat, Zhong Minghao, Zheng Silin, and Zhong Mengfan entered the hall.

Upon entering, Zhong Mengfan instinctively tensed up, especially upon seeing the setup that resembled a tribunal. Fear gripped her even more, and her steps faltered.

Soon, everyone except for Zhong Mengfan had taken their seats.