Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221: Taken Away by the Police

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Li Juan had just climbed down from her bunk, clutching the money in her hand, ready to hand over the thirty yuan to Tang Xue when Zhao Ling’s voice cut through the air like a sudden slap.

"Don’t be stupid, Li Juan. Haven’t you noticed something’s off?"

Startled, Li Juan paused and looked over, her fingers still pinching the money. "Zhao Ling, what do you mean?"

Zhao Ling let out a sharp, unimpressed snort. "Are you seriously that naive? Haven’t you realized Tang Xue hasn’t been pushing that so-called ’miracle repair cream’ lately? And did you even glance at the campus bulletin board this morning? The police posted a notice—apparently a flood of counterfeit skincare products has hit the student market, and they’ve launched a full investigation. There was even a photo. The product in the image? The exact one Tang Xue’s been selling. You really want to lend her money now? What if you end up dragged into a counterfeit ring?"

Honestly, Zhao Ling had no intention of interfering. She’d just wanted a quiet moment to read and take notes. But watching Li Juan—honest, hardworking, frugal Li Juan—about to hand over her savings to someone like Tang Xue was simply too much. She couldn’t stay silent anymore.

Tang Xue’s expression twisted with fury. "You’re full of lies! I didn’t sell fake products! Everything I sold was authentic!" Her voice rose an octave, trembling with both anger and a touch of fear. "You’re just jealous I’m closer to Li Juan than you are!"

Zhao Ling rolled her eyes and gave a lazy shrug. Honestly, she had better things to do than argue. "If you didn’t sell fakes, then why are you running and hiding?"

That shut Tang Xue up. Her guilt flickered through her expression for a brief second before she looked back at Li Juan, eyes wide, trying to regain control. "Li Juan, who do you believe? Me, or her?"

Even the ever-trusting Li Juan couldn’t ignore the truth staring her in the face. Her grip tightened around the money as she said hesitantly, "Actually... I did see the notice this morning. The product in the photo—it really does look like the one you’ve been selling. Tang Xue, just tell me the truth. Were you scammed?"

At that, Tang Xue’s mask dropped. Her eyes darkened with frustration. "I wasn’t scammed! Ugh, I get it now. You just don’t want to lend me money, do you? Fine. Thirty yuan! I see you for who you really are now. We’re done. Don’t ever speak to me again!"

With that, she yanked a face mask out of her bag and shoved it on, storming toward the door like a tragic heroine in a soap opera. But fate had other plans. Just as she threw open the door, she slammed straight into two uniformed police officers—one with his hand already raised, as if about to knock.

"Excuse us," one officer said, voice neutral but firm. "We’re looking for Tang Xue. Please come with us."

Tang Xue froze, her body stiffening as her mind spiraled. Behind her, Li Juan stepped closer to the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief.

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