Nyx_Aurelia

Synopsis

In her past life, Leng Qingxue was a legend—an unrivaled genius who dominated multiple industries, from science and finance to technology and medicine. She stood at the peak of the world, untouchable… until betrayal sent her plummeting to her death.

But fate had other plans.

Reincarnated as the cherished daughter of the powerful Leng family, Qingxue is born as a twin alongside her brother, Leng Qiuhan. With five strikingly handsome and talented older brothers, doting parents, and limitless wealth, she should have the perfect life.

Yet, Qingxue chooses to keep her past-life brilliance hidden. Instead of immediately reclaiming her former glory, she watches, waits, and slowly unveils her true genius—stunning her family, shaking the business world, and leaving her enemies speechless.

As envious relatives plot against her, and the world underestimates the quiet, cold little girl, Qingxue is unbothered. After all, she has already conquered a lifetime.

This time, she will live for herself.

And when the world finally realizes her true identity—it will be too late.

The Cold Beauty's Rebirth

The evening glow cast a warm golden hue over the elite gathering, the soft murmur of conversations weaving through the air like a carefully orchestrated symphony. The venue, a grand estate owned by one of the city's most powerful families, was filled with the finest students from the most prestigious academy—those destined to stand at the pinnacle of power.

Leng Qingxue and Leng Qiuhan were among them.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere subtly shifted. Their presence was an unspoken statement—a quiet yet undeniable claim to dominance. Clad in pristine attire that complemented their striking features, they didn't need to demand attention. It was freely given.

On the far end of the hall, Ruolan's grip tightened around her cup, the carefully practiced smile on her lips wavering for the briefest second before she forced it back into place.

No matter how much she tried, how much she schemed, Qingxue and Qiuhan always remained beyond her reach—beyond everyone's reach. Admired, feared, respected. Their mere existence eclipsed hers.

And now, as if to make things worse, the one person she had secretly set her sights on—the one whose admiration she longed for—was watching only Qingxue.

Seated at a private lounge area reserved for the most influential students, he observed the twins' arrival with quiet interest. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as Qingxue passed by, her expression cool, untouched by the stifling weight of admiration directed at her.

Ruolan clenched her fists under the table.

With a carefully measured breath, she rose from her seat, composing herself before approaching the very person she intended to draw into her web.

"Li Shen," she greeted smoothly, her voice carrying just the right amount of warmth. "I didn't expect to see you here so early."

He glanced at her briefly, offering a polite nod. "Ruolan."

Undeterred, she smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It's been a while since we last had a proper conversation." Her tone was light, playful. "Are you really going to ignore me all evening?"

Li Shen's gaze didn't waver, but whatever reply he had been about to give was left unsaid.

Because, at that very moment, a shadow fell across their table.

Leng Qingxue had stopped beside them, her silver-blue eyes sweeping over the scene with quiet disinterest. Without a word, she reached forward and took Li Shen's glass—a refined, chilled osmanthus-infused tea—lifting it to her lips in a slow, unhurried motion.

The room didn't exactly fall silent, but the shift in the air was palpable.

Li Shen, unbothered, simply leaned back, watching her with a flicker of amusement. "I wasn't finished with that."

Qingxue placed the glass back on the table, her expression as unreadable as ever. "You drink too slowly."

Qiuhan, who had been watching from the side, let out a quiet scoff, his lips curving into a faint smirk.

Ruolan, however, felt her composure slipping.

It wasn't just the act of taking the drink—it was the effortless way Qingxue did it, as if she didn't even need permission. As if it was simply expected that what belonged to others could belong to her without question.

As if this had always been the natural order of things.

Ruolan's fingers curled slightly at her sides.

If she couldn't tear Qingxue down, then she needed to make sure she wasn't the only one who fell.

Chapter 36 Silent Claims