From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at the black card, aware of its value. It looked remarkably like a Centurion Card…

The so-called world limited black card, only billionaires or political and business celebrities are eligible to have, it generally symbolizes identity and status.

She asked, “Ming Jing, who gave you this card?”

She thought that even Zhu Wentao himself wouldn’t be eligible to have such a card.

Ming Jing gave her a smile. “Madam Jiang gave it to me. What do you think?”

Zhu Xiangxiang felt a lump in her throat. If it was Madam Jiang, that’d make sense.

She had never expected Madam Jiang to like her so much.

Ming Jing’s eyes slightly narrowed, recalling that Jiang Yu had always been cautious. She had created a separate account and kept her savings secretly in the Swiss Bank, which the Night Hawk couldn’t trace after her death.

Not long ago, she asked Zheng Qing to withdraw this money, and the black card belonged to Zheng Qing.

Ming Jing left the address, letting the salesperson deliver the clothes home later, and then led them to have dinner.

Ming Chen quietly pulled Ming Ti aside, whispering, “I saw the price tags; those clothes are quite expensive. Our senior must have spent quite a bit of money, right?”

Ming Ti glanced at Ming Jing’s figure. “Let’s consider it a loan from our senior; we will pay her back in the future.”

“We must always remember our senior’s kindness towards us.”

“I was wondering who it was, turns out it’s our Miss Zhu.”

As soon as Ming Jing walked into the restaurant, she saw Li Jiaojiao. Opposite her were Zhao Qin and Gao Jia, and Sun Qingqing was sitting next to them.

All four of them looked at Ming Jing at the same time.

Ming Jing walked over with a smile. “Good afternoon, ladies.”

Li Jiaojiao’s gaze swept over the three young girls behind her. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Ming Jing raised an eyebrow. “My juniors are a bit shy. I wouldn’t want to disturb you ladies.”

“So, these are Miss Zhu’s juniors. Looking at this setup, has Miss Zhu taken them under her wing? Are you planning to take care of them in the future?”

Ming Jing laughed. “Yes, indeed. Our master has passed away. As their senior, it is naturally my responsibility to take care of them.”

Li Jiaojiao sneered. “You’re such a saint. I don’t know what to say about you.”

Her gaze sliced across the faces of the three girls as if they were blood-sapping locusts.

As Ming Jing led them away, Li Jiaojiao shit-talked. “Did you see Zhu

Xiangxiang’s face? She’s green with envy. So satisfying.”

Gao Jia shook her head. “I can’t imagine what life’s like for the Zhus now. Buy one, bring three for free. No, wait, it’s get four for free. It’s worst for the Zhus.”

Li Jiaojiao turned to the silent Zhao Qin. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird since I saw you today. Are you daydreaming? Got dumped?” Zhao Qin glared at her. “You just got dumped.”

Li Jiaojiao’s gaze landed on the scarf around her neck. “It’s the middle of summer and von’re wearing a scarf- Are von sick or something?

Zhao Qin coughed, subconsciously touching her neck. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Li Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes. “Definitely something going on. Spit it out.”

Zhao Qin pursed her lips. “What if, I mean IF, a man almost kills you, and you wish nothing more than to tear him apart, but you dream about him every night, nightmares… Why would that be?”

Li Jiaojiao looked at her with a strange expression. “Is he handsome?” Zhao Qin thought for a moment. “Not sure, but he should be… probably?”

“Is he rich?”

Zhao Qin shook her head. “Should be… I guess? “You’re done for.” Zhao Qin’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Stockholm Syndrome.”

Ming Jing asked the waiter to arrange a private room and let the three of them order whatever they wanted from the menu.

Although they grew up in the mountains, they were raised by Ming Jing, unknowingly assimilating with her lifestyle and demeanor. Their calm composure at a young age made quite an impression.

So, faced with an array of delicious food, they didn’t lose their poise. They simply chose what they liked and didn’t overdo it.

Halfway through the meal, Ming Jing was full. She put down her chopsticks and stood up: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Ming Chen immediately jumped down from her seat and grabbed Ming Jing’s hand: “I’ll go with you, Ming Jing.”

Once the two left, the private room immediately quieted down.

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at the two identical faces across the table, “Did you like the meal? If you’re still hungry, we can ask the waiter to bring more food.”

Ming Ti smiled: “We’re not pigs. We can’t eat that much. But you… you’re so thin that you don’t have a double chin. You should eat more.”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face darkened. This girl’s words were sharp, mocking her for having a double chin.

Stress recently had Zhu Xiangxiang reaching for comfort food, and she could indeed feel herself gaining weight.

The girl’s comments felt like a direct attack.

“Is every monk as biting and sharp-tongued as you are? You don’t have the composed temperament at all.”

Ming Ti replied with a naive, innocent look: “We’ve reverted to secular life. We’re just ordinary people now, not disciples of Buddha. But you… if you hadn’t been fortunate to be taken in by the Zhus, you would have been our senior sister. We would have lived a quiet life of bells and simple food in the mountain. Surely, we wouldn’t have double chins then.”

“You…” Zhu Xiangxiang found herself unable to win against the nine-year-old girl.

“You look pale. Are you feeling unwell? My elder sister is great at medicine, why don’t we have her to take your pulse later? Apart from incurable diseases, she can treat any complicated conditions. ”

Zhu Xiangxiang slammed down her chopsticks. She had suffered enough at the Zhu’s house. Why should she tolerate these two brats? “Shut up! You two are as abhorrent as your sister.”

Birds of a feather flock together.

Ming Ti’s eyes turned cold. She stared at Zhu Xiangxiang, who somehow felt a chill run down her spine. Ming Jing terrified her, but why should she fear a nine-year-old brat?

“My sister is the best person in the world, and I won’t allow you to insult her.”

Ming Chen, unable to speak, could only nod and send angry glares at Zhu

Xiangxiang. “You can’t speak ill of our sister!”

I am a Zhu? I was the leading lady of the Zhus before your elder sister arrived.”

Ming Ti curved her lips: “Oh, now it seems that you are the one who needs to mind her manners, Miss Zhu.”

Ming Jing led Ming Chen out of the bathroom. Ming Chen, tiptoeing and failing to find the faucet handle, was turning red with frustration.

Ming Jing laughed: “The faucet works on a sensor. Just put your hands under it, and the water will come out automatically.”

Ming Chen did as told and water began to flow. She giggled, “That’s advanced.”

Ming Jing then looked up to see Zhou Qin in the mirror.

She quietly kept her emotions hidden in her gaze.

Zhou Qin was still pondering over Li Jiaojiao’s words. Stockholm Syndrome?

Isn’t that just masochism?

She was joking. That brat… she’d definitely skin him next time she saw him.

Engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Ming Jing until she passed by her. Only then did she smell a light, refreshing scent.

Zhou Qin stopped abruptly.

She turned her head and saw Ming Jing.

She looked down, disappointed.

She suddenly splashed some water on her face. What was she thinking?

She must be going crazy..