From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“I didn’t expect you to remember me, Junior.” Zhu Qianqian laughed.

“But you were a legendary figure in our school back then. It was an honor to even exchange a word with you.”

“I’m just an ordinary person. You could’ve just sent me an email for the information you needed, rather than making a trip in this hot weather.”

“It’s the least I can do to thank you for your help, Senior. I picked out this small gift, I hope you won’t mind.”

Zhu Xiangxiang pushed a bag towards her.

Zhu Qianqian immediately refused when she saw the logo on the bag: “No, this is too extravagant, I can’t accept it.”

“Senior, I’ve always wanted to thank you properly. Do you remember when I got a high fever and fainted during gym class in elementary school? You were the one who took me to the hospital. From then on, you became my hero, and I decided to apply for medical school because of you.”

Zhu Qianqian was surprised: “I don’t remember that!”

“You must have forgotten since you’ve helped so many people.” Zhu Xiangxiang took a sip of her coffee and continued, “In recent years, I’ve been studying traditional Chinese medicine on my own, and I’ve been debating whether to study Chinese or Western medicine in the future.”

“That’s amazing! You’re just a freshman in high school, and you’re already thinking about college? Junior, you’re even more determined than I was back then. ”

Zhu Xiangxiang smiled faintly: “I can’t help it, I’m passionate about it.”

Zhu Xiangxiang looked at Zhu Qianqian’s face and furrowed her brow slightly. Qianqian touched her own face: “What is it?”

“Senior, have you been experiencing acid reflux and stomach discomfort

lately?”

Zhu Qianqian was surprised: “How can you tell?”

Zhu Xiangxiang said: “Give me your hand, and I’ll take your pulse.”

Zhu Qianqian obediently handed her hand over.

Zhu Xiangxiang placed her hand gently on Zhu Qianqian’s pulse and closed her eyes, giving off an air of a worldly expert.

Zhu Xiangxiang opened her eyes and sighed.

Zhu Qianqian’s heart skipped a beat, and she anxiously asked: “I’m not going to fall seriously ill, am I?”

Zhu Xiangxiang shook her head with a smile: “No, it’s just spleen and kidney yang deficiency caused by an improper diet, as well as stagnant qi and blood congestion. If you take good care of yourself, you’ll be fine. Let me teach you a massage technique…”

Zhu Qianqian followed her instructions and massaged the acupoints on her hand. The acid reflux really did lessen significantly, and she couldn’t help but praise: ‘You’re really good at this, I can tell you’ve learned a lot about traditional Chinese medicine.”

Zhu Xiangxiang explained: “Actually, it’s because my grandma is not well, so I’ve been taking care of her and learning from experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.”

“You’re really filial.”

A trace of sadness flashed in Zhu Xiangxiang’s eyes, “”Being filial hasn’t helped much… ”

Zhu Qianqian suddenly remembered the recent scandal surrounding the true heiress of the Zhus and reassured, “Don’t worry, with your talents, you’ll definitely be very successful no matter where you go. They will eventually beg you to come back.”

Zhu Xiangxiang forced a smile: “Thank you, Senior. I’ll be fine. I’ll send you the prescription on WeChat later.”

“Oh, since you’re here, let me give you the information you wanted. These are my study notes from when I attended an advanced math class in high school. I’ve organized them a little, I hope they’ll be helpful to you.”

“Thank you so much, Senior. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime. And please, do accept the gift, or else I’ll feel guilty.”

Zhu Qianqian accepted it, considering her enthusiasm, and thought she’d find a way to make it up to her later.

“Senior, I have to go for registration this afternoon, so I’ll leave now. I’ll be in touch. ”

Zhu Qianqian watched Zhu Xiangxiang’s departing figure in a daze until a shadow fell across her and she looked up, startled enough to nearly fall out of her chair.

She immediately stood up respectfully: “Shen… Secretary Shen.”

Shen Ke glanced at the girl’s retreating figure and asked, ‘Who’s she?”

Zhu Qianqian was a bit confused but still honestly replied under Shen Ke’s imposing gaze: “She’s my junior, Zhu Xiangxiang.”

“Zhu Xiangxiang?” Shen Ke frowned.

As an ordinary employee in Shenzhou Group’s administration department, Zhu Qianqian had only been able to admire someone like Secretary Shen from afar, not even having the opportunity to talk to him. Even her immediate boss probably wasn’t qualified to chat with Shen Ke. Now, he was actually speaking with her, even though he was asking about someone else, Zhu Qianqian still felt extremely flattered.

Could it be that Shen Ke had taken an interest in Zhu Xiangxiang?

Given Zhu Xiangxiang’s background as a rich and elegant young woman from a prestigious family, and her status as the top socialite in Jiangzhou, it wouldn’t be surprising if Shen Ke was attracted to her..