From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Zhou Ling’s smile stiffened slightly; she knew this day would come, but she hadn’t expected it so soon. Zhu Xiangxiang was like rotten mud that couldn’t be propped up against a wall.

Zhu Wentao said solemnly, “Let’s meet another day, Mr. Fu. I suddenly remembered I have something to deal with.”

Fu Nansheng hurriedly waved his hand, understandingly saying, “Go on, now that we have Mr. Shen, our small investors won’t even enter Mr. Zhu’s sight.” Zhu Wentao didn’t care about the strange tone, and walked away quickly.

Lu Mi stared at the two retreating figures and said with a smile, “This Miss Zhu and Mr. Shen might not be the kind of relationship you think.” Fu Nansheng raised an eyebrow, “How can you tell?”

“Intuition.”

Lu Mi twirled the huge crystal ring on her finger, “I heard Mr. Zhu is going to divorce Madam Zhu. How close do you think this daughter could be to him? Not giving him a big slap is polite enough. Men, they are all the same.”

Fu Nansheng disagreed and said, “A wife is a wife, a daughter is a daughter.

You can’t generalize. Besides, she is his biological daughter.”

Lu Mi hooked her lips, “It seems Mr. Fu still doesn’t understand women. Especially this Miss Zhu, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Shen without changing her expression, do you think she’s a simple character?” Fu Nansheng chuckled, “Don’t worry, he’ll find a way.”

Lu Mi said nothing but waited. More troubles for Zhu Wentao would come later, and she had never been wrong about people.

“If Zhu Wentao gives you trouble, feel free to come to me,” said Shen Zhou’s gentle voice in the quiet darkness.

“I’ll solve it myself.”

Seeing this, Shen Zhou said no more and the two went their separate ways.

Just one minute after Ming Jing got in the car, her phone rang.

A strange call, she didn’t even need to guess who it was from.

Ming Jing had nothing to say to him and couldn’t be bothered with even pretending, so she directly blocked his number.

The world became quieter.

“Shen Zhou hasn’t been this easygoing in my view; he’s quite different with you,” said Zheng Qing glancing at the rearview mirror as Ming Jing once again refreshed his knowledge of her.

“We’re friends,” she replied.

If anyone else said this, they would have laughed, but Zheng Qing couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“To make friends with Shen Zhou, you’re really something,” he said.

Ming Jing didn’t like to talk much, but just look at her friends – Shen Zhou, Bai Ziyan, Jiang Jinchen, Charles Gao; each of them was not easy to deal with but all got along well with her. Even Li Jiaojiao and Zhao Qin, who were the hardest to please, didn’t dare to cross her.

This was also a kind of social skill.

Zhu Wentao discovered Ming Jing had blocked him and became furious. “That rebellious girl, she’s going to kill me.”

Zhou Ling comforted, “Don’t be hasty; it might not be what you think. Ming

Jing isn’t that kind of person.”

“Not that kind of person? You mean to say she’s friends with Shen Zhou? You believe that yourself? She’s been corrupted at such a young age, all thanks to her mother’s upbringing.”

Zhou Ling glanced at his expression, “Maybe you should ask Ming Jing what’s going on instead of unfairly accusing her…”.

With determination, Zhu Wentao returned to the Zhu’s residence, assuming he had leverage over Ming Jing and that his daughter should obey him.

“Just drop me off on the side of the road, I’ll take a taxi back myself,” said a pale Zhou Ling, as she gently placed her hand on her abdomen.

But Zhu Wentao didn’t feel at ease, “Come with me.”

Zhou Ling was surprised, “I can’t…”

Zhu Wentao held her hand, “Sooner or later, this day would come. Just consider it a rehearsal.”

Zhou Ling worriedly said, “This isn’t right… I heard Madam is not doing well recently, it’s better not to provoke her. I don’t mind waiting a few more days.”

“Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourself and our child.”

Zhou Ling blushed and lowered her head.

When Ming Jing arrived home, Ming Yi, Ming Ti, and Ming Chen were in the living room eating their favorite shrimp dumplings.

Seeing Ming Jing, Ming Yi rushed over excitedly, exclaiming, “Second Sister!”

Ming Jing picked her up, noticed some shrimp meat on the corner of her mouth, and gently wiped it off.

Ming Ti and Ming Chen looked up and saluted Second Sister at the same time.

Madam Zhou laughed, “Miss, you’re finally back. They’ve been talking about you the whole time.”

Han Suwen poured each of them tea, making Ming Jing a special cup of lily rose tea to help with sleep and ease the mind.

Ming Jing glanced at her, put Ming Yi down, and said to Madam Zhou and Han

Suwen, “You two go and rest, I’ll watch them..”