From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Ming Jing looked at her quietly. At this point, Han Suwen had already gone downstairs. Ming Jing calmly instructed, “Pack Miss Xiangxiang’s clothes.

Since she wants to leave the Zhu household, let’s fulfill her wish. While Zhu Wentao is still around, there’s still time to catch up with him.”

Having received the instruction, Han Suwen immediately went upstairs.

Zhu Xiangxiang angrily said, “How dare you! This is my home too. What right do you have to drive me away?”

Ming Jing twirled the Buddhist beads on her fingertips while standing under the light, exuding the air of a holy and inviolable Buddha statue.

“I warned you, but you still did it.”

“He is your biological father, locking him out is not appropriate. Do you know what people outside will say about you?”

Ming Jing laughed indifferently, “I have never cared about the opinions of outsiders. I only know that he is a scumbag who abandoned his wife and child and is not worthy of my respect.”

“As for you, since your heart is not here, don’t force yourself.”

Zhu Xiangxiang stomped her foot in anger. Where could she go if she left the Zhus? Zhu Wentao, a cold -hearted man, didn’t even care about his own daughter, let alone a foster daughter with no blood ties.

Han Suwen quickly went downstairs with a suitcase, “Miss Xiangxiang, please.”

Her goal hadn’t been achieved yet. How could she leave? Zhu Xiangxiang gritted her teeth, “Ming Jing, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time; I will never side with my father again.”

In ancient times, Goujian slept on brushwood and tasted gall; now, she, Zhu Xiangxiang, conspired to skin the tiger.

Revenge is a dish best served cold; even ten years later is not too late.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked up, only to see Ming Jing’s eyes fixed on her, causing a chill to run up her spine and making her somewhat frightened.

Ming Jing saw the man named Qingqing approaching. Zhu Xiangxiang instinctively took a step back. This man was Zhu Mingjing’s driver who had dragged Zhu Wentao out of the house like a dog, completely devoid of dignity.

Qingqing walked towards her step by step; fear made Zhu Xiangxiang pale, “Don’t… don’t come any closer!”

Zheng Qing touched his nose. Was she really that scary looking?

Zhu Xiangxiang hid behind Ming Jing and said in a trembling and miserable voice, “Ming Jing, I really know my mistake. Can you give me another chance, please?”

Ming Jing felt puzzled. Was this the famous socialite from back then? Where was her so-called socialite’s demeanor?

She thought that if Zhu Xiangxiang showed some backbone and at least stubbornly stuck to her ideas, she might have some respect for her. “Uncle Wen is getting older, and he can’t take care of the garden alone.” Zhu Xiangxiang realized immediately that there were conditions for her to stay.

Biting her teeth, she said, “I can learn, and I’ll help Uncle Wen manage the garden from now on.”

“Madam Zhou is also getting old, and she can’t handle the kitchen work all by herself. Wenwen needs to take care of the three children.”

Zhu Xiangxiang clenched her fists, “Fine, I can learn all that slowly.”

Asking a young lady like her to do such menial chores, you’re really capable.

But now, under someone else’s roof, she had to bow her head. One day, she would get everything back with interest.

Ming Jing glanced at Zheng Qing, ‘You should go rest.”

Zheng Qing grinned at Zhu Xiangxiang, scaring her out of her wits, before finally leaving nonchalantly.

Zhu Xiangxiang heaved a sigh of relief, knowing Ming Jing had agreed to let her stay.

Ming Jing held Ming Yi’s hand and turned to go upstairs. After walking two steps, she seemed to suddenly remember something and turned her head to look at Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood at a loss in the original spot, thinking she had done something wrong again.

“Mr. Shen said your acting skills are pretty good.”

As she finished speaking, she went upstairs. The figures of the tall and the small disappeared around the corner of the staircase.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood pale in place, feeling as if she were in an icehouse on a scorching summer day.

“Ming Jing, why did you keep her? She’s so mean,” asked Ming Yi innocently. Ming Jing laughed, “If you want to catch a big fish, you must first cast the bait.” “Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, but what do shrimp eat?”

“Shrimp eat Xiao Wu.”

“Ming Jing, you’re naughty!”

When Shen Zhou heard about this the next morning, he was worried that Zhu Wentao would cause trouble for Ming Jing, so he had someone keep an eye on Zhu Wentao secretly, not expecting the man to be so shameless.

Shen Ke relayed the story in the original words, not daring to look up.

As expected, Shen Zhou slammed the table in anger, “Zhu Wentao is a complete scumbag! What does he take me, Shen Zhou, for?”

Shen Zhou felt that this would not work in the long run, and that rumors would only get worse in the future.

Furrowing his brows in thought, he asked, “How are the preparations for the

Oasis Program press conference going?”