From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

These two girls were taking a long time. Ming Jing frowned.

“You eat first. I’ll go look for them.”

Qu Feitai wanted to say “let me go”, but when he thought of his own identity, he helplessly sighed.

This identity is such a burden.

Ming Jing had just stood up when she saw Ming Chen and Ming Ti walking over.

Ming Chen was desperately trying to signal her, but Ming Jing stood still, looking at the two figures behind Ming Chen and Ming Ti.

Both were familiar faces.

“Ms. Zhu, today you have to owe me a favor.” Before the person arrived, Zhao Qin’s voice was like her, unrestrained and passionate, like a ball of fire burning towards her.

It was not easy to make Zhu Mingjing owe someone a favor.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qin’s smile on her face grew even wider.

It was really worth coming out today.

“Ms. Zhao.” A young girl in a white dress stood under the dim lantern light.

Her face was as beautiful as a lotus flower, with the otherworldliness of a quiet orchid in an empty valley.

Her skirt fluttered, as if she wanted to ride the wind and return to the sky in the next second.

Standing quietly, not contaminated by a single dust of the mundane world, even the air around her seemed to become gentler and cleaner.

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes.

This was the recently famous Ms. Zhu of Jiangzhou. Her appearance and temperament were very deceptive. At first glance, she was an immortal who did not eat the fireworks of the world, pure, compassionate and gentle.

A beautiful face.

As he took a step closer, the pair of pitch -black eyes reflected the approaching figure, whether it was raging undercurrents or ancient abyss beneath the surface calm, was unknown.

“Ming Jing.” Ming Chen and Ming Ti rushed over, holding Ming Jing one on the left and one on the right, their little heads buried in her waist, like tired birds returning to their nest.

Ming Jing’s expression was gentle as she gently patted their backs, softly asking, “What happened?”

Ming Chen told her everything, and then looked back at Zhao Qin, “It was this sister who helped us vent our anger and drove away the bad woman.”

Zhao Qin smiled, “It was nothing more than a helping hand, but since I helped your sister out, does Ms. Zhu owe me a favor?”

Some people even demanded favors.

Ming Jing smiled faintly, “Thank you, Ms. Zhao, for your helping hand. Ming Jing is very grateful.”

“If you’re grateful, why not invite me to a meal? I’m a bit hungry after all this activity.”

“Some other day, I will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you. It’s just that today’s a bit inconvenient…”

“Inconvenient? I think it’s very convenient. If you have guests, just make do with a table together. It’s more lively with more people. Just introduce me to your friend and get me to know her. I love making friends.”

Ming Chen sneaked in and whispered to Qu Feitai, who was listening to the outside movement with his ears erect, “Brother Qu, you’d better run. There’s a bad woman outside and she’s insisting on eating with Ming Jing. She must be after you. If she finds out your identity, it’ll be terrible.”

Qu Feitai looked at the worried little girl in front of him and shook his head with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m not unsightly. The more you cover up, the more curious people become. Maybe when she sees me, she’ll lose interest and leave.”

“Brother Qu, how can you have no self-awareness about your charm? When she sees you, she’ll definitely like you. There isn’t a girl in this world who doesn’t like you.”

Except for your Ming Jing, Qu Feitai added silently.

Qu Feitai coughed and said, “Ming Jing, let them in.”

Ming Jing initially refused to let them in because of Qu Feitai’s identity, but now that the person involved agreed, she stopped refusing.

Zhao Qin narrowed her eyes, a young man’s voice.

Zhu Ming Jing appeared to be untainted, but she had unexpectedly started dating men behind her back.

Zhao Qin glanced at the silent Ran Tengxiao, her eyes gleeful.

Cousin, their beloved flower has an owner now, you were too slow.

Ran Tengxiao couldn’t be bothered to respond to her and walked in. As he passed Ming Jing, he smiled faintly, “Ms. Zhu, I’ve long heard of your great name.”

In his eyes, the girl’s thick eyelashes drooped down her eyelids, sweeping over her serene face, her skin whiter than snow.

“Mr. Ran is too polite.”

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow, “Ms. Zhu knows me?”

It seemed like he wanted to see something from her expression. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. He had never seen someone so good at controlling their emotions. Not even the elderly. who had experienced ups and downs. could do

it, yet she was only sixteen years old.

“Mr. Ran’s fame is well known in Jiangzhou.”

Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips playfully, “I didn’t know I was so famous.

Notorious, maybe..”