From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 387: 178 Beginning (part 2)_3

Madam Zhou also had mixed feelings: “It’s still a life, after all.”

“Should we tell Madam?” Xiao Ying asked.

Just as Madam Zhou was hesitating, she looked up and saw Ming Jing. Ming Jing was holding a cup of water, quietly standing at the kitchen door, not knowing how much she had heard.

“Miss.” Madam Zhou and Xiao Ying called out respectfully.

Ming Jing walked in, poured a glass of warm water, took a sip and asked, “Xiao Ying, was everything you just said true?”

Xiao Ying stuck out her tongue, not expecting that her low voice had been heard by the young lady. “Of course it’s true. I just heard it at the entrance of the neighborhood. Zhao Xiaohui knelt down and begged her, and that’s her own brother. I didn’t expect Zhu Xiangxiang to have no compassion at all. It’s just a bone marrow donation, not a liver or kidney donation. Is she ignorant or heartless?” Xiao Ying curled her lips.

After thinking for a while, Ming Jing said, “Xiao Ying, come with me.”

Xiao Ying glanced at Madam Zhou, and seeing her nod, immediately followed her cheerfully.

With red-rimmed eyes, Xiao Ying walked out of Ming Jing’s room. Madam Zhou immediately pulled her aside and asked softly, “What did the young lady want you to do?”

Xiao Ying spread out her palm, revealing a bank card.

“The young lady asked me to go to the hospital to visit Zhao Xiaohui’s son and pay the hospital bills for her.”

“Zhu Xiangxiang doesn’t even care about her own mother, but the young lady takes it so seriously. Our young lady is so kind-hearted that Zhu Xiangxiang can’t even compare to a single hair of hers.”

Madam Zhou sighed: “I’ve always said that our young lady is compassionate and will be blessed.”

“The young lady said that the child is innocent, and saving a life is better than anything… “? Xiao Ying scratched her head in confusion.

Madam Zhou glared at her, “You’re so stupid. It’s called ‘saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.’”

“Yes, that’s what the young lady said.” Xiao Ying’s face was full of admiration, “Our young lady is the most beautiful and kind-hearted person in the world, no one can compare.”

“Stop talking nonsense and just go do as the young lady instructed.”

Xiao Ying asked: “Madam Zhou, should we tell Madam about this?”

Madam Zhou thought for a moment and shook her head: “Madam doesn’t have a good impression of that family. Telling her might cause trouble. It’s better to do less than to do more in front of others.”

Xiao Ying rushed out into the rain.

Madam Zhou glanced at the second floor and walked into Granny Zhu’s room.

A moment later, Granny Zhu shook her head: “This child, she’s ruined.”

“I can understand how Lin Qing is thinking. Without a husband, she can only put her love on her child. This kind of dependent emotion will eventually harm both her and the child. Ming Jing’s goodness, she can’t see. From beginning to end, she’s shallow. Let her make trouble, Ming Jing is clear-headed and will cover for her.”

Madam Zhou said: “Madam is blinded by the situation.”

Granny Zhu snorted: “She’s not blinded at all. She and Zhu Xiangxiang are like peas in a pod, using each other. Just wait and see.”

Ming Jing sat in front of the Buddha statue, with sandalwood incense wafting around her. In the quiet room, only the soft friction of the prayer beads brushing against her skin could be heard.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the rain was pouring, and the wind was roaring fiercely, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

After an unknown period, the ringing of her cell phone broke the silence.

Ming Jing opened her eyes.

“The child may not be able to wait much longer. There are many patients waiting for donations in the bone marrow bank. If we want to save time, we can only go through the black market, but the cost is quite high.”

“For a life, it’s worth everything. You can use my account.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “Ming Jing, he’s Zhu Xiangxiang’s brother. Why do you care about these things that are thankless?”

“His name is Deng Yang, 12 years old. Before he is someone else’s brother, he is himself.”

“Buddha has mercy on all beings, wishing people to be free from suffering and enjoy happiness.”

“I admire you.”

Just as Zheng Qing was about to hang up the phone, the gentle whisper of the young girl came through: “Qingqing, thank you.”

Zheng Qing rolled her eyes: “Just consider that I am accumulating good deeds with you, Miss. I should thank you for hoping for a better life in my next life, and not having such a *&^% life.”

She hung up the phone after saying that.

Ming Jing stared into the eyes of the Buddha statue and murmured, “Can Bodhisattva forgive your disciple?”

She looked at her open palm, delicate and slender, fragile and boneless.

There was no turning back on this path.

“Ah…!” Zhu Xiangxiang exclaimed, waking up from the nightmare.

Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the deep horror in her pupils.

She dreamed that Deng Yang died and turned into a ghost, haunting her day and night, crying and questioning why she didn’t save him.

In the dream, Deng Yang had no face, and thinking about it now scared her into a cold sweat.

Zhu Xiangxiang hid trembling under the covers, holding her head – no, she wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t wrong!

In a daze, she dreamed that someone was sticking a tube in her, and she screamed, pushing them away, “Get away, don’t touch me…!”

Opening her eyes, it was the family doctor.

Zhu Xiangxiang realized she wasn’t in the hospital and that it wasn’t a nurse taking her bone marrow, so she breathed a sigh of relief, her body soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Qing scolded: “You foolish child, you didn’t even know you had a fever. You must have gotten caught in the rain last night. Your fever is up to 39 degrees. If you had discovered it any later, your brain would have been fried. The doctor just gave you a shot to reduce the fever, and I asked your teacher for a leave. You should rest at home for a few days.”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s voice was tearful, “Mom, I… I feel so terrible.”

Lin Qing gently patted the quilt, whispering: “If you feel terrible, it also makes me feel terrible. What did Zhao Xiaohui do to you in the end? You were fine, but now look at you. Don’t associate with her anymore in the future.”

After giving Zhu Xiangxiang medicine, Lin Qing sent the doctor away.

After a night of rain, the sky was clear and blue, and the air was filled with the freshness of grass and raindrops.

Ming Jing walked into the school gate, stepping on fallen leaves. Zhao Qin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, patting Ming Jing on the shoulder: “What a coincidence.”

Suddenly, Zhao Qin’s eyes narrowed.

Faint strands of sandalwood entered her nostrils, which were much stronger than the scent she had smelled before.

She stared deeply at the young girl walking beside her. The bright morning sun fell on the girl’s eyebrows and