From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“That’s Elder Theodore Shelby, I don’t know the woman next to him, but I heard she’s from Jingdu; those young ladies are Ming Jing’s juniors; that’s Madam Jiang; in the yellow dress is Ming Jing’s close friend Tao Xingxing; the one in the gray dress is Granny Zhu; and then there are Madam Zhu and Mr. Zhu….”

Song Yinzhang whispered to Qu Feitai, introducing the people in the front row, who were basically Ming Jing’s close friends and family.

Qu Feitai nodded, making a mental note of each person.

Ming Chen took a photo of the scene with his phone and posted it on Weibo, captioning it: Must win! [Go!]

Now, the hottest topic online is the Jiangzhou Horse Race, and various forums are also placing bets. Although Ming Jing is famous, her winning the horse race is not convincing enough.

Ming Chen often spent time on Weibo and had gained a small group of fans. Once he posted the photo, people recognized it as the VIP stands of the Jiangzhou West Suburb Racecourse and started praising it in the comments section.

Ming Chen curved his lips, turned his head to look at the sizeable audience behind him, and proudly thought that these people had come for his sister. He didn’t mind at all.

Suddenly, Ming Chen’s gaze paused at someone in the second row, and the more he looked, the more familiar the person seemed.

He turned his head, thought something was strange, then turned to look again.

Unable to believe his eyes, he pointed at that person and muttered, “You… you are…”

Qu Feitai immediately raised his index finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

He took off his sunglasses, winked at her, then quickly put them back on.

Ming Chen’s face broke into a big smile, and he turned away, excited.

Ming Ti glanced at her: “What are you so excited about?”

Ming Chen shook her head with a smile: “The secret cannot be revealed.”

Ming Ti hummed: “Pretentious.”

There were quite a few people who came to watch the race today. Jiang Jinchen, Charles Gao, Gao Jia, Ye Lan, Li Qingyao, Li Jiaojiao, Sun Qingqing, Ran Tenghui, Liu Yaxin, Liu Yuerong, Peng Jie, Madam Shen, Madam Ye, Madam Li, and Madam Gao.

“I had no idea Ming Jing was so good at horse riding. It’s really surprising,” Sun Qingqing exclaimed.

Li Jiaojiao snorted, “It’s just hyped up. She is now a national goddess and Jiangzhou’s number one socialite. Everyone gives in to Shen Zhou, so they can’t help but support her.”

The bitterness in her tone was apparent.

Gao Jia said, “The so-called horse race is just a game of capital. Ming Jing is nothing more than a tool being manipulated by capital.”

Charles Gao scoffed, “Don’t use a term you’ve just learned recklessly. Do you even know what capital means? Still talking about being manipulated by capital. Just keep quiet, revealing your ignorance the moment you open your mouth.”

Gao Jia angrily said, “Charles, what do you mean?”

Charles Gao spoke loudly, “This year’s horse race is jointly organized by the Jiangzhou government and the race club. In your eyes, it might be just an ordinary sport, but it’s an important means to boost Jiangzhou’s economy and improve its GDP, and even plays a significant role in promoting Jiangzhou’s tourism industry. The charity fund jointly launched by Ming Jing and the race club is beneficial to the country and the people. Forget it, explaining all this to you won’t help since you won’t understand—an wasted effort to try to enlighten you.”

Gao Jia curled her lips, “If Ming Jing can win the championship, I’ll believe you. If she doesn’t, all these spectators who came for her will be very disappointed. It’s hard to live up to her great reputation, she is just using her fame to create a goddess persona, marketing herself online as a celebrity. I guess all the money went to hiring an online team.”

Jiang Jinchen glanced at Gao Jia, whose face stiffened before quickly turning away.

“The race is starting; let’s focus on the race,” Jiang Jinchen said coldly, and no one spoke again.

At this time, the race had officially begun.

According to international rules, both Ming Jing’s and Violent Wind’s ages do not meet the requirements to participate, but this race is just a local event in Jiangzhou for self-entertainment, and the rules are flexible.

This is Ming Jing’s first year participating in the horse race. Cross-country, showjumping, and dressage all require long-term practice and cooperation with the horse. Without experience, it’s impossible to participate in these events. However, Ming Jing signed up for all of them, which is the main reason why people don’t trust her.

According to reliable sources, Ming Jing and Violent Wind have only trained together for a month, which is not even enough for them to bond.