From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Yu Dawei and his wife have been childhood sweethearts. After many years of marriage without children, they still remain as loving as ever. Later, Madam Yu gave birth to a son named Yu Hang at the age of thirty-eight. According to his age, he should be eighteen years old this year. It is said that he has been studying abroad all these years. Yu Dawei has been protecting his son very well, and no one has ever seen him until now.

Han Yue never expected that the young man in front of her would actually be the son of Director Yu. Looking carefully, he resembled Yu Dawei quite a bit, and she had no doubt about it.

It really is like finding something without looking for it, effortlessly accomplished.

Han Yue pretended not to understand and said sorrowfully, “If you don’t like me, that’s fine. I know my place. But my sister, she is way more beautiful than Liang Yanran. I don’t know if you’re interested?”

This sentence indeed aroused the young man’s interest, “More beautiful than Liang Yanran? If you’re lying to me, I’ll make you regret it.” The young man threatened fiercely.

This young man appeared fierce on the outside but weak on the inside. It’s inevitable that he would develop such a character as a spoiled only child of Director Yu and his wife. Han Yue thought she shouldn’t stoop to the level of a kid like him.

Liang Xiaohong had been waiting for news for a long time but couldn’t sit still, so she came out. She saw Han Yue entangled with a young man in the corridor and immediately frowned.

She knew that anyone here could have an extraordinary background. After rolling in the cunning circles for years, she had developed a keen sense for such things, and this young man was evidently no ordinary person.

When she heard the young man’s words, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

People die like a lamp extinguished, so why would anyone mention Liang Yanran?

But in context, she could roughly guess what Han Yue and this young man were talking about.

Liang Xiaohong immediately put on a smiling face and walked over, “What happened? Young Master, I don’t know where my sister offended you, but I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold it against her.”

Han Yue whispered a few words in her ear.

Liang Xiaohong looked surprised but remained composed as she measured up the young man in front of her.

How could it be such a coincidence, finding a pillow while feeling sleepy?

She carefully observed him and saw that the young man was dressed in a low-key and luxurious outfit, with delicate and handsome features. He carried an air of elegance and nobility, like a rich young master from a wealthy family.

Liang Xiaohong nodded in satisfaction, confirming that he was indeed Yu Dawei’s son.

“She said there’s a woman even more beautiful than Liang Yanran? Where is she? How come I haven’t seen her?” The young man seemed a bit drunk, mumbling with unfocused eyes.

Han Yue pursed her lips, not daring to look at Liang Xiaohong.

Liang Xiaohong hated it when people mentioned Liang Yanran in front of her. It was one of her taboos.

Liang Yanran was once a symbol of beauty in the entertainment industry. Liang Xiaohong mentioned her casually without any deeper meaning.

Liang Xiaohong laughed and said, “Young Master, there are many people more beautiful than Liang Yanran. Tell me what type you like, and I’ll guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” As she spoke, Liang Xiaohong took the young man’s arm. Although he initially resisted, he seemed to give up upon thinking of the beautiful woman.

“Young Master, let’s go inside the private room and I’ll tell you slowly…” Liang Xiaohong smirked coldly as she led the young man. Men ruled by lust could hardly resist the temptation of a beautiful woman, whether young or old, pretty or ugly.

This young master Yu already had such a debauched side at a young age. It’s hard to tell whom he learned it from. But this was good, as having his weaknesses allowed her to control him better.

As Liang Xiaohong passed Han Yue, she gave her a signal. Han Yue understood and entered the next private room as soon as Liang Xiaohong and the young man were inside.

When she walked into the darkroom and saw the scene, she instinctively screamed, but before she could make a sound, she was knocked unconscious by a hand chop.Ming Jing furrowed her brows and looked over.

After Han Yue fell to the ground, a tall and straight young man appeared in the dim and hazy light, his handsome features seeming like a god descended from the heavens.

Ming Jing squinted her eyes: “How come you are here?”

She understood once she gave it a thought.

Qu Feitai took a step forward, observing the surroundings, his eyebrows furrowing enough to kill a fly.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

His fists tightened secretly; it was hard to imagine she faced such a dangerous situation unless he witnessed it himself.

If she hadn’t taken precautions, she would have fallen into someone’s meticulously designed trap today, the opponent’s scheming too malicious.

“Hmm, hmm…” At this moment, Zhu Xiangxiang on the waterbed had her hands tied and a towel stuffed in her mouth. She glared at Ming Jing with rage. When she saw Qu Feitai suddenly appear, she struggled violently, her eyes revealing a plea for help.

She thought she had everything under control, but she was too careless and ended up being counterattacked by Ming Jing.

A cautious person like Ming Jing would never have come alone.

Zhu Xiangxiang was surprised, angry, and regretful, repeatedly losing to Ming Jing, never learning her lesson.

Overwhelmed by the surprise, Zhu Xiangxiang forgot that Qu Feitai’s presence here was no accident, at least not for her sake.

So…

Seeing the young man’s cold eyes with a hint of murderous intent, it was like she got doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling Zhu Xiangxiang’s heart to the core.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked at her with pleading eyes, the most beautiful part of her body being these eyes that seemed as if they could speak.

Ming Jing understood her plea and shook her head, showing pity.

“I gave you one last chance just now, but alas, you didn’t understand.”

“There is no door to fortune or misfortune; it’s called upon ourselves. The consequences of good and evil follow us like shadows. Everyone has to bear the consequences of their own actions; no one can replace them. Understand?”

“Doing good brings rewards, doing evil brings disasters, harming others is harming oneself. The law of nature goes in cycles, and the retribution never fails.”

“Suffer the consequences of your own sins.”

Ming Jing no longer paid her any attention, turning around and walking to Han Yue’s side. She squatted down and pressed her fingers on Han Yue’s philtrum, slowly rousing her from unconsciousness.

A pocket watch suddenly dangled between Ming Jing’s fingers, falling right in front of Han Yue’s eyes. The watch swayed back and forth, and Han Yue’s eyes unconsciously followed its movement. Ming Jing’s voice chanted low incantations, starting off creepy and gradually becoming drowsy…

Qu Feitai suddenly snapped back to his senses, looking at Ming Jing in amazement. Was this hypnosis?

Han Yue looked at Ming Jing, her gaze respectful and her voice flat and straightforward, devoid of any emotion.

Ming Jing put away the pocket watch and gently patted her shoulder: “Go.”

Han Yue stood up and walked out.

From the outside, she looked like a normal person. However, upon closer examination, one could see that her eyes had more black than white in them, which was terrifying. But in this luxury place of lavish indulgence, there was no normal lighting.

Qu Feitai looked at her deeply: “Is this… hypnotism?”