From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Something flashed through Zheng Qing’s mind and she suddenly began to scrutinize Ming Jing’s facial features as if she was trying to find something in them.

“Jiang Yu was the tallest among all the girls in our group. She herself said that she had overpassed 1.7 meters when she was just ten. She used to joke that her biological parents must have been basketball players, and that her towering height made it difficult to find a boyfriend,”

Ming Jing sighed sorrowfully.

“Given our identities, we are destined not to show our real faces to the world. Only a few have seen her true appearance , and I am one of them,” she continued.

Examining her beautiful reflection in the mirror, the familiar feeling she experienced upon their first meeting finally had a plausible explanation.

“Twelve years ago, she came to Jiangzhou.” “So what does this prove?”

“It proves that you are Jiang Yu’s daughter.”

Ming Jing froze for a moment, then laughed while tears sprang to her eyes.

With a frown, Zheng Qing asked, “You returned under the identity of the true Zhu’s daughter, found me…you’re seeking revenge for your mother, aren’t you?”

“You came to the right person. Of all the people in the world, only I would help you,” Zheng Qing confidently stated.

Ming Jing neither confirmed nor denied it, instead she said, “I’ve been out for too long. It’s time I return. Contact me once you find a place to settle down after you leave here.” She then turned and left.

“Ming Jing.” Zheng Qing hesitated for a beat.

“May I call you that? A Yu and I were good friends, you can just call me Aunt Qing. You’re smarter than your mother, I’m sure you can avenge her,” said Zheng Qing.

Ming Jing paused her steps but didn’t turn around, thus Zheng Qing didn’t catch the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

After lunch, it was close to half past two in the afternoon.

Tao Xingxing texted her, suggesting they meet at the front gate of Huaqiang Square.

Ming Jing parted ways with the other three. Bai Ziyan insisted on accompanying her, but Ming Jing firmly rejected him.

Ming Jing took a cab to Huaqiang Square. The journey took an hour, and she arrived right at half past four.

Tao Xingxing texted her saying there was a bit of a traffic jam. She asked Ming Jing to wait for her briefly.

The square was lively on a Sunday. The cooling spray from the musical fountain, people in clumsy puppet costumes handing out leaflets, hordes of kids running around, and the hustle and bustle of the crowd made it an exceptionally lively scene.

At that moment, a group of fashionably dressed girls passed in front of Ming Jing. They were flamboyantly dressed, sporting bare belly buttons and thighs, hair dyed in dazzling colors, and faces heavy with makeup, radiating youthful vitality.

They laughed and joked without a care for the strange looks they received from the surrounding crowd.

The leader of the group, a girl with smoky eye makeup, glanced at Ming Jing as she passed, squinting subconsciously.

Not only her, nearly everyone who passed by would take a look at Ming Jing. She stood still, yet was captivating enough to draw people’s attention.

“Liu Shengnan, what are you looking at?”

Another girl, her hair bound up in dreadlocks, followed the gaze and sneered when she saw Ming Jing. “She really knows how to put on a show, she looks like a goody-two-shoes.”

“How do you know she’s not a tease? Haha.”

“What do you know! Teasing girls usually don’t look too good. They just string men along with sweet nothings. But goody-two-shoes definitely rank higher. They’re really good at acting weak and pitiful.”

The girls raised their voices on purpose, cackling and giggling as they walked into the mall.

Soon enough, Tao Xingxing panted her way over to Ming Jing, and bent over, hands on her knees, catching her breath. “Sorry to keep you waiting. There was an accident en route, causing a traffic jam.”

Ming Jing pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Tao Xingxing to wipe off the sweat from her forehead. “It wasn’t long. Let’s go in.”

Tao Xingxing happily linked arms with Ming Jing and said, “You’re so kind,

Ming Jing. Let’s go shopping first. I want to buy a skirt.”

The mall was filled with fashion brand stores from the first to fifth floor. It was Ming Jing’s first time accompanying someone on a shopping spree, and the myriad of clothes made her eyes dazzle.

Finally, in a fashion store on the third floor, Tao Xingxing set her eyes on a bold blue dress. The dress, which revealed more than half of the wearer’s back and a large part of the collarbone, was very sexy. Tao Xingxing fell for it at once; she had never worn this style of clothing before, and thought that a change of style might be fun.

Just as she was about to ask the shop assistant to fetch it for her to try on, a hand suddenly reached out and took the dress before her.

Turning her head, Tao Xingxing saw a delinquent girl with a messy bun, smoky makeup, and a midriff shirt.

“Don’t you know the concept of ‘first come, first served?” Tao Xingxing reached out to snatch back the dress.

The girl gave a cold laugh. “Is your name written on the dress? Whoever gets it, gets it..”