From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Fu Xiang Zhai’s roast duck really lives up to its reputation.” Tao Xingxing covered her round belly, a satisfied expression on her face.

As the two walked out of Fu Xiang Zhai’s entrance, a thought seemed to cross Tao Xingxing’s mind, and her little face suddenly fell.

“I’m definitely going to gain five pounds when I weigh myself tomorrow morning, it’s over, it’s over…”

She glanced at Ming Jing beside her and snorted, “I treated you to roast duck, and all you did was drink water on the side. How could you resist such a delicious roast duck? No wonder you’re so thin; it’s not something ordinary people can accomplish.”

Ming Jing said, “I don’t have dinner to lose weight.”

“Then why?” Tao Xingxing suddenly remembered the rumor that Ming Jing had grown up in the Nunnery.

She felt a bit distressed, “But didn’t you return to lay life already? It’s okay to eat a little.”

Ming Jing smiled faintly, “I’ve developed this habit over the years, besides, the desires of the mouth and the stomach are endless.”

Tao Xingxing looked at her, suddenly feeling somewhat ashamed, and quickly smiled slightly.

“You’re really a fairy, feeling full just by drinking dew. I’m not the same, my goal is to taste all the delicious food in the world.”

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, “Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?”

“Who says I’m fat? I’m clearly plump. I have breasts and a buttocks. It’s the modern aesthetic that’s distorted. If I lived in the Tang Dynasty, even Yang Guifei would have to stand aside.”

Ming Jing smiled and nodded, “Confident women are the most beautiful.”

As the two walked out of the mall, it was already dark outside. Tao Xingxing asked, “Ming Jing, how are you getting home?”

“It’s still early, I’ll take the subway.”

“My mom is attending a social event nearby and will be here to pick me up soon. Why don’t I ask her to drive you home? It’s so late, there must be a lot of people on the subway.”

Ming Jing smiled and shook her head, “No need, it’s too far out of the way for you both.”

As they spoke, a black Audi stopped on the opposite side of the road, and the driver’s window slid down. An exquisite middle-aged woman waved at them frnn? ineidp

Tao Xingxing said to Ming Jing, “My mom’s here to pick me up. I’ll leave first. Send me a message when you get home.”

“Alright, you go ahead.”

Tao Xingxing waved her hand, crossed the traffic, and climbed into the back seat of the car.

The woman’s gaze seemed to pass through the surging traffic and boundless night, looking at Ming Jing.

She quickly raised the car window, started the car, and disappeared into the flow of traffic.

Ming Jing stood still for a while, feeling the breeze, and then slowly walked toward the subway entrance.

“Xingxing, is that your classmate?” Wu Jiaqi asked while driving.

Tao Xingxing’s fingers flew quickly over her phone screen, moving so gracefully. Without looking up, she said, “Yep, she’s the real heiress of the Zhu family.”

Wu Jiaqi was taken aback, “The real heiress of the Zhu family? Are you close to her?”

“Of course, Ming Jing is really outstanding. Last time, she ranked first in the monthly exam, and she’s great at fighting too. Today, while shopping, a girl bullied me, and Ming Jing stepped in. The girl left in a huff, it was so cool…” Mentioning Ming Jing, Tao Xingxing started chattering nonstop, even forgetting to play her game.

“Really? She’s quite an impressive child.”

“But why didn’t the Zhu family send a driver to pick her up this late?”

“Ah, don’t even mention it. Her parents are so biased, and only care about that fake heiress. But Ming Jing doesn’t seem to care.”

“Poor girl. Since she’s your good friend, invite her over for dinner when you have time. ”

The commercial area is bustling at night, with bright lights everywhere and people weaving in and out. It’s even more lively than during the day.

The faint sound of Erhu drifted through the air, out of place amidst the bustling city.

Ming Jing saw a crowd gathered around a square not far away, from which the sound of the Erhu came.

Ming Jing walked over, and around her, people were scattered in groups. A man in his seventies sat on the ground, eyes closed, playing the Erhu with abandon.

An open box in front of him held some scattered change: fifty-cent and one-yuan coins, as well as one-yuan and five-yuan bills.

Erquan Yingyue, it wasn’t Ming Jing’s first time hearing it. She had been to the National Grand Theater to listen to well-known artists perform it live. Though their skills were impeccable, their performances ultimately remained exquisite art pieces.

But this lonely old man, sitting on the street corner late at night—his technique might not be as exquisite, and he even made a few mistakes, but… Ming Jing looked around. Many people’s eyes were red, and one woman was even sobbing uncontrollably..