From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Ming Jing squinted slightly, quietly watching him.

The man couldn’t help but raise his head, secretly winking at her and raising his voice, “Miss, please get in the car.”

Ming Jing bent down and got in.

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and drove away.

There was silence in the car.

After a while, Ming Jing said faintly, “Your disguise is pretty good.”

“Ah, I knew I couldn’t fool your eyes, pretending to be a man is exhausting.” The rough male voice just now instantly turned into a charming and brisk female voice, belonging to the driver.

“Why?” Ming Jing asked.

“You are A Yu’s daughter, so naturally, you are also my daughter. I will take good care of you from now on, and we will plan our revenge slowly together.” Ming Jing wanted to laugh; clever people are like this, only believing what they think.

But she couldn’t laugh, and instead sighed.

“Don’t you think it’s beneath you to be my driver?”

“When performing tasks in the past, I’ve even been a mistress, so this isn’t a humiliation at all. Protecting you is something I’m more than willing to do. A Yu would be overjoyed to know that you’re still alive and well.”

Her tone was very casual as she spoke and laughed.

“I used to joke with A Yu that if we both had children, we’d be in-laws. Now it’s come true; I have a son, and she has a daughter, but my son is too young, so he can only be your brother.”

Zheng Qing looked at the girl through the rearview mirror, her eyes curving into a smile. She had always had a cold demeanor, and this was almost the first time Zheng Qing had seen her smile.

Zheng Qing was stunned, thinking that the girl truly was A Yu’s daughter. She had the same little habit of smiling, just like A Yu, with an understated, demure charm.

“Is your current identity safe?”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t spent all these years for nothing. The highest realm of disguise is replacing someone; a person cannot completely disappear from the world, but if she becomes someone else, even the opposite sex, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack for those people.”

“However, due to time constraints, there are still some loose ends. I’ll handle them in the next few days.”

Zheng Qing glanced at the rearview mirror, “Can you tell me about your life before?”

There was one thing she didn’t understand: with Ming Jing’s young age, she seemed to know everything, as though A Yu had told her everything before dying. But back then, Ming Jing should still have been a baby, or maybe A Yu left some message? For example, recording all her stories to give to Ming Jing, so that when she grew up, she would discover everything and avenge her mother?

The year A Yu died, Zheng Qing was on an overseas assassination mission, so she wasn’t sure about the specifics. However, A Yu once had a lover, and she agreed to leave the organization for their sake, exchanging her final mission for a life together.

Zheng Qing wasn’t sure about the details, but she had some guesses.

She felt that all the mysteries were related to Ming Jing, and that there should be answers.

At lunch, Ming Jing had just eaten a few bites when a shadow fell in front of her, and a man sat down across from her.

The cafeteria was immediately abuzz, and countless pairs of eyes focused on them.

Ming Jing looked up. Jiang Jinchen opened a medicine bag and said to Ming

Jing, “Give me your hand.”

Ming Jing had already removed the gauze on her hand, and when Jiang Jinchen saw it, his brow was furrowed tightly enough to kill a fly.

He glanced at Ming Jing and didn’t say anything, making her feel pressured. Ming Jing pursed her lips, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

The wound had already scabbed over, the tender red scar on her delicate palm looking particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Jinchen carefully applied the medicine, blew on it gently, and once it dried, he decided not to wrap it in gauze again.

Tao Xingxing focused on her own thoughts, trying to minimize her presence while keeping her senses sharp to catch any gossip.

Jiang Jinchen applied the medicine and left. As soon as he left, the whole cafeteria erupted. Jiang Jinchen had always had a cold demeanor, not even sparing a glance at the school’s popular girls. Now, however, he was carefully applying medicine to a girl’s hand.

What did this mean?

Everyone wasn’t stupid. Some took pictures and posted them on the forum; some were jealous, glaring at Ming Jing, and some even started cursing in excitement.

Tao Xingxing blinked, “I always thought that Jiang liked Zhu Xiangxiang. It’s nice that he’s turned over a new leaf and remains a good love interest.”

After school, Tao Xingxing walked out of the school gate with Ming Jing. After an afternoon of fermenting, Ming Jing’s departure from school was the center of attention.

With countless pairs of eyes on her, Ming Jing got into a BMW car, leaving the girls full of sorrow and envy. They suddenly remembered that she was the rich heiress of the Zhus. Looking at their own old cars, they sighed.

After getting in the car, Ming Jing said, “Go to Nanjing Road.”

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows, and the car made a beautiful drift, turning onto another road..