From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 101 - 101: 065 Descent (First Watch) 5

She looked up at the full moon in the sky.

The moon was still the same, but the person was no longer the same.

Three days blinked by.

Guo Yuangeng’s illness stabilized, and Ms. Ming Jing sent many herbs and cured his eyes, only then letting Yang Cuilan send the grandfather and grandson down the mountain.

As they were about to descend, the three kids were extremely excited, discussing packing their bags.

Yet what belongings did they have? Just two sets of washed-out clothes and faded shoes, nothing more than that.

Life in the mountains was tough, and these children, who should have been in the bloom of their youth, had restrained their natures and desires, enduring grinding loneliness.

Ming Jing made a call, and soon, two men came up the mountain, respectfully bowed to her: “Miss.”

Ming Xin ran behind Ming Jing, gripping the hem of her skirt nervously.

These two were hired to carry Ming Xin down the mountain. They covered her with a hood, Ming Jing closed the door, and hand-in-hand with Ming Xin, turned around to glance at the plaque.

Then, without looking back, she descended the mountain.

Lin Qing hadn’t expected Zhu Shaodan to be so stubborn this time, truly disappearing for half a month. When she sent someone to look for him, he seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

She was a bit worried, afraid the events of last time would recur and considered filing a police report if his whereabouts remained unknown.

At this time, Uncle Wen came in and said, ‘Madam, Ms. Ming Jing called. She said she wants to bring her juniors back to live for a while. She’s asking whether you would agree. If not, she will look for a place outside.”

Lin Qing frowned. There were several vacant rooms on the third floor, so it would just be adding a few people. Yet she felt uncomfortable. Was the Zhu’s residence supposed to become a nunnery?

“Is she planning to take all those liabilities on herself? This kid is really foolish, anyone else would’ve tried to shake them off.” Lin Qing felt a headache coming on. Was the child too kind-hearted?

Uncle Wen, who recently often went to the nunnery to deliver goods, quite liked the little girls. “Madam, miss’s juniors are all very sensible and obedient. When their master died, as their senior, it’s only natural that miss would take care of them. After all, these were all her own decisions.”

Lin Qing waved her hand irritably: “Let her be.”

After some thought, she suggested: “If arrangements for the children’s schooling need to be made, go ahead and arrange it.”

Uncle Wen chuckled, “Your kindness, madam, will surely be rewarded.”

Lin Qing rolled her eyes at him: “What sort of soup has Ming Jing been feeding you that you’re so biased towards her?”

Uncle Wen said: “Madam, after all this time we’ve spent together, don’t you know what kind of person Miss Ming Jing is? If she had abandoned her juniors, would you be pleased then?”

Lin Qing fell silent, then sighed deeply after a long while.

“Forget it, it’s all debt, and I’ll repay it slowly.”

The car stopped outside the Zhus’ gate, and Ming Jing led them inside. Ming Xin exclaimed, “What a big, beautiful house.”

Ming Ti shot her a glance: “Don’t behave like a country bumpkin who hasn’t seen the world. You’ll embarrass Senior. Embrace change calmly, understand?

Just maintain a poker face.”

Ming Xin nodded obediently: “I understand, Ming Ti.”

Taking the initiative, Ming Ti looked at Ming Jing; Ming Jing patted her head: “Don’t be too clever. Just be yourselves, whatever happens. Remember, your senior is always there for you, never be afraid. Stand tall and behave with dignity.”

Ming Ti wore an expression of someone soaking up a lesson.

Lin Qing, Granny Zhu, and Zhu Xiangxiang were waiting in the living room. It

wasn’t long before they saw Ming Jing leading three young girls into the room.

Two twins, aged around eight or nine, already exhibiting beauty in their young faces. Although identical, their temperaments differed sharply.

One was delicate and soft, shy and timid, resembling Lin Daiyu from Cao Xueqin’s writings, her lovesick demeanor too captivating to bear.

The other had clear, defiant eyes. She held her back straight and chin slightly lifted while walking, exhibiting quite impressive maturity for her age. It was rare for one so young to show such composure.

The twins were indeed two blossoming beauties, each unique in her own way.

The third girl appeared to be about five years old, with rosy cheeks and white teeth, cute and lovable, like a child from a new year painting. Her smile was so joyous it made people want to hold her and spoil her. She currently held Ming Jing’s hand, walking obediently by her side.

Granny Zhu, Lin Qing, and Zhu Xiangxiang were all stunned. They were expecting three dirty and ugly novice nuns, but unexpectedly, each of them was beautifully distinct.

So Ming Jing wasn’t an exception.

What kind of Feng Shui does this nunnery have, anyway!