From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“An ordinary person, not worth mentioning.”

Shiba didn’t believe her nonsense and became more vigilant in his heart. It was terrifying how well she knew about WT.

“It seems you haven’t figured out what I said last time yet.”

Shiba stared at her coldly: “What on earth do you want to do?”

“What do I want to do?” Ming Jing frowned, seeming somewhat puzzled.

“I want an answer… an answer that will put her soul to rest.”

Shiba was confused. Who was she? What answer?

The young girl looked into the distance, her expression somewhat difficult to describe, and Shiba’s cold heartstrings were gently touched.

He pursed his lips, asking, “Who is she?”

“A friend.”

“Is she dead?”

“Yes.”

“How did she die?”

The girl hooked her lips, her smile lighter than the clouds in the sky.

“She devoted her life to the organization but was silenced when her value was exhausted, dying a terrible death. If that’s the destiny of an assassin, would you accept it?” Ming Jing stared at him deeply, her eyes as unfathomable as two abysses, making it impossible for anyone to hide.

Shiba was taken aback, his eyes firm as he replied, “I won’t accept it. I control my own life.”

Ming Jing nodded with a smile: “That’s the answer I’m giving you.”

Shiba was deeply shaken, gazing at her intently.

Some things can be left unsaid.

“This is a path full of thorns, but this time, we will fight for freedom.” Ming Jing put down her teacup, the gentle clinking sound like a thunderclap in Shiba’s ears.

“To fight for freedom.” He muttered, his eyes gradually shifting from hesitating to determined, burning with an intense fire.

As an assassin, he had no choice, but this time, he had the chance to choose again.

Han Suwen stood outside the glass door and knocked. Ming Jing nodded.

Han Suwen opened the door and said, “Dinner is ready. This is… how should I address you, little brother?”

“My name is Shiba.”

Han Suwen chuckled, “Shiba, come and have dinner.”

Shiba glanced at Ming Jing, and Han Suwen smiled and said, “Missy never has dinner.”

Shiba was warmly pulled out by Han Suwen, who thoughtfully closed the door.

Ming Chen’s eyes lit up when she saw Shiba. “Wow, where did this handsome brother come from?”

Ming Chen excitedly rushed over, “Big brother, what’s your name?”

Facing a lively and cute little girl, Shiba was somewhat at a loss, scratching his head awkwardly, “I … my name is Shiba.”

“What a strange name, but I like it. Hehe, brother Shiba, please have a seat. Aunt Wen’s cooking is delicious.”

Ming Chen sat down beside Shiba, Ming Ti rolled his eyes at her, this girl was always prioritizing appearances.

Shiba looked at the delicious dishes on the table, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Brother Shiba, eat.” Ming Chen handed him a pair of chopsticks and placed a big chicken leg in his bowl, “Have a taste. It’s delicious.”

Shiba took a bite of the chicken leg, and his eyes immediately lit up. It was much better than the food he had in fast-food restaurants.

He ate voraciously, and Ming Yi covered her mouth, giggling, “Brother Shiba eats like a duck.”

Han Suwen chided, “One-One, that’s impolite to say to your brother.”

Ming Yi stuck out her tongue playfully, “Sorry, brother Shiba, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Shiba choked, Ming Chen handed him a glass of water, looking worried, “Brother Shiba, haven’t you ever had a full meal before?” She asked, frowning at his eating habits.

Shiba gulped down the water, feeling better and looked at Ming Chen. The little girl’s eyes were bright and innocent, full of warmth and enthusiasm.

“I’ve never had food this delicious before.”

His serious words made everyone chuckle.

Han Suwen said, “You must have suffered a lot in the past, looking skinny. From now on, Auntie will cook you many delicious meals to make up for it.”

Shiba was full. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Ming Chen, Ming Ti, Ming Yi, and Han Suwen, who sat across the table. Xiao Ying was cooking soup in the kitchen. They were adorable, enthusiastic, kind and friendly. None of them excluded him, and he felt a warmth and mundanity that he had never experienced before.

Not far away, on the open-air balcony, the sky gradually darkened, and the swaying shadows cast a solitary yet straight silhouette of the young girl.

Far away from worldly concerns, neither sorrowful nor joyful.

Once, he had lived like a walking corpse, not even knowing what living really meant.