From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“No, brother, don’t get involved in this; you and Mr. Shen just sit back and watch.”

Shen Zhou froze, “That won’t work; it’s too dangerous for you.”

“If you want to help me, at least remove the trending news about me from the internet.”

However, given the widespread attention on the news at present, suppressing it isn’t going to be easy.

Nevertheless, with Shen Zhou’s capabilities, a simple phone call would suffice, letting the lower-level staff take care of it.

“Don’t go outside, there are journalists everywhere.” Number Eighteen tried to keep them from going.

Those media hounds with noses more sensitive than dogs had completely blocked the hospital entrance.

The current headlines were outrageously exaggerated – “Ming Jing injured in an attack and hospitalized, has the press conference turned into a condolences gathering?”

The unscrupulous media today knew no bounds when it came to getting attention.

“Follow me.” Han Ye led the way, explaining, “This is the employee passage of the hospital that leads to the family courtyard. Have your cars go in, and I’ll have someone meet you at the family courtyard entrance.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Ming Jing replied softly.

Han Ye glanced at her, “Remember to come back in three days for a dressing change.”

She had heard of this girl, but now seeing her in person was…truly beyond her imagination.

The group successfully left the hospital from the family courtyard. As they drove, Ming Jing finally managed to check her phone, finding dozens of missed calls from Zheng Qing, Ye Zhen, Lin Qingzhu, Qu Feitai, Charles Gao, Liu Muxue, Tao Xingxing, as well as Zhu Xiangxiang and Zhu Wentao.

Regardless of their sincerity, Ming Jing replied to each message to let them know she was safe.

Her first call was from Zheng Qing, who she answered as soon as she saw his missed call. Opening with, “Whichever shitty bastard did this, I’ll make them pay,” his voice was filled with cold anger.

This was the Zheng Qing she knew.

Ming Jing simply watched the scenery outside the car window and replied lightly, “I’m fine.”

“I knew it. You only share good news and never the bad. Are you injured? I’ll return immediately.”

“No need, you have more important things to do.”

Without much further conversation, Ming Jing hung up. Zheng Qing kicked over a garbage can in frustration.

Ye Zhen furrowed her brow, “Is Ming Jing injured?”

“Damn that fucking bastard; once I find out who did this, I’ll skin them alive.” Zheng Qing cursed with a dark tone.

Ye Zhen touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist, “Let’s go back to Jiangzhou now.”

After calming down a little, Zheng Qing looked at Ye Zhen. “Aren’t you going to continue filming?”

Ye Zhen shook her head, “I’m more worried about Ming Jing.”

Snorting, Zheng Qing said, “At least Ming Jing didn’t devote herself to you for nothing. She’s fine, so focus on filming. Wasting this opportunity would be the real betrayal of Ming Jing’s efforts.”

Ye Zhen gently pressed her lips together, “But…”

With a glare, Zheng Qing snapped, “Stop dawdling. I said Ming Jing is fine. Go do what you need to and stop adding to the chaos. What help can you provide by going back now anyway?”

So Ye Zhen left.

Reeling through his contacts, Zheng Qing muttered, “Wind on the Clouds, Wind on the Clouds… I’m going to see what’s so special about this novel that has you so captivated.”

Having stayed behind in Jingzhou, Zheng Qing’s main purpose was to negotiate the copyright of Wind on the Clouds and have a good talk with the original author.

“Xiao Wen, send me the contact information for the original author of Wind on the Clouds right now.”

Thinking that she could resolve the issue quickly and return to Jiangzhou, she didn’t want anything else to happen to Ming Jing while she was away.

Xiao Wen quickly flipped through the copyright contract signed with Xinghui Entertainment and found the author’s contact information.

Within moments, the contact information was forwarded to Zheng Qing by text message.

“Xiang Kui? Is that a pen name or their real name?” Zheng Qing rapidly dialed the number.

She wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible and get back home.

After three rings, the phone was answered by a gentle female voice.

“Miss Xiang Kui, right? I’m the person in charge of Unspeakable Entertainment Company. We’ve bought the film rights to your novel Wind on the Clouds and plan to make a movie out of it. Let’s meet up and discuss the copyright details.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment before the voice said, “Is the day after tomorrow okay?”

Feeling frustrated, Zheng Qing ran her fingers through her hair and responded, “Fine.”

“Great, I’ll see you at the Qingmu Café on Binhai Road at 3 p.m. the day after tomorrow.”

And with that, the line went dead.

With a deep breath, Zheng Qing resigned herself to waiting another two days.——

Ming Jing had just returned home when she received a call from Sun Xiaofeng.

The police worked efficiently this time.

“The culprit confessed to the crime and said he was instructed by Zhao Gan. He originally intended to harm you, but he panicked and attacked the wrong person.”

Zhao Gan is Ran Qing’s nephew, and indeed, the fire had burned towards the Rans’ family.

“Our officers are on their way to arrest Zhao Gan. Ms. Ming Jing, please come to the police station to complete some necessary paperwork if you have time.”

This case had attracted a lot of attention from the outside world and was considered a significant case. They wanted the suspects to be brought to justice and the case resolved satisfactorily.

It was unexpected that the trail led back to the Rans, and Sun Xiaofeng hadn’t foreseen this. However, orders from above stated that whoever the criminals were, no leniency should be given this time.

After all, the impact they caused was too severe.

Normally, progress updates on a case wouldn’t be provided to the parties involved before a case was resolved. However, since it was Mr. Shen, he made an exception and called to ask about the progress.

“I understand. Thank you, Officer Sun.”

After hanging up, Ming Jing put her phone aside and knelt on the meditation cushion.

In the faint scent of sandalwood, Buddha compassionately gazed at all sentient beings.

——

At the same time, at the Zhaos’ residence.

“Auntie, you must save me. I can’t go to jail. The police are on their way to my house right now.” Zhao Gan knelt at Ran Qing’s feet, crying pathetically.

Ran Qing kicked him away in annoyance: “Get lost, you useless troublemaker! I told you to keep an eye on her, but you were stupid enough to act in such a situation. What’s in your head, water? If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you.”

Zhao Gan rolled on the floor, quickly got up, and knelt again: “Auntie, you’re my only hope now because I was doing things for you. My words and actions represent your intentions.”

Ran Qing squinted: “Are you threatening me?”

“Auntie, we’re both in the same boat now. If I fall, do you really think you’ll be able to survive?”

Zhao Gan slowly stood up, the cowardice on his face having already vanished.

“You…!” Ran Qing covered her chest and sat down on the sofa.

“You coveted Ming Jing’s position as jockey club president, held a grudge against her, and asked me to ruin her press conference and give her a lesson she would never forget. Auntie, have you forgotten your own words?”

Zhao Gan didn’t care at all. If he went down, no one would be spared.

Ran Qing didn’t expect him to change so quickly, making her furious to the point of breaking out in rage. She pointed at him for a while without saying a word.

Ran Bowen loved horseback riding, and the jockey club was his creation while he was alive. The club was a private racecourse of sorts, and the business barely survived. After Ran Bowen passed away, the jockey club nearly closed down. It was only after Ran Tengxiao took over that the club was revived, expanding its influence through a horse race this year. Now, it was a valued asset.

Ran Qing wanted a piece of the action but was rejected by Ran Tengxiao.

Then, Ming Jing took the president’s position unexpectedly.

Ran Qing was furious, as she already disliked Ming Jing and now had her heart set on what Ming Jing had. She instructed Zhao Gan to watch Ming Jing’s every move, hoping to find an opportunity to teach her a lesson. She didn’t expect this fool to cause such a huge mess.

In front of so many dignitaries, he executed a sulfuric acid attack.

Unbelievable…

He was digging his own grave.

“Get out! Get as far away from me as you can! I never want to see you again.” Ran Qing shouted.

Zhao Gan turned and left.

“Come back.”

Zhao Gan smirked and walked back.

Upstairs, Zhao Qin watched the scene in the living room, her brow furrowed.

It was her mother’s idea after all.

Zhao Qin went downstairs, and Zhao Gan raised an eyebrow at her.

Zhao Qin glared at him in disgust. “Mother, the top priority now is to keep cousin’s support. He’s the only one who can smooth things over.”

Whenever Ran Qing thought of that terrifying person, her scalp tingled.

“He has unusual feelings for that bitch. This time, he might shake things up in Zhuque Hall and have a complete change of personnel.” Ran Qing felt sick just thinking about it and wished she could kill the foolish Zhao Gan.

“Mother, don’t fight with cousin.” Zhao Qin reminded her.

Ran Qing pursed her lips, “I’m going to the Rans’ house now.”

“I’ll come with you.” Zhao Qin took a couple of steps and looked back at Zhao Gan.

“You can’t go anywhere before we come back unless you want to go to jail.”