From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered coldly.

Everyone in the world strives for gains, and all turmoil arises from the pursuit of profit.

If a person does not stand up for themselves, they will be punished by both heaven and earth.

What blood and familial ties? Only financial interests are the most dependable.

Three days had passed, and Zhu Wentao remained silent.

Zhu Xiangxiang had already understood his meaning; she just couldn’t put her pride aside.

Once she laid all the evidence in front of him, such great temptation would be irresistible to anyone.

She must strike decisively and make sure Ming Jing could never recover.

Apart from Zhao Xiaohui, there was another key witness, Ming Xin.

This person seemed to have evaporated from the earth, leaving no trace behind.

No matter, as long as she can prove Ming Jing is the fake heiress, the real one can disappear forever.

Zhu Xiangxiang had a guess; it was possible that Ming Jing had already killed to silence the truth, making her worries even more groundless.

“Detective Li, if I were you, I wouldn’t be hiding. With your cowardliness and fearfulness, you’ll never accomplish anything.”

An incredulous voice came from the phone: “What are you going to do? Are you crazy? That person is untouchable now!”

“My mother paid you a high salary to investigate, but you ended up conspiring with the scheming fake heiress, deceiving my mother and the Zhus. If we report this, how many years do you think you’ll be sentenced?”

“What… what do you want to do?”

“What do you think Ming Jing’s achievements are based on? The reputation and status of being the heiress of the Zhus. Without them, she’s nothing but a good-for-nothing bastard. Do you think Mr. Shen and Shen Zhou would still support her?”

“If you help me, the Zhus will no longer pursue your mistakes. It’s a win-win situation. Otherwise…”

Li Hong’s heart skipped a beat: “Why don’t the Zhus let bygones be bygones? Ming Jing is not the same as before.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Hong regretted it – he had forgotten the standpoints of the two opposing parties.

The real heiress and the fake ones were naturally on opposite sides, and neither of the two fake heiresses would back down.

Li Hong really didn’t want to get involved in the internal strife of the wealthy family. However, it was indeed his negligence that had caused the mistake. Now, once the truth is exposed, the Zhus would never let him off.

He didn’t know if the Zhus would let bygones be bygones, but this fake heiress would definitely not let go.

“Not the same as before? Isn’t everything she has a result of her scheming and plotting? I’ve been bearing the blame for her for so long, and she turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, harming the real heiress of the Zhus. How can we let bygones be bygones? Do you think we, the Zhus, are all blinded by greed? We just want the truth.”

Li Hong thought of Ming Jing, who was said to be a living Buddha, saving the suffering of the world with a merciful heart. Li Hong found it hard to believe that a person with such an ethereal appearance could harbor ambitious intentions…

Li Hong still found it hard to believe, even though he had painstakingly reviewed the case, now approaching the truth. He just couldn’t believe it.

He even brainwashed himself – she must have her reasons for doing what she did.

However, Zhu Xiangxiang was now pressing him relentlessly, leaving Li Hong feeling extremely annoyed. Helplessly, he asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Come with me to Siji Town.”

——

“The fever is gone.” Ming Jing pulled back her hand and raised the quilt a bit higher.

“You rest well, and I’ll come to see you another day.”

Carrying a thermos, Ming Jing left the ward without looking back.

“Brother Qu, I’m going back too. You take care and recover.”

Qu Feitai lay in bed, watching the two leave helplessly with a sigh.

Not long after, the door to the hospital room opened, and a figure rushed in. Before the person even got close, his loud voice arrived first.

“Xiao Fei… my poor Xiao Fei…”

Qu Feitai frowned with disdain, “Are you mourning? I’m not dead yet!”

Huang Chao wiped his tears and snot, “My poor Xiao Fei, how did you suddenly end up in the hospital? No, I need to take a photo to remember this moment by…”

Almost the instant the words fell, the camera was pointed at Qu Feitai. He must have prepared beforehand.

With a “click,” Qu Feitai’s weakness and scowling face were captured in the photo.

Qu Feitai kicked at him, “Are you asking for death?”

He inadvertently pulled at his wound, causing Qu Feitai to inhale sharply and silently retract his foot.

Huang Chao put on a sad face, “Xiao Fei, I came here as soon as I heard the news, dropping everything I was doing. How can you misunderstand me like this? It’s heartbreaking.”