From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Will Ming Jing come?

She’s so smart, will she see through her plan?

No, this is Jingzhou, not Jiangzhou. Here, no one can help her.

As long as she steps in here tonight, she will never be able to walk out with a clean conscience.

You claim to be pure and noble, how can you maintain that calm demeanor once you’ve been dragged through the mud? Let’s see.

As Zhu Xiangxiang thought this, someone pushed the door and walked in, and she immediately stood up.

“Ming Jing, I thought you wouldn’t come.” Zhu Xiangxiang looked at the girl who walked in, her white skirt as dazzling as ever.

Ming Jing walked in and asked, “Why choose this place for our meeting?”

Zhu Xiangxiang smiled, “A friend of mine is a senior member here. The service is good, private, and perfect for discussing business.”

Ming Jing nodded, walked over, and sat down after brushing her skirt.

“You said you were going to tell me about my background. There’s no one else here, so just say whatever you have to.”

Zhu Xiangxiang squinted her eyes, “Zhu Mingjing, no, you’re not even a Zhu. You can deceive others but not me. You’re not the real heiress of the Zhus.”

She stared intently at Ming Jing, only to see that the girl sat with her back straight, a calm smile on her face. Despite being exposed, she showed no panic, even making Zhu Xiangxiang feel slightly uneasy at the bottom of her heart.

“People accuse me of stealing your life, but you’re the one who is fake. Do you dare to admit it?”

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, looking at her with a smile.

That clear and bright gaze made Zhu Xiangxiang’s heart skip a beat.

Why can she still be so calm? What is she relying on?

Is it because she’s sure no one will ever find out?

This is just an appetizer. One day, she’ll expose her disguise in front of the whole world.

Ming Jing neither denied nor confirmed it.

She smiled and nodded, “Where’s the evidence?”

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered, “Evidence? You already knew about the private detective’s secret investigation at Jiyue Temple. Both you and Ming Xin fit the profile, so the detective stole strands of hair from both of you for testing. You cleverly swapped your hairs in advance. A masterful move.”

“Your reasoning is good, but it’s still just a guess. There’s no evidence.”

“What about Ming Xin? Where did you hide her? If I’m not mistaken, she’s the real heiress of the Zhus. All your juniors have gone down the mountain, but no one has ever seen Ming Xin. Did you hide her out of fear, or have you already silenced her for good?”

Zhu Xiangxiang stared fiercely at her.

“Did you ask me to come here tonight just to talk about this?” Ming Jing asked with a smile.

“You’ve become Shen Zhou’s sister, even if you’re a fake heiress it won’t affect anything. I’m not stupid, exposing your identity doesn’t benefit me; on the contrary, it might lead to a real heiress showing up to compete for motherly affection.”

“Zhu Mingjing, let’s cooperate.” Zhu Xiangxiang extended an olive branch.

To gain somebody’s favor, one must offer something first.

Ming Jing’s eyes sparkled, mysterious and brilliant.

Zhu Xiangxiang continued, “I won’t expose your identity; we’ll maintain a peaceful facade and stay out of each other’s way. I know you’re not interested in the Zhus’ affairs. As long as you let me settle down in the Zhu family, the secret will remain known only by us. If a third person finds out, may I never rest in peace.”

Zhu Xiangxiang poured two glasses of water, “I know you don’t drink, so we can use water as a substitute. Let’s swear with a toast.”

Zhu Xiangxiang handed one glass to Ming Jing.

Ming Jing didn’t take it, just looking at her quietly.

Those deep, dark eyes seemed to see through everything, leaving nowhere to hide.Zhu Xiangxiang’s hand gripping the water cup tightened, and she said insincerely, “Ming Jing, are you still afraid that I’ll drug your water? Fine, let me change it.”

She exchanged the two water cups and asked, “Is it okay now?”

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows and took the water cup.

The smile on Zhu Xiangxiang’s face deepened, “Ming Jing, actually, we can be good friends. It’s just that we are in different positions, bound to be adversaries. But now, I think we have the possibility of becoming friends.”

“I apologize for my past wrongs, and I want to thank you for saving my brother. I was too scared and too cowardly. I wasn’t a good daughter, nor a good sister. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”

There seemed to be a glimmer of tears in Zhu Xiangxiang’s eyes, a mixture of guilt and gratitude on her face.

A tear drop fell into the water, disappearing without causing a ripple.

“Buddha teaches compassion. I know you are very kind-hearted and soft-hearted. I used to be too selfish and frightened, and I did a lot of things that hurt you. I don’t dare to ask for your forgiveness. As long as we can live peacefully together in the future, I’ll be satisfied.”

Her emotions built up layer by layer, tears flowing at will. Her acting was really good.

Ming Jing held the water cup, the transparent glass reflected the girl’s delicate, slender fingers. The refraction of the water made her bones look slightly deformed, yet even more elegant and graceful.

“The Infinite Life Sutra says: Good and evil are repaid, and fortune follows misfortune; one’s fate is determined by oneself, and no one can replace it.”

The girl’s ethereal voice seemed to echo in the empty room, each word like a heavy mountain, weighing down on her heart.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s hand holding the water cup paused, almost spilling the water.

Feeling inexplicably panicked, her heart raced with unease.

“What…what are you talking about?” Zhu Xiangxiang asked, confused.

The girl opposite her wore a white dress, and the lotus flowers on its hem seemed to come to life, shining with an unattainable, sacred beauty.

The girl smiled faintly, “You have no Buddha nature.”

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered in her heart, not caring about becoming a nun. Always acting mysterious and unpredictable, who was she trying to scare?

Ming Jing shook her head helplessly, “This is your last chance.”

Unfortunately, she had no Buddha nature, and everything had already been determined.

Ming Jing lifted the water cup and took a small sip.

Zhu Xiangxiang smirked and lifted her water cup.

“It’s getting late. I should go back.” Ming Jing put down the water cup and stood up.

As soon as she stood up, her body swayed suddenly. She frowned at Zhu Xiangxiang, “You…”

Zhu Xiangxiang smiled, “I know you’re always on guard. Don’t worry, there’s nothing in this water cup. Just have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine…haha.”

Seeing Ming Jing faint on the sofa, Zhu Xiangxiang laughed and slapped her face. Her eyes were crazy and vicious, “You’re finally in my hands. I’ve waited for this day for too long.”

Han Yue knocked on the door from outside and opened a crack, “Is it done?”

Han Yue entered and saw the unconscious girl on the sofa, astonished.

“No wonder Honghong has been thinking about her for so long. She’s truly stunning. It’s worth taking some risks.” Han Yue exclaimed.

She had never seen a girl who was still so beautiful when asleep.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood up and said, “Let’s begin.”

The two carried Ming Jing, one on each side, and opened a hidden door nearby. Inside was a bedroom with an enormous waterbed, exuding a seductive atmosphere under the dim, ambiguous lighting.

Zhu Xiangxiang threw Ming Jing on the waterbed and sneered, “Enjoy the gift I’ve prepared for you, Zhu Mingjing.”

Han Yue said, “You watch her. I’ll go find Honghong.” She then left hurriedly.