From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Who is the real protagonist of tonight’s banquet? Of course, it’s Miss Zhu.

Bai Ziyan enjoys watching the show and shouted this out before hiding back in the crowd, deep in anonymity.

Lin Qing laughed and said, “Of course, tonight’s protagonist is my daughter.”

“I’m sure you all know about the dramatic scene that happened in my family when these two children were born and were mistaken for each other, resulting in this child growing up outside our home. I owe her too much. It’s not easy for me to find her. In this short month of getting to know her, I have learned how much she has suffered in the past.”

“There are rumors outside that I don’t like her and treat her badly. God knows, she is my own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy. If it weren’t for this twist of fate, she would be my precious baby held in the palm of my hand.”

As Lin Qing recounted the story, her expression was sorrowful, and it was truly heartbreaking for everyone to hear, especially those who were parents themselves, who sympathized with and understood her.

As a result, some people’s gazes towards Zhu Wentao changed, thinking that him cheating with a mistress at this time was simply inhuman, bah…

Zhu Wentao stepped forward and gently hugged Lin Qing, wiping away her tears, “It’s good that the child is back. We still have a lifetime to make it up to her. From now on, she is our little princess.”

‘What about the fake daughter? Her existence is unfair to the real daughter. If you really want to make up for the real daughter, you should deal with the fake one properly.” Li Jiaojiao shouted from the back of the crowd.

In front of so many guests, she wanted to see how Lin Qing would respond.

Bai Ziyan leaned against Jiang Jinchen’s shoulder, lazily remarking with a grin, “The main act hasn’t even appeared, and the drama has already begun.

Fascinating, truly fascinating.”

Jiang Jinchen expressionlessly brushed off his hand again, looking anxiously towards the second floor.

Zhu Xiangxiang stood at the corner of the second floor, her face as white as a ghost as she listened to the voices downstairs.

They were discussing how to deal with her as if she were a commodity that could be traded at will.

The elegance of the once first lady had vanished, and now she was nothing more than a fake of unknown origin, carrying the sin of her existence.

She looked at the girl beside her, whose appearance tonight would completely knock her off her pedestal.

Why?

She was the victim too, and the mix-up was not her fault. Over the past sixteen years, she had been filial to her elders, worked hard to improve herself, surpassed many other famous ladies, and brought much face to the Zhu family and Lin Qing. One DNA identification result had wiped out all her efforts, was blood really that important?

Lin Qing didn’t like Ming Jing, but she still threw a welcome banquet for her. Her sixteenth birthday party hadn’t been as grand as this. Actions spoke louder than words.

They all lied to her.

Zhu Xiangxiang suddenly felt she was really pitiful. She had nothing left now, and even the last bit of warmth she possessed was gone.

If she…

At that moment, Ming Jing glanced at her. Her indifferent eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, revealing all her ugliness as if she were exposed under the sunlight with nowhere to hide.

Zhu Xiangxiang froze, a chill running down her spine.

Ming Jing nonchalantly turned her head and moved her eyes away, playing with her Buddhist beads.

Those beads she always carried with her, as her heart was sinking into the abyss with every flick of the beads.

“Xiangxiang is a good child and also a victim. Over the past sixteen years, we have developed deep feelings for each other. If she leaves the family, where can she go? This is unfair to Xiangxiang as well. Fortunately, both children get along well. Having an extra sister is a blessing for both of them.”

Lin Qing’s gentle voice overpowered the soft music, reaching everyone’s ears.

Li Jiaojiao asked, “These are just your assumptions. Have you ever asked the real daughter how she feels about having a non-blood-related sister show up out of nowhere? This sister has enjoyed sixteen years of her wealth and privileges, while she has taken her hardship. Good sisters? Not even a saint could do that. Madam Zhu, don’t whitewash the situation here, haha.”

Although her words were somewhat harsh, they made sense upon careful thought.

Lin Qing looked at the crowd, unable to find the speaker, “It’s pointless to look back at what has happened. What we need to focus on now is the present, the future. Even though it’s unfair to both children’s destinies, the mistake has been made. We should be trying to make up for it, not putting the blame on Xiangxiang.”

Everyone thought about it and realized that if it were them, they probably wouldn’t be any better than Lin Qing.

Blood or kin, each had its merits.

Not waiting for the other party to speak, Lin Qing took the first step and said, “After all this talking, it’s finally time for the protagonist of tonight’s event to make her official debut. My daughter, the little princess of the Zhu family, Ming Jing.”

In the middle of the hall was the staircase leading to the second floor, with a red carpet laid on top. A beam of light shone at the end of the staircase.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were expectantly looking towards the direction of the light, wondering who the person about to appear was.

Bai Ziyan rubbed his hands excitedly, “Here comes the entrance! After such a long build-up, I have to see what kind of divine presence the real daughter has.”

Sun Qingqing whispered, “The Zhu family does seem to be taking her seriously, making such a big fuss.”

Li Jiaojiao scoffed, “The Zhu family is best at keeping up appearances. Look at Lin Qing, her husband is openly parading his mistress, and she can still keep a straight face. How could she be an ordinary person?”

“Here she comes.”

Two figures, one tall and one short appeared at the end of the staircase and stepped into the light.

The shorter one was a woman in her sixties or seventies, with short silver-white hair, dressed in a dark blue printed suit, wearing a large pearl necklace around her neck and pearl earrings. Her face was beaming and kind, even though wrinkles piled up, she looked very endearing and respectable.

The elderly lady’s arm cradled a fair and beautiful slender hand, contrasting sharply with the dark blue clothes, further highlighting the clean white of the hand like a snow lotus.

Everyone watched as the two figures ascended the red-carpeted stairs, which seemed like a stairway to heaven. At the end of the stairs, bathed in the light, stooa a Deautlrul sunouette.

She looked down at them quietly, her gaze both proud and compassionate, as if the divine were gazing upon them all, giving everyone the urge to prostrate and worship.

The entire venue fell silent.

Bai Ziyan turned and saw that everyone was staring wide-eyed.

Charles Gao’s drool almost flowed out, while Jiang Jinchen could still maintain some restraint, but the excitement in his eyes couldn’t deceive anyone. “Tsk, tsk, this is the country bumpkin girl? I’ve really opened my eyes..”