From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Who are you, really?”

When Ming Jing returned, Jiang Jinchen and Charles Gao had already arrived, greeting her as they saw her.

Bai Ziyan called a waiter over to order food, planning to eat well before going horse riding.

Ming Jing said indifferently, “It’s best to ride on an empty stomach.”

Charles Gao laughed and patted Bai Ziyan on the shoulder, “Do you want to throw up last night’s dinner too?”

Bai Ziyan shivered, “Well, let’s not do that.”

Charles Gao and Jiang Jinchen had been here before. Charles Gao was a lifetime member of the club, and every time he came, a young man named Yang Shuai would lead the way. Yang Shuai took everyone to the stable to choose horses.

“Ms. Zhu, this is your first time here, right? You can choose a gentle horse at first. Our coaches are very responsible. If you feel uncomfortable, we also have female coaches here.”

Charles Gao immediately volunteered, “I’m good at riding, let me teach you.” Ming Jing just smiled, without saying anything.

Charles Gao’s horse was a stately black horse housed in the stable, which he named Black Wind.

Jiang Jinchen chose a red-brown horse, just like him, which looked gentle and low-key.

Bai Ziyan asked, “I heard that no one has been able to tame your Violent Wind here? Where is it? Let me have a look.”

Though it was Yang Shuai’s first time meeting Mr. Bai, he knew the people accompanying Charles Gao must be of special status, so he respectfully replied, “Violent Wind originated from the oldest and purest Andalusian breed in Spain, one of the finest horse breeds in the world. They are naturally gentle, but this horse is wild and extremely difficult to tame for some reason. After its introduction, hardly anyone has been able to tame it. Mr. Bai, this horse is very dangerous. For your own safety, it’s better to choose a gentler horse, like this Hanoverian, which would be more suitable for you.”

Bai Ziyan put on a playboy’s arrogant face, “I don’t care, I want Violent Wind.” Yang Shuai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly contacted the manager.

As they went deeper into the stable, they finally saw the legendary Violent Wind: a white, strong, and tenacious horse with long mane on its neck, holding its head high, noble and proud. If it could be personified, Violent Wind would definitely be a charming prince and peerless beauty among horses.

Bai Ziyan’s eyes sparkled, and he couldn’t help reaching through the railing to touch the horse’s back, “So beautiful.”

Yang Shuai warned, “Mr. Bai, please be careful….”

Suddenly, Violent Wind snorted and raised its front hooves high. A wave of pressure rushed towards everyone, causing them to quickly retreat. The moment the hooves landed, it felt as if the ground was trembling. Yang Shuai quickly asked, “Mr. Bai, are you alright?”

Bai Ziyan was still in shock, patting his chest, “I choose Violent Wind.”

At this moment, a group of people walked up, and the man in the lead said, “Violent Wind is mine.”

The man was in his early 20s, draped in branded clothes and large gold chains. His heavily bagged eyes made him look very tired, yet he still had an extremely arrogant demeanor.

“Young Mr. Ran, Violent Wind is very dangerous. For your safety, why don’t you consider a different horse?” Yang Shuai advised.

Why were these young masters obsessed with Violent Wind? Courting death.

“Less nonsense, I want Violent Wind.”

Bai Ziyan laughed in anger, “You want to compete with me for something? You’re tired of living?

Charles Gao whispered, “He is Ran Tenghui.”

Bai Ziyan raised an eyebrow, “Someone from the Rans? No wonder he’s so arrogant. But even if he’s a crown prince, he needs to yield before me.” Ran Tenghui sneered, “You call yourself a young master in front of the older generation, who gave you the nerve?”

The Rans weren’t prominent in Jiangzhou, but no one dared to provoke them.

Thirty years ago, the Rans were a feared presence in the entire Southern Region because the then -Ran patriarch, Ran Bowen, was a force to be reckoned with, establishing the Qinglong Association and shaking Hua Country. However, twelve years ago, the Rans suffered a major setback. No one knows the exact reason, but it is known that Ran Bowen died in an incident. After that, the Qinglong Association underwent power struggles, and Ran Bowen’s two brothers, Ran Boxue and Ran Bocai, fought for control and died in the process. Ran Bowen had no heirs, so the Qinglong Association fell into the hands of Ran Boxue’s son, Ran Yang, and the association never recovered.

Ran Yang had a cousin, Ran Bocai’s daughter Ran Qing, who married into the Zhaos twenty years ago and gave birth to a daughter, Zhao Zhen.

Ran Yang had two sons. After Ran Yang retired due to illness, his elder son, Ran Tengxiao, took over the Qinglong Association. He was intelligent and shrewd, and in just a few years, he revived the Qinglong Association, reclaiming its position as the dominant power.

This Ran Tenghui was Ran Yang’s younger son, a half-brother to Ran Tengxiao, and it was rumoured that the two didn’t get along..