From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

This was the first time Lin Qing had entered Ming Jing’s room.

Originally, the room was a guest room, decorated like a model room. After Ming Jing came back, they asked Uncle Wen to clean it up for her to stay.

It was Zhu Xiangxiang who took over the task from Uncle Wen’s hands. At that time, she didn’t pay much attention to the child and just let Xiangxiang do as she pleased.

So, this was the room Xiangxiang prepared for Ming Jing.

There was no significant change from before; in one word, the room was cold.

Lin Qing should have noticed it long ago. There was an insurmountable gulf between the two children. Forcing them to be good sisters was unfair to both.

There was a yellowed scripture on the bedside table, and a few bottles and jars on the dressing table, which were a set of decent skincare products.

She thought they were prepared by Zhu Xiangxiang, thinking that at least Xiangxiang wouldn’t make a mistake in terms of face.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was a small round table with a single sofa on each side.

Ming Jing brewed two cups of tea, placed them on the table, and sat down on one of the sofas, turning her head to look at Lin Qing.

“Please sit.”

Lin Qing felt uncomfortable with her polite attitude; her face didn’t show it. She walked over and sat down in front of Ming Jing.

“Stretch out your right arm.”

Ming Jing folded a towel and placed it under Lin Qing’s wrist.

“Adjust your breathing and relax, ” Ming Jing slowly said.

Ming Jing’s eyes were slightly closed, and the wind blew in from outside the window, making the white curtains flutter gently.

Lin Qing stared at the girl in front of her.

This was the first time she had looked at her so seriously.

Lin Qing carefully recalled everything that had happened since Ming Jing’s return. Ming Jing had never complained or asked anyone to do anything for her. No matter what happened, she never had any emotions, as if no one or anything was worth stirring her feelings.

Was it because she had studied Buddhism and had no desires since she was young, or was it because their so-called relatives were not worth mentioning in her heart?

Either answer would make her feel uncomfortable.

“Recently, have you often felt chest tightness and shortness of breath? Dizziness?” Ming Jing asked in a bland tone. Lin Qing was startled and replied, “Yes.”

“Stick out your tongue and let me see.”

Lin Qing opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

Ming Jing nodded: “You’ve been staying up late and worrying too much lately, which has led to a weak spleen and stomach. I’ll write you a prescription, and you can take it as instructed.”

Ming Jing bowed her head to write.

Lin Qing watched her calmly lower her head, and the bold and energetic cursive script appeared on the paper, extremely unrestrained.

She had never really looked at this child before, even though she was so outstanding.

Lin Qing’s eyes gradually moistened, and she quickly bowed her head to hide her emotions.

After Ming Jing finished writing, she handed it to Lin Qing, who took it and left.

As she was about to leave the room, Lin Qing turned back for another glance. Ming Jing sat quietly in the sunlight, looking out the window. In the silhouette of the sunlight, the young girl’s side face was calm and beautiful, like a silent, serene flower blooming in time.

Lin Qing turned around with the prescription in hand and left, closing the door carefully.

At this time, everyone in the Zhu family was taking a nap. Madam Zhou had prepared dinner and was about to go back to her room to rest for a while.

“Miss? Why are you here?”

Ming Jing was standing at the doorway. Why would she come to the nanny’s room?

Ming Jing glanced around: “Let’s talk in the room.”

Madam Zhou shared a room with Xiao Ying. When Ming Jing walked in, Xiao Ying was lying in bed playing with her phone. As soon as she saw Ming Jing enter, she immediately got up from the bed, quickly put on her slippers, and stood at attention.

“Miss.”

Madam Zhou closed the door and asked curiously, “Miss, you’re not taking a nap. Is there anything you want to tell us?”

Ming Jing went straight to the point, “Has mother eaten anything exclusively lately?”

Madam Zhou was overjoyed in her heart that Miss showed concern for Madam.

“Madam drinks a bowl of snow fungus bird’s nest soup before going to bed every night. It has been her habit for many years to beautify and nourish her face.” “Every night?”

“Yes, every night.”

Ming Jing nodded, “I see.”

With that, she left the room.

Madam Zhou and Xiao Ying exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.

That night, Ming Jing accompanied Granny Zhu to watch TV in the living room.

Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang also watched together, chatting and laughing. Granny Zhu hadn’t been this happy for a long time and was reluctant to leave even when it was time to sleep.

Ming Jing personally helped Granny Zhu back to her room: “Old people should go to bed early. In the morning, I’ll teach you the Five Animal Play, which helps prolong life. Your leg bones will be more agile, and you’ll have no problem running..”