From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 147 - 147: 078 Fairness (First Watch)_2

Although medical technology wasn’t advanced in the small town back then, it was unlikely that the nurse could simply mix up babies. If it wasn’t a mistake, what else can explain it? The nurse had no personal grudge against her. The detective found the clue, but revealing it would put the Zhus to shame. So, she had him withhold that information.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked at Lin Qing, horrified. Why hadn’t she discovered this when she was investigating? Could it be that Lin Qing erased any trace of it before she could find it?

“Zhu Wentao, I helped you build this massive fortune. I expected neither your pity nor your compassion, but you shouldn’t have been so heartless. The 23% shares was the fruit of my labor over many years. You, however, are boundlessly greedy. When I chose to leave my company for my family, you took the opportunity to dilute my shares. I only have 0.03% left. Should I be grateful that you have left me something for my funeral?”

Each word from the lady seemed to bleed her sorrow, triggering burning indignation in everyone present. They despised Zhu Wentao, the utter scoundrel.

Han suwen tnougnt to nersell, men In rms world so orten provea raltmess. Only by being independent and strong could a woman secure her place in this world.

Zhu Xiangxiang felt that Zhu Wentao was too much. Looking at Lin Qing’s heartbroken and haggard face, she felt a pang of guilt in her own heart. She started to wonder if she had done something terribly wrong.

This woman suffered enough as it was.

But, hadn’t she suffered as well? From a rich heiress to a derided orphan with an obscure background. Among them all, she was the most unfortunate one.

Zhu Wentao’s face paled with alternating shades of green and white when realizing something unpleasant was about to happen. He snapped impatiently, “After all these years, consider how I treated you. If the love is gone, then separating is the best choice for both of us. I didn’t inform you about the share dilution, but I did that out of concern for the company’s development. I will compensate you elsewhere.”

“Is the compensation you’re providing me from these immovable properties? Keep them for yourself. I absolutely won’t agree to the divorce. Even if I die, I will still be Mrs. Zhu. Your mistress won’t even dream of stepping our threshold. ”

Lin Qing took a firm stance without yielding an inch. Finishing her words, she slumped into the sofa and gasped for breath.

Zhu Xiangxiang rushed to pat her on the back, “Mom, don’t be angry. Dad must have his reasons.”

Zhu Wentao looked at Zhu Xiangxiang, thinking he hadn’t spoiled this particular daughter for nothing.

Lin Qing shrugged off her hand, her expression icy.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face stiffened, and she clenched her teeth in frustration.

“Whether you sign the divorce agreement today or not, you will have to sign it eventually,” Zhu Wentao was even more adamant.

Lin Qing laughed until she cried, “Zhu Wentao, twenty years of marital bonds can’t compare to three months of passion? What am I, exactly? What is my twenty-year devotion to this family? If not for me, think of the kids! You don’t even care about them anymore, you’re not fit to be a husband and much less of a father.”

Zhu Wentao’s chest rose and fell rapidly with rage, raising his hand to slap Lin

Qing.

At this moment, a cold voice came, “I dare you to try it.”

The voice was like a thunderbolt out of the blue, startling everyone.

Zhu Wentao turned subconsciously and saw Ming Jing walking in from the doorway. She was clad in a pure white dress, radiating an air of untouchable grace.

Ming Jing stared at him with jet-black eyes, showing mockery, disgust, and contempt, all mingling with an inscrutable sense of indifference. Zhu Wentao, feeling infuriated, shot back, “You dare to talk back to me?”

“Or am I talking to a dog?” Zhu Wentao was furious, “I am your father.”

“I don’t have a brute for a father.”

Ming Jing’s voice was utterly calm, but it nearly drove Zhu Wentao to spit blood with anger. He pointed at Ming Jing, stuttering, “You…you…”

Ming Jing stood in front of Lin Qing. Although tall, she seemed somewhat smaller in front of Zhu Wentao, who’s one head taller. However, she stood straight and held his gaze without fear.

“As for the divorce, sure. I will file a suit at the court immediately, demanding a fair division of property. All marital property should be split equally. Oh, I forgot, you cheated first. If I have evidence and sue you for infidelity before the judge, maybe you are the one who should leave with nothing.”

Ming Jing spoke with a calm and rational voice. Looking at her upright figure standing in front of her, Lin Qing, who was filled with worry and distress, suddenly felt a sense of relief.

“Also, I suspect that you have deliberately transferred joint marital property during the existence of our marriage. Explain that to the judge in court. Uncle Wen, please show him out..”