From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Madam Zhou, being old, went to rest after hearing the talk. Han Suwen waved her hand: “I’m not tired, Miss. I’ll keep you company.” Ming Jing nodded and asked, “Did Mother take her medicine tonight?” Han Suwen nodded: “Yes, I watched her drink it.”

These days, Ming Jing had instructed her on many things. She could see that although The Zhus seemed simple, there were deep waters within. Every word Miss told her had a profound meaning, and she had to think it through.

Ming Jing touched Ming Yi’s head, asking Ming Ti and Ming Chen how their daytime studies went, and the two reported back to her one by one.

Ming Yi’s mouth was full, Han Suwen quickly handed her a glass of water, “Eat slowly, nobody will snatch it from you.”

Ming Yi drank water and slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, looking up and laughing at Han Suwen, who gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

Ming Jing glanced at them, and noticing her gaze, Han Suwen blushed and quickly withdrew her hand.

Ming Jing just smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, the sound of a car came from outside. Uncle Wen put on his coat and got up. It was so late, who could it be?

It turned out to be Zhu Wentao. Uncle Wen was a little surprised. Last time, the young lady said that she wouldn’t let Zhu Wentao visit again. It hadn’t been long since then.

“Open the door,” Zhu Wentao ordered coldly, standing outside the iron gate.

Behind him was a young, gentle woman, which made Uncle Wen even more frightened.

The storm was coming.

Uncle Wen hesitated for a while, and went directly back to ask Ms. Ming Jing for instructions. The only one who could carry the heavy load in The Zhus now was Ms. Ming Jing.

Zhu Xiangxiang hadn’t slept yet. Hearing the sound of the car, she pulled open the curtains and took a peek. It was Zhu Wentao who had returned.

Zhu Xiangxiang quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs, just in time to hear Ming Jing say, “Tell him to get lost.”

Zhu Xiangxiang angrily said, ‘Ming Jing, he’s Dad, this is his home, can’t he come back?”

Ming Jing glanced at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Since you can’t bear to part with him, why don’t you go with him and leave The Zhus together.”

“You…” Zhu Xiangxiang hummed and ran out to open the door for Zhu Wentao.

With her father’s backing, what was she afraid of?

Uncle Wen couldn’t hold Zhu Xiangxiang back even if he wanted to.

“Miss, how can we deal with this? He even brought that woman here, ” Uncle Wen said anxiously.

Ming Ti and Ming Chen put down their chopsticks, looking worriedly at Ming Jing.

Ming Yi also obediently put down her chopsticks.

Ming Jing told Han Suwen, “Take them to their rooms.”

But it was too late. Zhu Wentao had already stormed in, flanked by Zhou Ling and Zhu Xiangxiang.

Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, not expecting Zhu Wentao to be so impulsive. “Zhu Mingjing, come here!” Zhu Wentao shouted in the hall, the booming voice prohably heard throughout the entire villa-

Lin Qing heard the commotion and hurried downstairs, seeing Zhu Wentao and Zhou Ling, her head buzzed, and for a moment, all the blood rushed to her forehead.

“Zhu Wentao, what the hell are you wailing about in the middle of the night? Take your dog and get out of here,” Lin Qing stumbled down the stairs.

Han Suwen quickly walked over and supported her, “Madam, how did you come downstairs?”

Zhou Ling glanced at Lin Qing, whose face was pale, and her steps unsteady, and the corner of her mouth subtly curled up.

Zhu Xiangxiang was very curious about what Ming Jing had done to make Zhu Wentao so furious, and she prepared to watch the drama unfold.

Ming Jing ignored the three of them, walked to Lin Qing, and one hand fell on the back of her neck. She didn’t know what she had done, but Lin Qing passed out in an instant.

Ming Jing caught her body and told Han Suwen, “Take her to the room.”

Han Suwen quickly drove Lin Qing upstairs, and Ming Ti and Ming Chen also came up to help. Han Suwen was too thin, and it was a little difficult for her to carry a woman who was one meter sixty-five tall by herself.

Madam Zhou heard the commotion and came out. Ming Jing calmly commanded, “Take care of Granny Zhu.”

Madam Zhou nodded and went to Granny Zhu’s room.

Ming Jing pulled out a napkin and wiped her fingers bit by bit, her back to everyone. She didn’t say a word, but for some reason, it made people feel anxious for no reason.

“Zhu Mingjing, you’re so young and instead of learning good things, you’re hanging out with men. You’re trying to piss me off.”

Zhu Wentao prepared to take the moral high ground and suppress her with filial piety. It was enough to give her a headache, and at least he could regain some face from last time.

Zhu Xiangxiang immediately followed up: “Oh my god, Ming Jing, what on earth did you do to make Dad so angry? You’d better explain to Dad..”