From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Su Lin couldn’t take it anymore: “Manager Zhang, that’s not what you said before. Ning Chuchu and others have been working hard for this concert for so long. You can’t just cancel it. If you don’t give me an explanation, I won’t accept it. ”

“You know why things have come to this, and you were cursing before the bowl even reached your mouth. Now that Xiao Qu is angry, I can’t do anything about it. You can either bring them back or let them fend for themselves. Make your choice.”

With that, he hung up the call.

Su Lin listened to the busy tone from her phone, her face looking uglier and uglier.

Why was even Manager Zhang siding with Qu Feitai? He’s just an artist, why is Zhang so afraid of him?

At this point, Huang Chao, who had rushed back, had already heard the whole story from Tian Long. He berated Su Lin, “You ungrateful woman! I owed Manager Zhang a favor, so I agreed to give your girl group a chance. Who knew you’d be so insatiable? Ten minutes? Why don’t you try robbing? Do you realize that our Xiao Fei doesn’t even have enough time to sing his new song, just to squeeze in five minutes for you? You’re still not satisfied, usually acting like a con artist using our Xiao Fei’s junior name. We let that go because Xiao Fei can’t be bothered, but for you to say that it’s only because of our Xiao Fei’s junior’s face that you’ve come here, aren’t you ashamed to say that? Since you don’t care, take your girl group and get out of here.”

Huang Chao spoke quickly, like a machine gun, and Su Lin had a headache trying to keep up.

“Xiao Fei doesn’t want to bother with you guys, but you’ve really gone too far, get out, all of you!” Huang Chao cursed, pointing at Su Lin’s nose. “You… you…” Su Lin pointed at Huang Chao, too angry to speak.

When it came to quarreling, Huang Chao never lost.

“What are you stuttering about? Do you not know where your girl group’s popularity comes from? If I see you marketing Xiao Fei’s junior online again, I will curse you every time.”

Huang Chao finished cursing and left, not giving the other party a chance to

argue.

Su Lin held her chest, swaying, and Huang Chuchu and Yu Beibei quickly went to support her.

“Sister Su Lin, are you alright?”

“They… they were just too unreasonable.”

“Xiao Fei, I’m sorry for this incident, I promise it won’t happen again,” Huang Chao glanced at Qu Feitai’s expression.

“To show your remorse, give me a month off after this concert.”

“What? A month?” Huang Chao frowned.

He suddenly looked at Qu Feitai, “Before, when I asked you to rest, you wouldn’t. Why the sudden change of heart? I heard that your new song is of a romantic style, and not only that, you had asked me for four concert tickets.”

Huang Chao narrowed his eyes, not missing a single change in Qu Feitai’s expression: “You’re not hiding anything from me, are you?”

Although they did not explicitly say so, both knew what the other was thinking.

Disappointingly for Huang Chao, Qu Feitai’s expression did not change, and he smiled like a wily fox.

Huang Chao snorted, “One month is too long, at most half a month.” “Two months.” Qu Feitai remained expressionless.

Huang Chao widened his eyes, eventually giving in, “Alright, fine. We’ll take advantage of the concert’s hype and lay low for a month. I’ll cancel all the advertisements that come to our door, and you can take a break.”

“But let me be clear, you are not allowed to secretly date during this time.” Huang Chao warned.

Qu Feitai didn’t bother to respond.

Huang Chao suddenly leaned in close to Qu Feitai, “I’m curious if there’s some private relationship between you and Manager Zhang that I don’t know about? As far as I know, Manager Zhang and Su Lin are not on simple terms; Su Lin uses this relationship to wield power in the company. It’s surprising that Manager Zhang would stand up to Su Lin for you.”

Although Qu Feitai was the company’s biggest moneymaker, he was still just a tool to make money in the eyes of capitalists. They’d give him some face if they liked him, but if they didn’t, they’d pinch him where it hurts, and he wouldn’t dare do anything about it.

Qu Feitai raised an eyebrow, his handsome face alluring and hard to resist. Huang Chao almost couldn’t hold back.

Damn it, who can handle being bombarded with beauty every day?

“What do you think?”

Huang Chao squinted his eyes, “Did you sell yourself out?”

Qu Feitai kicked him in the chest, his young, sword-like brows furrowed in anger, and his cold face was like an icy blade.

“Get lost.”

Ming Jing got out of the car, and Zhou Xue immediately greeted her, politely saying, “Ms. Zhu, Madam has been waiting for you for a long time, please come with me.”

This was the second time Ming Jing walked this path.

The uphill climb would be difficult for the average person, especially for a fragile girl like Ming Jing.

Zhou Xue had noticed the first time that this young girl’s physical constitution was different from ordinary people, even after walking for so long, she did not look flushed or out of breath, her face calm as if walking on level ground.

Zhou Xue silently withdrew her gaze.Upon arriving at the Jiang’s small courtyard, a graceful figure could be seen standing in front of the flower bushes through the fence gate. Her slightly bent posture exuded an air of elegance and charm.

Just the sight of her back incited endless imagination.

Two wealthy ladies, one plump and one skinny, were standing beside her, chatting with Jiang Chunlan.

“Madam, Ms. Zhu has arrived.”

Jiang Chunlan put down the scissors in her hand, turned around, and even the king of flowers, the peony, paled in comparison to her grace and elegance. “Ming Jing, you’re quite a celebrity now, it’s not easy to see you.”

“Madam, you’re joking. I’m ashamed.” Ming Jing lowered her eyes and laughed gently, with the utmost tenderness.

Jiang Chunlan walked up and took her hand: “Between us, let’s not speak such polite words. Come, I’ve got a new treasure to show you.”

The slightly plump Madam covered her mouth and laughed, “Seeing how Madam Jiang treasures it, one might think it is your own daughter if they didn’t know any better.”

Jiang Chunlan laughed and patted her head, “Look at me being so confused, I even forgot to introduce.”

Jiang Chunlan pointed to the slightly plump Madam and said, “This is Madam

Shen, the Mayor’s wife.”

Ming Jing’s eyes twinkled slightly, the smile on her lips gentle, as she smoothly said, “Madam Shen, hello, I am Ming Jing.”

“Ms. Zhu’s fame is well-deserved, and today’s meeting proves it’s not in vain.” Madam Shen smiled, revealing two dimples on her cheeks, her eyebrows and eyes curved. She resembled Maitreya Buddha, with a very auspicious face.

Madam Jiang pointed to another skinny woman with prominent cheekbones and a slightly bitter face, “This is Mrs. Gu.”

In Jiangzhou, there weren’t many people with the last name Gu, and Ming Jing understood immediately.

“Mrs. Gu, hello.”

As for Mrs. Gu, she had a cold disposition and didn’t speak as much as Madam Shen, she glanced at Ming Jing and nodded her head.

Jiang Chunlan affectionately led Ming Jing into the living room, and Zhou Xue brought out a zitan wooden box. Even just this wooden box was very extraordinary.

Madam Shen playfully said from the side, “Madam Jiang got a treasure and invited us to appraise it, but insisted on waiting for you to start. It seems we are all less important than Ms. Zhu in Madam Jiang’s heart.”

Madam Shen laughed behind her hand, sounding as if she was trying to flatter Mingjing.

“You’re always so good with words.” Jiang Chunlan glared at her and patted

Ming Jing’s hand, “She just likes putting people on edge, don’t take it to heart.

Why don’t you open the box yourself?”

Madam Shen and Mrs. Gu exchanged glances.

Ming Jing didn’t hesitate and opened the wooden box.

In the box, laid on a layer of soft brocade, there was a sky blue flower vase.

“A Songru Ware Narcissus Basin.”

You can tell whether someone is an expert with just one move.

Madam Shen glanced at Ming Jing, “Does Ms. Zhu also know how to appraise antiques?

Ming Jing gave a faint smile, “I know just a little.”

Jiang Chunlan looked at Ming Jing unexpectedly, her “just a little” was not literal, it was a modest term.

Ming Jing said to Jiang Chunlan, “May I take a closer look, Madam?”

Jiang Chunlan nodded, “Of course.”

Ming Jing looked at Zhou Xue, “Could you give me a pair of cotton gloves?”

Zhou Xue handed Ming Jing a pair of white cotton gloves. Jiang Chunlan had two great loves: raising flowers and collecting antiques, so these items were always readily available at home.

Ming Jing slowly put on the gloves, and Madam Shen watched her every move, thinking that this Ms. Zhu was even more elegant and beautiful than the rumors. To be favored by Madam Jiang, she must have some skills, but it was unknown how well she could appraise antiques.

Ming Jing gently picked up the vase and examined it carefully under the light.

For some reason, everyone remained silent and didn’t dare to interrupt, while Ming Jing’s face was calm and focused.

Time flowed quietly, and before they knew it, five minutes had passed.

Mrs. Gu became a little impatient, “I wonder if Ms. Zhu has discovered any issues? This is something Madam Jiang spent a fortune on at an overseas auction.”

Her implication was that, even if you could find a defect, it wouldn’t matter.

This young girl really liked to show off.

Ming Jing spoke unhurriedly, “Madam, do you want to hear the truth?”