From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 411: 190 Unrivalled Beauty (Second watch)

Liu Yuerong was just leading her horse over when she saw her boyfriend staring straight at something.

She followed his gaze.

In the bright sunlight, a girl in white just got out of the car, her dress ethereal and elegant, holy and immortal.

The girl’s figure was slender and tall, and even her distant silhouette exuded endless softness and charm.

The girl brushed her skirt lightly with her hand, making a simple movement seem incredibly elegant and noble.

Then she turned around and left under the respectful guidance of the waiter.

Until her figure disappeared, Peng Jie was still a little stupefied.

A hint of jealousy flashed through Liu Yuerong’s eyes, and she waved her hand in front of Peng Jie: “Is she beautiful?”

“Beautiful…” Realizing he said the wrong thing, Peng Jie quickly changed his tune: “Not beautiful, nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

Liu Yuerong snorted, “Don’t lie to me, your eyes were wide open just now.”

“I was…” The man’s eyes shifted, “I was blinded by the wind and sand. No one in the world is more beautiful than my Yuerong. Don’t be angry, I’ll teach you to ride a horse…”

Peng Jie’s family company was facing a financial crisis and urgently needed to marry Liu Yuerong to survive. Now, even if a fairy stood in front of him, he had to please this girl first.

Fortunately, Liu Yuerong’s aunt had recently fallen head over heels for a security guard, angering the elders of the Liu family. Afraid Liu Yuerong would follow her aunt’s example, they tried to set her up with Peng Jie. Compared to a security guard, Peng Jie was a much better match, especially because he was handsome. It took only a little effort to make Liu Yuerong fall for him completely.

Liu Yuerong’s face was delicate, but her jealousy surged at the thought of the white figure.

Daring to seduce her boyfriend, she was simply courting death.

Liu Yuerong whipped the horse’s belly, and it immediately leaped forward. Liu Yuerong burst into laughter.

Peng Jie quickly followed on his horse: “Yuerong, slow down…”

Ming Jing changed into her riding outfit and walked out of the changing room. Zhao Qin was standing in front of a mirror, tying her hair up in a high ponytail. She saw Ming Jing’s reflection in the mirror and raised an eyebrow: “People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles. Wearing white every day, people might think you’re in mourning, only at the equestrian club do we see you wear other colors.”

Ming Jing wore a red riding suit, tall boots, her figure slender and dashing, her face even more radiant and beautiful, like a blooming spider lily, swaying with the ultimate allure.

Yet her eyebrows and eyes were so gentle and compassionate, it gave her a mysterious feeling that made people want to explore further and become increasingly fascinated.

They knew it was a deadly abyss, but they still rushed in without hesitation.

Zhao Qin stared at Ming Jing’s indifferent face, lost in thought.

Ming Jing was the most dangerous kind of person because she was beautiful but unaware of it. She didn’t know that her every frown, every smile, every movement was the deadliest weapon, killing without a trace.

If she lived in ancient times, she would be a bewitching concubine who brought calamity to the country. She could have anything she wanted, with men falling over themselves to please her. With a single frown, countless men would start wars, just for a smile from a beauty.

Thinking of Xie Jue’s words, Zhao Qin had been upset for two days. Seeing Ming Jing now, she seemed relieved all of a sudden.

There was one thing Ming Jing couldn’t compare to her.

Zhao Qin deliberately straightened her chest, her fiery figure turning heads.

She glanced at Ming Jing’s flat chest…

Zhao Qin hummed Qu Feitai’s “White Clothes” and asked, “Your relationship with Qu Feitai was exposed online. Is that true?”

Although the news hadn’t completely blown up yet, practically everyone inside and outside the circle knew about it.

The evidence from Qingshu Yinyue Restaurant was simply too strong.

Zhao Qin surfed Weibo every day. As one of the parties involved, she was dying to expose the truth but held back, almost to the point of injuring herself.

Ming Jing loosely tied her long hair up with a red silk ribbon, a playful wisp of hair hanging by her temples, adding a touch of tenderness.

“It’s fake.”

Zhao Qin choked, “Did you pay to suppress the trending topics? Otherwise, it would have blown up.”

Ming Jing shook her head, “It wasn’t me.”

Zhao Qin’s eyes rolled, “Could it be Qu Feitai? That’s impossible. He obviously likes you and would probably love for the news to be true.”

“If it’s really Qu Feitai, then I’ve misjudged him. He dares to act but not admit it, such a coward. Career is more important than love; a man like that should be dumped.” Zhao Qin solemnly patted Ming Jing’s shoulder.”I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we’re just friends.”

“Tsk tsk, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending not to? You’re so smart, I can’t believe you don’t see it – having a love affair with Qu Feitai is something many people would die for. Once this opportunity passes, you’ll never find another one like it. Then you’ll know what it’s like to be envied by women all over the world. That’s every woman’s dream.”

Ming Jing didn’t want to deal with her, turned around to leave, but Zhao Qin quickly called her back.

“Are you bare-faced?”

Her skin looked so good, delicate to the touch, and flawless.

“Mmhmm.”

“Don’t move.” Zhao Qin quickly took a lipstick out of her makeup bag and went to apply it to Ming Jing.

Ming Jing furrowed her brow and took a step back: “What are you doing?”

“Women need a bit of lipstick to look lively. If you won’t let me apply it, I’ll go online and expose your relationship with Qu Feitai. I have proof, you know.”

While Ming Jing was hesitating, Zhao Qin had quickly applied the lipstick to her.

She took a step back and nodded, satisfied: “As I thought, this auntie color suits you best.”

The lipstick was like a finishing touch – a landscape painting in ink, dabbed with a touch of red – instantly brightening her face and becoming an unstoppable force.

Ming Jing turned to leave, but Zhao Qin immediately followed and asked tentatively, “If you don’t like Qu Feitai, does that mean you already have someone in your heart?”

She watched closely for any changes in Ming Jing’s expression. Ming Jing gave a sly smile and glanced at her, “What are you trying to say?”

It seemed as if those eyes could see right through her every move. Zhao Qin was a little flustered and quickly tried to brush it off: “I was just asking.”

“I don’t have anyone in my heart.”

Zhao Qin knew Ming Jing well; when she said something, she meant it.

Relieved, Zhao Qin thought to herself that there was still a chance if Ming Jing only had a crush.

Since Ming Jing’s last encounter with Violent Wind, the horse wouldn’t let anyone else touch it – even the horse trainer was not allowed.

Han Cheng didn’t believe it last time, so he insisted on riding Violent Wind, only to be kicked into the hospital, reportedly with two broken ribs.

As Ming Jing entered the stables, the originally temperamental Violent Wind picked up on her scent, and immediately raised its front hooves and neighed joyfully. Anyone could hear the happiness in its neighs.

Yang Shuai commented from the side: “Violent Wind is very spiritual. When Ms. Zhu is not here, it doesn’t allow anyone to touch it and has no energy. When she comes, it’s instantly lively. It’s amazing.”

Ming Jing went over to pat Violent Wind’s back. It pressed its head against her chest, appearing very gentle. Yang Shuai marveled at the sight; who would have thought that this was a horse capable of kicking the best horse trainer into the hospital?

“Have you been waiting for me?” Ming Jing asked softly.

Violent Wind exhaled hot air through its nostrils, seemingly responding.

Ming Jing smiled and, with a swift movement, gracefully mounted the horse. She bent over, lightly patted Violent Wind on the side of its face, straightened up, and pulled the reins. With a deafening neigh, the horse’s hooves were raised high.

The maiden sat straight on the horse’s back, her cold eyes suddenly becoming sharp as a sword.

With a softbattle cry, like an arrow piercing through the air, her voice penetrated eardrums and stabbed at hearts.

“Violent Wind, let’s go.”

Violent Wind leaped with its front hooves and effortlessly jumped over the fence of the stable. In an instant, it was like a bird freed from its cage, soaring freely into the sky, and the horse galloped at full speed, turning into a small black dot in the blink of an eye.

“Drive…!” There was another battle cry, and as Yang Shuai turned his head, Zhao Qin shouted, “Wait for me!” and chased after them on her horse.

The sun was shining brightly, and the autumn breeze was refreshing.

Yang Shuai sighed: “How glorious it is to ride the wind with such vigor…”.

The figures of these two peerless ladies galloping freely on the horse track were dazzling and unparalleled.

Especially Ms.Zhu, who was impossible to describe with mere words.

Outside the racecourse, she was attired in white, ethereal and otherworldly.

When on a horse, she was clad in red equestrian attire, passionate as fire, and even the fiercest horse willingly submitted to her.

What masterful work of art was used by the heavens to create such an extraordinarily enchanting woman?