From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

In pain, Ye’s mother turned her head to see the white-clad, silent girl looking at her with a cold gaze. Somehow, it sent chills down her spine.

“What… what do you want to do?”

“I ask you, what do you want to do?” The girl’s voice had no warmth, it was colder than the winter wind.

Ye’s mother’s teeth chattered, and her entire arm went numb.

“You… let go of me first.”

Ming Jing let go of her and Ye’s mother took a step back due to inertia, but was supported by Ye’s father.

While massaging her wrist, Ye’s mother secretly glanced at the white-clad girl and felt quite afraid.

“What exactly is your relationship with Ye Zhen?”

Ye Zhen laughed: “We know her bank card password, what do you think our relationship is?”

Ye’s mother widened her eyes: “Can you change Ye Zhen’s will?”

Ye Zhen sneered: “Don’t you have any legal sense? Once the will is notarized and the testator is dead, nobody can change the will.”

Ye’s mother looked disappointed: “What to do? We raised this ungrateful girl, and she didn’t leave a single penny for us when she died. She donated it all. It’s a sin! How will her father and I live?”

Ye Zhen shook her head: “She has set up a pension fund for you. You can receive pocket money every month. The money inside is enough for you to live comfortably until the age of 100. Why aren’t you satisfied?”

Ye’s mother was surprised that she knew so much and scolded: “What do you know? 5000 yuan a month, is that enough? It is barely enough to give to beggars. We are her biological parents, yet she’s keeping us at arm’s length. If this isn’t an ungrateful girl, what is?”

Ye Zhen had nothing more to say to them. Her duty and responsibility were fulfilled with Liang Yanran’s death.

Ye Zhen said tiredly to Ming Jing: “Let’s go. I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Ming Jing nodded, and the two of them left along the small path of the hospital.

“You stop!” Ye’s mother chased after them, but the two were already out of sight among the various flowers and bushes with people coming and going.

The garden path was paved with pebbles, making it a bit uncomfortable to step on.

Not far away in a pavilion, several patients were sitting and playing chess. From time to time, noises of competition could be heard.

The two walked out of the path and met a nurse pushing a patient head on. She glanced at Ming Jing and suddenly widened her eyes, pointing at her and said: “It’s you…it’s you! I’ve finally found you!”

Ming Jing smiled gently: “Do you know me?”

The nurse nodded vigorously.

“Two nights ago in our hospital’s emergency department, you saved a heart attack patient. Do you remember?”

Ming Jing asked, “How is that heart attack patient now?”

The girl spoke in the interval of dialing on her phone: “Dr. Xu is the best doctor in the cardiothoracic surgery department. With his help, the patient is sure to succeed. However, it is also thanks to your timely rescue, otherwise, the patient would have not made it.”

No one answered the phone, and the nurse anxiously said: “I have to take the patient to Radiology for an X-ray. Do you want to wait here for me? I will go to find Dr. Xu after I take the patient there.”

Ming Jing smiled and shook her head: “You go ahead and get busy.”

The nurse thought she agreed and quickly pushed the patient away.

As Ming Jing left, Ye Zhen asked: “Won’t you wait for Dr. Xu?”

Ming Jing shook her head: “I saw him just now.”

If he wanted to return it to her, he wouldn’t wait until now.

It seemed that Dr. Xu didn’t want to return the hairband to her after all.

The little nurse rushed back, only to see that Ming Jing’s figure was already gone. She sighed.

She looked up and saw a man standing in the pavilion and immediately asked: “Dr. Xu, the girl who saved someone that night was here just now. I asked her to wait for me. Did you see her?”

Xu Shuhua shook his head: “I didn’t see her.”

“I see.” The little nurse sighed in disappointment, “I didn’t expect her to leave.” She muttered and walked away.

The cold wind blew from all directions, lifting a corner of the white coat.

Xu Shuhua looked down at the silver ribbon in his palm. The fluttering ribbon, as graceful as the girl, flew with the wind.