From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

This matter would not be disclosed to the public, after all, its reach is widespread, and Mr. Shen is also afraid of any backlash.

This is the real show of swords and daggers, bloodless killings. Any strife in the business world in comparison is nothing more than child’s play.

“Ming Jing…” Shen Zhou turned to look at her.

The young girl casually picked a book off the shelf and sat down to read.

In the lamplight, her eyes were cold and aloof.

Of all the books on the shelf, she happened to choose this one.

Shen Zhou looked at her, his gaze becoming gradually profound.

“What exactly do you want to do?”

Ming Jing curved her lips into a smile, seemingly gentle and beautiful, yet sending shivers down the spine of Shen Zhou.

He prided himself on his ability to read people, and he had never gone wrong before.

But when it came to this young girl, he felt that he had not yet seen through her completely.

The girl casually flipped a page of the book and said with a smile, “I want the Qinglong Association.”

She said it so casually, as if she was talking about how nice today’s weather was.

But this one statement was like a silent thunderbolt, leaving those who heard it disoriented.

Shen Zhou stepped back, steadying himself with his hand on the table.

He had thought of countless possibilities, but he never believed that her ambition would be this grand.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “Do you know that Ran Tengxiao is a shrewd man and not an easy target?”

“Yes, I do. But I’m not going to kill him. I want him to be my blade.”

Ming Jing propped her chin with one hand, her gaze appeared gentle as water, yet the depth of her black eyes was icy cold and mysterious, unfathomable.

“You, how…” Shen Zhou was suddenly at a loss for words.

“Brother, could you relay this message to Mr. Shen for me? Consider whether it would be better to discard this blade or to sharpen it. I believe Mr. Shen is wise enough to weigh the matter.”

“Ah… I almost forgot. If Mr. Shen decides to dispose of this blade, he might hurt himself. I’m sure a clever person like Mr. Shen wouldn’t do something that would hurt enemies by a thousand but self-inflict eight hundred.”

The young girl smiled, but Shen Zhou felt a shudder down his spine.

It was a while before he found his voice: “Do…Do you have a plan?”

Such a high-quality sword would be a waste if broken. It would be even better if she could reclaim it.

However, perhaps she is more dangerous than Ran Tengxiao.

Her laugh reflects the simplicity of Buddha, but her heart encapsulates the dark machinations of a demon.

Her slender hands, under the lamp, glowed like jade in their pure splendor, utterly beautiful like a piece of art.

Under Shen Zhou’s watchful eyes, she gently turned the pages of the book.

She was planning a great game.

Since their return to Jiangzhou, everyone had become pawns on her chessboard.

Shen Zhou suddenly chuckled, saying, “No matter what you’re planning, Big Brother will always be your staunchest supporter.”

He was simply afraid that she would get hurt, that was all.

As long as she was happy playing this game of chess, that was enough.

Ming Jing smiled and said, “Thank you, Big Brother.”

She put the book back on the shelf, dusted off her sleeves, and said, “It’s late, I should head back.”

“Please pass the message to Mr. Shen, to obtain something, you must first give something.”

If Ran Tengxiao wants that position, then give it to him.

After seeing off Ming Jing, Shen Zhou walked to the bookshelf, his gaze falling on the book Ming Jing had just been reading.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

Of all the books on the shelf, she just happened to pick this one.

What are you hinting at?

Shen Zhou walked to the French window; a car light snaked its way down the dark mountain road, gradually disappearing into the distance.

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Passing by Zuifei Dessert, Ming Jing directed Du Ze to stop the car.

The cakes from her shop were well-known near and far, and many internet celebrities came for the experience.

Even late at night, there were still some customers.

As the wind chime on the door jingled melodiously, a shop assistant greeted respectfully, “Welcome to Zuifei Dessert.”

Looking up to see the young girl walking in, the shop assistant was completely at a loss for words.

This face, none in Jiangzhou were unfamiliar with.”Mi… Ming Jing?” The attendant stuttered, instantly thinking about the title of tomorrow’s public account post.

What sort of delicacies attract Ming Jing to our store? It’s Zuifei Dessert!

A living advertisement was within her grasp.

The other two customers were a couple of young girls. They seemed to have just gotten off their night shifts. Seeing Ming Jing made them instantaneously excited, pushing and pulling each other, wanting to approach but not daring to.

Why does the rigid black coat look so exquisite on her? More mysterious, more appealing than the black night behind her.

Thin and tall, with a slender neck, straight shoulders – a perfect clothes hanger. Absolutely amazing.

Ming Jing picked out a few cakes from the glass case, “Make Frozen and Snow White into strawberry flavored, put more peaches in Drunken Butterfly, I want three mixed fruit ones and in one of them don’t include strawberries.”

Ming Yi was obsessed with Frozen, Ming Chen adored Disney princesses, and both liked strawberries. Liu Muxue had many butterfly accessories, her favorite fruit was peaches. Ming Ti did not like strawberries whereas Xiao Ying and Han Suwen were not picky, they would eat anything.

Ming Jing took everyone’s preferences into account.

With such a large order, the attendant could not discern which flavor she fancied.

The baker, who was about to get off work, heard about the big order. Originally reluctant as it was delaying his sleep time, he ran into the cake room without even putting on his shoes upon learning it was for Ming Jing.

“Sorry, our baker will make your order on the spot, it might take some time. Please wait in the rest area.”

Ming Jing walked to the rest area and took a seat, grabbing a magazine from a nearby shelf and reading through it quietly.

The assistant took out the boss’s treasured tea leaves to prepare for her, and personally delivered them.

“Thank you.”

Ah, her voice was so gentle, so pleasant to hear.

The attendant and the two customers were all sneakily taking photos with their phones, showing off on Weibo.

One was promoting the shop, while the other was purely showing off.

Ming Jing had once again become popular because of her beauty, however, she was blissfully unaware.

The trending search was filled with requests for the brand of Ming Jing’s black coat. When people realized it was from Xi Yue’er, and they only made that one model so it was not for sale on their official website, the other coats from the same brand sold out. Even though they couldn’t wear the same coat as the goddess, wearing the same brand was good too.

Xi Yue Er had collaborated with numerous stars, but none had ever achieved the effect of Ming Jing’s casual outing – truly, a sales queen.

Afterwards, the knockoff versions sold out on Taobao. Previously, the predicted popular color for the upcoming year in fashion circles was green. This prediction was wildly mocked and scoffed at by internet users.

So-called fashion is strange and unorthodox, gaining attention through shocking visual attacks, it has long triggered public dissatisfaction.

This is not the fashion of the general public, but the fashion of a group of artists who regard themselves as artistic.

The true fashion is minimalist, grand, and timeless.

The fashionable color for the next year, undoubtedly, would be black and white.

Fashion does not come from this piece of clothing, this single color, but from the confidence deep within one’s bone marrow.

Ming Jing’s name, with her own strength, stirred up a storm in the fashion world.

Of course, she didn’t know any of these. After waiting for about an hour, the items she wanted were all ready to go.

After paying, the attendant was going to personally send off Ming Jing but Ming Jing declined with a smile, “No need for that, just hand it to me.”

The attendant blushed, “I… I can do that.”

“It’s very late, you guys should get off work.” Ming Jing took the paper bag from the attendant’s hand and turned to leave.

The attendant held her flushed face, watching Ming Jing get into a black car, “Is there a more beautiful, gentle girl in the world? No, suddenly I feel that Qu Feitai is not good enough for her, what should I do?”

“Ah, sorry Qu Feitai, what should I do if I want to switch up?”

Zuifei Dessert, already famous, became even more popular.

There were a lot of people who had stayed up that night.

They saw on the trending topics that Ming Jing had returned to Jiangzhou and visited a cake shop late at night. She bought several small cakes, bringing a lot of people back to life.

When Ming Jing arrived home, her three sisters were still up, obediently sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

It seemed like if she didn’t let them chat with their elder sister, the three sisters wouldn’t sleep.

Ming Jing handed them the cakes. The three of them were so excited. Ming Yi and Ming Chen hugged Ming Jing’s leg, “Sister, you’re really our good sister.”

Han Suwen and Xiao Ying also had their cakes, they felt warm inside.

Their Miss always thought of others, but what she liked to eat, the two of them still couldn’t figure out.

Ming Jing asked, “Where is Liu Muxue?”

“In your room, sister.”

Liu Muxue came down yawning, wearing a sexy camisole nightdress, exposing a large area of her chest.

Ming Chen’s eyes were practically popping out.

Ming Jing frowned, “Go back, put more clothes on.”

Liu Muxue pouted, and sulkily went back.

When she showed up again, she was more appropriately dressed. Seeing that she also had a cake, the irritation vanished like smoke.

It was her favorite peach-flavored one.

In her three sisters’ expectant gazes, Ming Jing dialed Ye Zhen’s number.