From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Why is it so remote? Is it one of those Putian affiliated hospitals?” Liu Shengnan looked at the display on her phone’s navigation, showing that the hospital where Ran Tenghui was staying was nearby.

But this was a dead-end street.

“Sister Nan, could Qian Wei be wrong? If Ran Tenghui is injured, he should be in a big hospital,” Du Juan said, touching her dirty braids.

“Why don’t you give Ran Tenghui a call and ask?”

Liu Shengnan’s face was slightly unnatural. “His phone should be out of battery and turned off.”

Ever since last night, she had not been able to contact Ran Tenghui. Whenever this happened, she knew that Ran Tenghui did not want her to find him, probably because he was with one of his girlfriends.

She, too, was just one of those girlfriends.

She had to find Ran Tenghui and warn those women not to be delusional about eating swan meat as toads; Ran Tenghui was hers.

Suddenly, a large piece of black cloth fell from above their heads, covering both Liu Shengnan and Du Juan. Both of them shrieked in unison.

Four men jumped down from the wall, each of them standing in a corner and exchanging looks.

They proceeded to punch and kick the two people covered with black cloth.

The two screamed for help, “Save us…!”

Their fists rained down like torrential rain, and soon the two could only moan and were unable to speak.

A white BMW pulled up quietly at the mouth of the alley, effectively blocking the exit.

The car window was half down, revealing the girl’s calm and beautiful side profile.

Zheng Qing clicked his tongue, “How ruthless. Is this the consequence of messing with you?”

“If I didn’t have the ability to protect myself, what you would be seeing today would be my corpse. Some people are born evil and cannot be taught, so the only way is to fight evil with evil.”

Zheng Qing glanced at her, “Weren’t you raised a Buddhist? Outsiders say how kind and generous you are, compassionate. They should see what you’re like now.”

The girl’s white fingertips turned the Buddhist beads, her eyes as ethereal as mist.

“Everyone has to pay the price for their actions, and I have my own karmic consequences. ”

“To be honest, I like your temper. You’re just like your mother, always seeking revenge.”

Ming Jing’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

The battle quickly ended. One of the men spat viciously, “Liu Shengnan, you’ve done so much evil that even the heavens can’t stand it anymore! They sent us to punish you. If you still don’t repent, let your parents prepare for losing a child.”

With those words, he deftly jumped back onto the wall and disappeared.

The two huddled on the ground, the black cloth still covering them, for a long time the only sound was their sobbing.

Ming Jing looked away and raised the car window, “Let’s go.”

Liu Shengnan lifted the black cloth covering her body, struggling to sit up. Her face was white as a ghost, but there were no injuries on her face.

Du Juan lay on the ground, utterly without strength to get up, “Nan… Nan… Who… Have you… Offended?” Her words were halting and broken.

Liu Shengnan gritted her teeth, “How would I know?” With that, she covered her chest and gasped for air.

“Once I find out who it is, I’ll skin her alive.”

Lately, Zhu Xiangxiang had become invisible, whether at school or at the Zhu’s. Once proud and gentle, she had grown more and more silent.

After school, she walked out and saw her black Volkswagen, her face darkening.

A few days ago, Lin Qing had given his newly-bought BMW X5 to Ming Jing, along with a dedicated driver.

She had been using this Volkswagen since she started junior high, for five years now. Lin Qing never thought of getting her a new car.

What was she still hoping for? Zhu Xiangxiang laughed mockingly at herself.

As she got in the car, her phone made a sound.

—Miss Zhu, do you want to have a cup of coffee? The person who sent the message was Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling somehow got a hold of her WeChat account and added her proactively.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn’t want to have too many interactions with her initially, but she unknowingly accepted her invitation that day.

Treat me to coffee? Are you that kind-hearted?

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered but ignored the message.

Ding! The other party sent another message—A location at Huaqiang Square’s popular café.

As the car flowed into traffic, Zhu Xiangxiang dreaded facing Ming Jing and Lin Qing and felt the pressure. She instructed the driver, “Go to Huaqiang Square.”

“Miss, Sir is back. He’s on the second floor.” Ming Jing returned from school, and Madam Zhou pointed towards the second floor.

Ming Jing asked, “How is Grandma doing?”

“Very well. She drank the medicine you gave, and her health is improving day by day. Now she can eat two bowls of rice per meal..”