From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Gu Qingshan shuddered a little, squinted at Ming Jing, and saw the girl’s cheeks flushed and her eyes blurry, but she still tried to stay sober. He sneered, “You want to seek justice for Zhu Wentao?”

“If that’s the case, I might as well tell you that Zhou Ling was my woman. I just didn’t expect her to lose to you. You’re smart, but being my woman, you shouldn’t be too smart— being more foolish is better.”

“It was you who killed her.”

“Shhhh, you can’t talk nonsense. Do you have evidence?” Gu Qingshan would never admit to such a thing; it was impossible for him to admit it even in death.

“I have a sound recording of Zhou Ling before she died.” Ming Jing suddenly straightened her back, dusted off her skirt, and there was no sign of embarrassment from before. She was calm, elegant, pure, and noble, and her eyes were cold and invulnerable.

Gu Qingshan looked horrified: “Impossible, how could you have…?”

Ming Jing took out a recording pen and played it. It was indeed Zhou Ling’s voice.

You, you, you…!” Gu Qingshan’s finger trembled as he pointed at her: “You set me up?”

“Mr. Gu, those who commit evil will eventually meet their end.”

“I saw you drink the tea with my own eyes. Why didn’t it affect you?”

Ming Jing smiled: “I’d advise Mr. Gu to use less of this vulgar aphrodisiac. Oh, you won’t have the chance to use it again.”

“You…” Gu Qingshan rushed over, but the girl stood still. At this moment, a shadow flashed at the window, and a figure kicked Gu Qingshan’s wrist. Gu Qingshan was kicked in the chest and fell to the ground in disgrace.

“Ms. Zhu, are you alright?” The newcomer stood in front of Ming Jing and asked.

Ming Jing squinted: “Why is it you?”

Gu Qingshan pointed at Ye Jian: “You… you’re all in this together.”

“Help, help!” Gu Qingshan called out hoarsely.

The door opened, and Ye Shuang pushed in two men. With one kick each, the two men rolled miserably toward Gu Qingshan.

Ye Shuang glanced at Ming Jing and clenched her fists secretly.

A man walked in, his lips curled in a smile, graceful and dashing.

Ming Jing frowned: “Mr. Ran.”

“Ran Tengxiao,” Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth, “you’ve ruined my plans again.”

“Well, Mr. Gu, to say that is quite biased. What I’m doing is saving the beauty. How can a pure and noble beauty like Ms. Zhu be tainted by you? When Shen Zhou seeks revenge, I won’t be able to bear it.”

Ran Tengxiao stepped to Ming Jing’s side and whispered softly, “Are you alright?”

Ming Jing shook her head: “Mr. Ran, your timing was perfect.”

As if unable to hear the sarcasm in Ming Jing’s words, Ran Tengxiao raised his eyebrows, walked over to Gu Qingshan, and said, “Mr. Gu, did I not warn you not to harbor improper thoughts and not to mess with people you shouldn’t mess with?”

The man’s tone was gentle, but his eyes held a fierce killing intent.

It was as if Gu Qingshan was seeing the true face of this man for the first time. This was the real Ran Tengxiao.

“Ran Tengxiao, do you really want to be my enemy?”

“Hahaha, Gu Qingshan, do you still think you have any value? If I want you alive, you’ll live; if I want you dead, you’ll die.”

“Jiangzhou isn’t your place to dictate.”

Patting Gu Qingshan’s face, Ran Tengxiao leisurely said, “Human hearts are never satisfied, like the snake who wishes to swallow the elephant. You’ve been greedy enough, but you’re still not satisfied, so I have no choice but to apologize.”

Ran Tengxiao didn’t look at him again and ordered Ye Jian: “Hand him over to Mr. Shen.”

After Ye Jian took Gu Qingshan away, the room became quiet.

Ran Tengxiao took off his coat and draped it over Ming Jing before suddenly picking her up by her waist.

Ming Jing struggled, but heard the man’s laughing voice above her head: “You didn’t have to drink that cup of tea.”

Ming Jing pursed her lips, “Gu Qingshan is highly vigilant. If I hadn’t drunk it, he wouldn’t have believed me, and I wouldn’t have been able to get the truth out of him.””How great indeed.” The man scoffed coldly, his tone somewhat ironic.

Ming Jing said indifferently, “Put me down, I can walk on my own.”

Without saying anything further, Ran Tengxiao strode out, Ming Jing’s eyes flashed, her fingers pressed on the acupoint of Ran Tengxiao’s left shoulder. Ran Tengxiao’s arm went numb, but he still didn’t let go.

“Don’t move, or I’ll throw you from the second floor.”

Downstairs, the green water rippled, phosphorescence shimmering in the moonlight.

“Go ahead and throw me, it’ll serve to wake me up.”

Ming Jing’s tone was not joking at all. Ran Tengxiao was stupefied for a moment before shaking his head and laughing softly, “Do you know how many women would love to throw themselves into my arms?”

“Then go find those women.”

“Ordinary and vulgar, they can’t compare to the pure and refined Ms. Zhu.” Ran Tengxiao walked down the stairs with large strides.

Ming Jing squinted her eyes. In front of Ran Tengxiao, she couldn’t reveal her martial arts skills, so she would have to swallow this loss in secret.

Ye Shuang looked at the tall and straight figure of the man in front of her, with the young girl nestled against him like a little bird, creating a beautiful scene.

She couldn’t help but secretly clench her fists.

“Mr. Ran, I’m telling you one last time, let me go.”

Ming Jing’s voice was like a melodious warbler, no longer cold and indifferent as before, but instead filled with a hint of frail coquettishness.

Saying this, Ming Jing was immediately dumbfounded.

“I advise you not to speak for a while, or else I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist.”

Ming Jing took a deep breath, her eyes frosty, “Please show me some respect.”

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow and saw Shen Zhou standing by the car not far away. Shen Zhou strode over and said solemnly, “Mr. Ran, please hand my sister over to me.”

Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips, “Mr. Shen, I can’t do that. If I let her go, she’ll frame me for bullying her, and not even jumping into the Yellow River could wash my innocence away.”

Shen Zhou was infuriated by the man’s shamelessness, and shouted angrily, “Don’t push your luck!”

Ran Tengxiao smiled and nodded, “It’s an honor for someone to be bullied by me, Ran Tengxiao.”

With that, he walked past Shen Zhou and left.

Shen Zhou was infuriated, “Ran Tengxiao, stop right there! If you don’t release my sister today, we’ll be irreconcilable.”

“You can give it a try.”

Ran Tengxiao got into the car and drove away, leaving Shen Zhou in hot pursuit, choking on the exhaust fumes.

“This Ran Tengxiao, brazenly kidnapping someone in broad daylight, is there no law left?”

Shen Ke had never seen Shen Zhou so angry before, “Sir, he wouldn’t dare do anything to Miss.”

“In Jiangzhou, what is there that this madman doesn’t dare to do?” Shen Zhou gritted his teeth, “Follow him!”

Inside the car, Ran Tengxiao put Ming Jing on the seat. He tried to touch her face, but she slapped his hand away. Ming Jing took out a dagger and, under Ran Tengxiao’s shocked gaze, stabbed it fiercely into her thigh, blood flowing in an instant.

The tea contained a hallucinogen, and she needed to use pain to stimulate herself to stay rational.

Ran Tengxiao sneered and grabbed her wrist holding the dagger, “Zhu Ming Jing, you’re ruthless enough.”

Ming Jing shook off his hand, coldly staring at him, her voice like icy shards, “Don’t touch me.”

“Fine, very well.” Ran Tengxiao withdrew his hand, “I won’t touch you, satisfied?”

Ming Jing wiped the dagger on her skirt, the white hem already soaked with blood, a sight both beautiful and heartrending.

“Mr. Ran can get any woman he wants, why waste your energy on me? I swear in this life to cultivate Buddhism, and not indulge in love. I hope Mr. Ran will grant me this wish.”

“Zhu Ming Jing, have you tasted the flavor of love? It’s intoxicating and destructive, impossible to resist once experienced…” The man was like a suddenly enraged lion, fiercely grabbing Ming Jing’s hands and pinning her down on the seat, looking down at her eyes from above.