From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

She was entirely hidden in the shadows of the lights, her expression unclear. Her skirt, whiter than snow, gently fluttered in the night wind.

Qu Feitai slightly furrowed his brow, recalling her words just now.

The heart-wrenching melancholy seemed to come from a time-worn old man who had experienced the hardships, betrayals, and pain of the world and finally reached reconciliation and let go of everything.

Qu Feitai looked at her calm and composed face, his heart suddenly ached.

She was still a young girl, at the most carefree age, yet she seemed like an old person who had gone through a thousand sails. Rather than letting go, it was more like suppressing it all along.

Even if she had been worshipping Buddha since childhood, it would be impossible to completely let go of everything. Even Buddha, could he truly transcend the world?

Qu Feitai raised his hand and hesitated above her shoulder before ultimately lowering it, feeling helpless.

Ye Zhen leaned on Lan Huixin’s shoulder, looking distraught as she walked out.

Ming Jing glanced at her indifferently and walked away.

Qu Feitai took a few long strides to catch up.

Lan Huixin supported Ye Zhen and quickly followed.

“Considering you are a minor, and the other party will not pursue your actions, the police will not file a case against you, and you can leave now.”

After she explained her relationship with Liang Xiaohong and what Liang Xiaohong had asked her to do, the police lectured her for a bit and then let her go.

Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned, “Not pursue?”

“Yes, Ms. Ming Jing considered your youth and that you were instigated by others. Thinking of your reputation and future, she decided not to pursue the matter. You must be a good person after leaving and never do such unscrupulous things again,” the policewoman advised earnestly.

“At Ms. Ming Jing’s request, this incident will not be included in your record. You must be grateful and never repay kindness with enmity.”

Zhu Xiangxiang walked out of the police station in a daze, shivering from the cold wind. She couldn’t help but rub her arms to keep warm.

At the Crown Club, she was just wearing a dress, and the heating was turned up in the private room. When she was taken away by the police, they didn’t treat her gently. She entered the police station in her thin dress. When she came out, the kind-hearted policewoman gave her a coat, but due to the snow tonight, the thick coat couldn’t ward off the biting cold wind.

Zhu Xiangxiang sneezed, tightened her coat, and saw a black sedan parked in front of the police station. As someone who grew up in a wealthy family, she could tell at a glance that it was an extremely low-profile luxury car.

The more wealthy and capable someone is, the more low-key they usually are. In contrast, those who always wear designer clothes and drive limited edition sports cars have a flashy, upstart air without depth or taste. The Zhus were just like that.

Even if they were rich, they couldn’t change their inherent tackiness.

Zhu Xiangxiang saw the driver get out, walk over, and open the rear door. She instinctively moved to the side of the road, grasping her coat nervously.

A man in a suit bent down to get out of the car. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked refined and scholarly.

After standing up, the man looked at the police station emblem and smiled. He went inside, briskly carrying his briefcase.

All Zhu Xiangxiang could do is watch the man walk by her and disappear into the doorway. Suddenly, she realized who he was.

He… he was Li Qingzhuo, the most famous lawyer in the country, who never lost a case.

Last time Zhu Shaodan got into trouble, the Zhus hired a whole team of lawyers, but they couldn’t compete with him alone.

In the legal circle, there’s a saying: Li Qingzhuo alone can defeat a thousand enemies. The saying was not an exaggeration.

Why would he appear here? Was he here for Liang Xiaohong?

If he was Liang Xiaohong’s lawyer, it would be dangerous. Liang Xiaohong would definitely be released on bail.

How could she, just an agent, be able to get Li Qingzhuo to help her?

Then she realized something wasn’t right. She remembered Ming Jing mentioning deeper capital behind Liang Xiaohong, which was the real source of her fearlessness.

Zhu Xiangxiang felt her body and realized she had lost her phone at the Crown Club. How could she inform Ming Jing?

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Xiangxiang mustered her courage and walked back into the police station.

She held her breath and tiptoed in, and saw that the bustling hall was as quiet as a pin drop. The police officers were busy at their posts, but their eyes unconsciously glanced in the same direction.