From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

They were so alike, but it was an artificial imitation, full of pretentious traces, which was really an eyesore.

If it weren’t for fear of ruining things, Zheng Qing would really like to splash the coffee on her face to give her a good wash.

Zheng Qing glanced at Ming Jing: “Tell me, who is she really?”

Ming Jing picked up the chopsticks with her fair hand, the silver texture making her hands even more jade-like.

She lifted the lid of the tripod incense burner, stirred it lightly, and the sandalwood aroma became more distant and peaceful, making people feel like they were falling into a dream and drowsy.

“You’ve met Night Hawk, right?”

Zheng Qing’s wandering thoughts were immediately pulled back, her heart jumped, and she immediately straightened up.

“What did he say to you?”

Without thinking, Zheng Qing blurted out: “A list.”

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late.

“I was asking you about Bo Yujiang, don’t change the topic.”

“No big deal, she’s just a minor character, won’t affect anything.” Ming Jing said lightly.

Bo family’s daughter, a minor character? Only Ming Jing would have such confidence in the world.

“Who’s on the list Night Hawk gave you?” The girl’s gentle voice was like a dreamy murmur.

Zheng Qing stared at her lips and subconsciously uttered a string of names.

Ming Jing took a shallow sip of tea, her eyebrows and eyes curved, this was the first genuine smile Zheng Qing had seen on her face.

“Just do as he told you.”

Zheng Qing was completely confused: “What kind of riddle are you two playing?”

“You’ll find out one day.”

“Why are you saying the same thing as that smelly hawk? Do you take me for a fool?”

“They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, what do you think?”

Zheng Qing: …

So angry, but she still needed to maintain a smile.

“How’s your injury?”

Ming Jing smiled: “It’s nothing, I’ve recovered.”

“What are you planning to do about the Rans?”

“To catch a tiger, you must enter its den.”

Ming Jing’s quiet eight words sent chills down Zheng Qing’s spine.

“What… what are you going to do?”

Ming Jing looked out the floor-to-ceiling window: “It’s been raining for several days, it should clear up, right?”

“Qingqing, help me with something.”

Zheng Qing knew that when Ming Jing called her like this, she could never refuse.

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Qu Feitai saw a man enter Ming Jing’s house through the peephole, and he had seen Ming Jing reject many visitors, even refusing to see people from the Zhus.

It showed that this man had an unusual relationship with her.

After a while, the young man called Eighteen went in.

Qu Feitai counted the time, scratching his head and cheeks, restless, and lost his mood for writing songs.

The two people stayed in Ming Jing’s house for more than an hour before leaving.

As the young man walked into the elevator, he seemed to sense something and turned his head to look in his direction.

Qu Feitai was startled and immediately stepped back, leaning against the door.

After a while, he looked again, and the young man’s figure had disappeared.

He suddenly thought of the words Zhao Qin had said when she stopped him that day.

Eighteen, that’s Xi Yu.

What Ming Jing was thinking and what she was doing, he had no idea, and Qu Feitai suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He wrapped his knees and squatted against the door, as if he had returned to when he was six years old.

It was as if he had fallen into a dark and huge cage, without sun or moon, wind or sound.

Only endless loneliness and boundless despair.

The wind scraping against his body was cold, and he hugged himself tightly.

He had been sleeping a lot lately because only in dreams could he see her without any worries.

Qu Feitai realized a bloody fact: daydreams are still just daydreams.How cruel.

Han Suwen came over in the evening to deliver food and knocked on the door for a long time with no answer, thinking Qu Feitai had gone out.

Ming Chen insisted: “Brother Qu didn’t go out, something must have happened to him.”

Ming Chen pulled Ming Jing to knock on the door, “Ming Jing, Brother Qu is so pitiful, he has no family or friends in Jiangzhou. If he faints in his room alone, no one would know.”

Ming Jing asked Han Suwen, “Didn’t he leave a key?”

Han Suwen slapped her thigh, “Yes, he gave me a spare key earlier.”

Han Suwen hurried back to get the key, opened the door, but the door could only open a crack, blocked by something.

Ming Chen squeezed in through the crack, then suddenly screamed, “Sister Jing, come quickly, Brother Qu has fainted.”

Ming Jing went in to take a look, crouched down, and touched his forehead.

He had already lost consciousness from the fever.

The youngster was curled up, pale as paper, seemingly enduring immense pain.

Ming Jing noticed that he was holding his stomach, and pressed it, Qu Feitai let out a painful moan.

“Acute Appendicitis, call 120.”

Han Suwen said, “He was fine when I brought him lunch at noon, how could he suddenly have acute appendicitis?”

Ming Jing looked towards the balcony, where the door was left open, and the cold wind was blowing in. He was dressed lightly, his constitution already being one of Yin deficiency, and he had not yet recuperated. How could he withstand such torment?

Ming Chen wiped her tears, “Brother Qu is so pitiful.”

Ming Jing touched her head, “You go back, you have school tomorrow, go to bed early.”

“So Sister Jing, are you going with Brother Qu to the hospital?”

Qu Feitai suddenly grabbed Ming Jing’s hand. His body temperature was scorching and his fingers were like fire pincers.

Ming Jing paused for a moment and nodded.

Ming Chen pouted reluctantly and said, “Alright then, Sister Jing, if Brother Qu wakes up, you must tell me.”

Turning around, Ming Chen made a Yes gesture. Brother Qu, you must seize this opportunity.

The ambulance arrived quickly. When the nurse saw that the unconscious person was Qu Feitai and Ming Jing was by his side, her face showed a shocked expression as if she had eaten a big melon.

With professional composure, she managed to hold back her excitement as she and Ming Jing helped Qu Feitai onto the ambulance. Because Qu Feitai never let go of Ming Jing’s hand, she never fell behind and closely followed.

The ambulance sped away, the nurse gave Qu Feitai a pain-relief injection, and he gradually calmed down. But he kept holding Ming Jing’s hand and never let go.

They quickly arrived at the hospital, and Qu Feitai was pushed into the emergency operating room, while Ming Jing took the payment slip to pay.

The hospital’s emergency department was always crowded with people, no matter the time.

Halfway through, Ming Jing suddenly remembered that she didn’t bring her phone and couldn’t pay.

At this moment, someone called out, “Ming Jing?”

Ming Jing looked up, “Dr. Han.”

Han Ye was not in his white coat but in casual clothes, looking tall and straight, much younger than his age. He was already a top surgeon in his early forties, exuding successful confidence and mature elegance.

There were two men with him, one of whom was also a familiar face.

Ming Jing smiled, “Uncle Tao.”

Tao Qian walked over, a trace of concern in his eyes, “Why are you in the hospital?”

Going to the hospital was never a good thing.

The other man looked at Ming Jing with surprise in his eyes.

This must be the famous Ming Jing, even more beautiful in person, stunning enough to leave him speechless.

Ming Jing helplessly said, “A friend of mine has acute appendicitis, and I brought him to the hospital. But when I went to pay, I realized that I didn’t bring my phone.”

“Nowadays, without a phone, it’s hard to get anything done. Let’s pay first. I’ll go with you.” Tao Qian said without asking and told Han Ye and the other man, “You go ahead, I’ll accompany Ming Jing to make the payment.”

Han Ye knew Tao Qian’s daughter was Ming Jing’s best friend and nodded, “I’ll inform the emergency room, later have him transferred to my department. It will be easier for me to take care of him.”

Ming Jing’s friend was probably not an ordinary person.

The emergency room was crowded and inconvenient for Ming Jing.

“Thank you, Dr. Han.”

“Why be polite with me? How’s your injury?”

Ming Jing waved her arm, “It’s already healed, thanks to Dr. Han’s miraculous skills.”

Han Ye shook his head with a smile, “Are you mocking me? Do I need to give a public lecture on your glorious deeds? By then, your goddess aura will be shattered.”

Curiosity showed in Tao Qian and the other doctor’s eyes.

Ming Jing laughed, “Dr. Han, don’t tease me. Uncle Tao, let’s go.”

Han Ye watched Ming Jing’s retreating figure, the other male doctor asked, “Old Han, what’s this shattered goddess aura? Do you two have a secret? You’re not interested in this young girl, are you?”

Han Ye’s face darkened, and he said irritably, “Nonsense! I’m old enough to be her father. Don’t say such things in the future, so as not to tarnish the girl’s reputation.”