From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 8: 008 Match

On the way back, Jiang Chunlan took a glance at the young man sitting beside her.

Neon lights outside the car window whizzed past, casting an even colder shadow on the boy's eyebrows and eyes.

"Xiao Chen, what do you think of Li's granddaughter?"

Jiang Jinchen slightly furrowed his brows, saying, "Average."

He didn't have the habit of talking bad about people behind their backs.

Jiang Chunlan fell silent for a moment before sighing, "The Chengs won the gamble."

With just one ambiguous statement, Jiang Jinchen, who was sensitive, instantly understood everything.

Jiang Chunlan gently patted the back of Jiang Jinchen's hand and softly said, "Your mother won't force you. Just try to get to know her first; if it doesn't work out, forget about it."

"Everything has been foreseen by Master Wu Xin, I hope everything can turn out well for our family."

Jiang Jinchen was very curious who was the little master his mother always mentioned – always so elusive.

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Lin Qing returned home dejected and bumped into Zhu Wentao outside the main gate.

"How did it go?"

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Lin Qing shook her head, "Madam Jiang refused to help."

Zhu Wentao replied helplessly, "I knew this would happen. The situation in Jingdu has changed, and Madam Jiang is struggling to take care of herself."

Lin Qing did not understand these matters and cried out, "What do we do? Do I have to watch Shaodan go to prison just like that? He is still so young..."

Zhu Wentao was also worried, rubbing his temples, "I'll think of another way."

Recently, his company's capital chain had also encountered problems, and he had been working overtime to the point where he didn't even have time to drink water.

It's like misfortunes coming one after another.

Upon entering the living room, Madam Zhou was cleaning up the dining room. A big pot was on the dining table, and its faint aroma teased Zhu Wentao's appetite.

Zhu Wentao walked over quickly, lifted the lid, and saw that half a pot of soup remained. "Madam Zhou, give me a bowl."

Madam Zhou was surprised, "Sir haven't had dinner? You should have asked your assistant to inform us earlier, so we could have prepared dinner for you."

"I forgot about it while I was busy. This soup looks good, I'll make do with it."

Zhu Wentao took a sip and couldn't help but praise, "What kind of soup is this? It tastes good."

Madam Zhou smiled, "It's Poria, Walnut, and Lean Pork Soup, with more than a dozen Chinese medicinal ingredients. It nourishes the liver and kidneys, and has a gentle taste. Ms. Ming Jing specially prepared it for the old lady."

Zhu Wentao was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "This child is filial, not bad."

He had hardly seen his own daughter since she arrived home. In this family, she had no presence, like an invisible person. If she could read other people's faces, she would have come out and shown her existence.

Lin Qing snorted disdainfully beside him, "Just a little trick."

Zhu Xiangxiang returned to her room and dialed the number of the private detective Lin Qing had provided her.

Ever since seeing Madam Jiang tonight, she had been unable to shake a suspicion in her heart. She had always trusted her intuition, so she had to verify it.

As the private detective had received a generous reward, he naturally answered all her questions.

After she was swapped, Ming Jing's mother became pregnant out of wedlock and was unable to raise a child. She deserted her at the gate of Jiyue Temple on Baitou Mountain and was later adopted by Master Wu Xin of Jiyue Temple. Master Wu Xin had adopted a total of five disciples, with Ming Jing being the second.

Master Wu Xin, with her kind heart and superb healing skills, provided free medical consultations for the poor people from the mountain without asking for any money. In addition, she would also take the initiative to offer medicine. Thus, Jiyue Temple had gained a good reputation in the small town at the foot of Baitou Mountain, and even some people from further away would drive there for treatment.Zhu Xiangxiang asked, "Does Ming Jing often leave the mountain?"

The private detective paused before replying, "According to our investigation, Master Wu Xin passed away three months ago and Ming Jing took three junior sisters down the mountain on the temple fair day. Many people saw them and even had conflicts with others. However, with Master Wu Xin's reputation, the villagers all helped them and they didn't suffer any loss."

Zhu Xiangxiang also wanted him to investigate Madam Jiang's visit to Baitou Mountain two years ago. However, upon hearing this, he directly declined, "I can't take this job. Do you want to kill me? Not everyone can be investigated." After that, he quickly hung up the phone.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't get the answer she wanted, but she wasn't discouraged. She hoped she was just overthinking it.

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In the morning, Senior Class 1/8 and Senior 2 Class 1 had physical education class at the same time.

As usual, the physical education class began with running two laps for warm-up, then testing the 800 meters for both boys and girls, followed by free time.

With only one physical education teacher, the two classes were mixed together for the test.

The students wore special sports uniforms for the class, which consisted of blue and white short-sleeved sportswear and pants, simple and sporty.

Ming Jing's height of 1.7 meters made her stand out among the girls. The smallest S size still appeared a bit big on her, with long arms and legs. Some girls who loved browsing fashion magazines secretly measured her and said enviously, "Wrists past mid-thigh, she's a standard nine-head figure."

Ming Jing was placed at the back of the line because of her height. As she waited quietly at the back, her shoulder was tapped.

"Ming Jing, what a coincidence, we're in the same PE class." There was the warm voice of Zhu Xiangxiang, but Ming Jing didn't turn around.

Zhu Xiangxiang was the school's sweetheart, and wherever she went, she was the center of attention. Especially among the first-year students, they had a mysterious admiration for her.

Seeing the goddess actually talk to an unheard-of transfer student, everyone was puzzled. Tao Xingxing, who was in the line in front of Ming Jing, perked up her ears to eavesdrop, her entire body filled with gossip.

"Mm." Ming Jing responded indifferently, her gaze focusing on the figures on the track.

"Let's run together in a bit, we can be partners. Actually, I really hate the 800-meter test, it's so painful. This is your first time, you need to be psychologically prepared."

"Thank you."

What was going on? Where was the cool and aloof goddess? Chattering like an old woman with the other party, and the other party dared to ignore her?

Finally, it was the last group's turn. Five people ran together. Ming Jing stood at the starting line with Tao Xingxing and Zhu Xiangxiang on her left and right.

"Wanna make a bet?"

Ming Jing glanced over at her.

As if finally provoking some emotions in the opponent, Zhu Xiangxiang said confidently, "If I win, you'll wear a nice wig tomorrow. If I lose..."

Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes rolled. "I'll agree to do one thing for you, as long as it doesn't violate my principles. Whatever you ask, I'll do."

If Ming Jing did wear a wig tomorrow, whether it looked good or not, it would confirm the gossip about her wearing wigs. The chances of it damaging her were high if those unstable young minds spread rumors about it.

Ming Jing's mouth curved into a smile as the warm spring sun fell into her eyes, making her look like a myriad of tiny stars on the surface of a lake.

"Just leave me alone."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face stiffened, not expecting the other party to be so blunt.

The starting gun rang, and the five of them took off at the same time. For a moment, the cheers for Zhu Xiangxiang on the field attracted many students from nearby classrooms to stretch their heads outside to watch.

Ming Jing soon fell behind, but she maintained a constant distance between her and the overtaking Zhu Xiangxiang and another girl from her class. Ming Jing's pace was leisurely, without any sense of competition.

More crucially, the other girls were visibly tired as they ran, while Ming Jing remained fresh and composed.

This made no sense!