From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 403: 186 Humiliation (Second Update)

Chapter 403: 186 Humiliation (Second Update)

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Lin Qing didn’t bother to explain and turned to leave.

Xiao Ying clenched her teeth, finally seeing how biased Madam was. Even at this point, all she could think about was Zhu Xiangxiang.

What kind of spell had Zhu Xiangxiang cast on Madam?

Thinking about being fired by Madam and unable to serve her young lady any longer, her heart ached.

She left dejectedly with her head down.

As the two figures disappeared into the elevator, Zhao Xiaohui slowly came out from the stairway entrance.

“Mom,” Deng Yang happily called out when he saw her.

Zhao Xiaohui walked over with a thermos, “What are you drawing?”

“I’m drawing sister.” Deng Yang showed Zhao Xiaohui the half-finished drawing.

Such appearance and temperament belonged to none other than Zhu Xiangxiang, the universally praised young lady of the Zhus.

Zhao Xiaohui curled her lips: “Yangyang, your drawing is excellent.”

“Just now, Sister Xiao Ying came and brought me chicken soup. Sister is so nice. I really like her a lot,” Deng Yang said with an adoring face.

“Mom, when will sister come to see me?” Deng Yang asked expectantly while holding Zhao Xiaohui’s hand.

Zhao Xiaohui tried to hold back her tears, unwilling to disappoint her son, “Your sister has to go to school, and high school is very demanding. With such good grades, she definitely has to work harder than others. When she has time, she’ll come to see you, Yangyang.”

“Sister is so amazing, I want to get better soon, so I can go to school with her.”

“Mom, can my illness be cured?”

Zhao Xiaohui patted Deng Yang’s head: “Of course, it can be cured. Your sister donated her bone marrow to you, so you must repay her kindness in the future. Without her, you wouldn’t be here now.”

Deng Yang nodded, “I understand, mom.”

Zhao Xiaohui turned away, holding back tears that threatened to burst.

Upon entering the house, Zhu Xiangxiang felt an oppressive atmosphere. Lin Qing was sitting on the living room sofa, and when she saw her, she stood up and said, “Follow me,” then went upstairs.

Zhu Xiangxiang followed uneasily, wondering what had happened.

Upon entering the room, Lin Qing turned to her and asked sharply, “Is it true about Deng Yang?”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s heart skipped a beat, immediately understanding where Lin Qing’s anger came from.

She never expected to keep this a secret from Lin Qing forever, especially with the rumors swirling around school. It was only a matter of time before Lin Qing found out, but she didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

Zhu Xiangxiang quickly adjusted her emotions, putting on a tearful face: “Mom, do you think the same as those people? Do you think I’m a heartless white-eyed wolf, indifferent to my own brother’s life and death?”

Lin Qing silently stared at her, knowing that her daughter wasn’t as simple as she seemed after the incident with the drugged drink. That matter had always been her concern.

Zhu Xiangxiang knew that this was a huge obstacle and that Lin Qing wasn’t a fool. She must be suspicious of her. If she didn’t handle it well, she’d be kicked out of the Zhus’ house in no time.

Zhu Mingjing had calculated this move well, catching her off guard. But she had already grasped the key to securing her position in the Zhus’ wealth.

Zhu Xiangxiang laughed bitterly, backing away, “So this is what you really think of me, mom. I deserve to be abandoned, deceived, and used as a tool for bone marrow donation. In the end, even my mother doesn’t trust me. What’s the point of living?”

With these words, she angrily slammed her head into the wall.

Lin Qing was startled and rushed to hold her, “Xiangxiang, what are you doing? If there’s a problem, explain it properly, don’t do anything rash.”

Zhu Xiangxiang clung to Lin Qing, sobbing loudly.

Xiao Ying followed Ming Jing into the Zhus’ living room.

With her young lady’s support, Xiao Ying’s back straightened.

Ming Jing spoke indifferently: “Xiao Ying, go upstairs and call Madam and Zhu Xiangxiang down. I have something to discuss with them.”

Xiao Ying immediately went upstairs.

Zhu Shaodan and Zhu Wentao walked in one after the other. Upon seeing Ming Jing, Zhu Wentao’s eyes darkened, but he quickly concealed it and smiled, “Ming Jing is back from school. Did you get tired from class today?”

Ming Jing pointed to the sofa and spoke indifferently, “Sit.”Zhu Shaodan rolled his eyes: “What’s going on?”

Ming Jing spoke to Madam Zhou who came out of the kitchen, “Please invite Granny Zhu.”

Remembering how the madam had stormed in and solemnly called Zhu Xiangxiang away, Madam Zhou sensed trouble brewing.

Worriedly glancing at Ming Jing, Madam Zhou turned and entered Granny Zhu’s room.

Zhu Xiangxiang walked down from the second floor arm in arm with Lin Qing, looking at Ming Jing’s gaze and curling her lips with smug satisfaction.

Even if you’re cunning and calculating, you can’t fight the human heart.

Ming Jing calmly looked away, not taking Zhu Xiangxiang’s provocation seriously.

Suddenly, Ming Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly. Zhu Shaodan, who was sitting across from her, rubbed his arm, suddenly feeling a chilly sensation.

Xiao Ying followed Zhu Xiangxiang and Lin Qing down the stairs. A red slap mark on her left cheek was striking. At this moment, her eyes were red, and she walked aggrievedly to Ming Jing’s side.

Ming Jing held prayer beads, her fingertips sliding over each one.

Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, her face as cold as jade.

Lin Qing glanced at her, “Come here, I have something to say to you.”

Ming Jing sat still. Lin Qing’s tone became more serious: “Did you not hear me?”

“If you have anything to say, just say it in front of everyone,” Ming Jing said indifferently.

“Wasn’t it you who spread the rumors about Xiangxiang at school? I told you, Xiangxiang won’t fight with you. Why can’t you live with her?”

Zhu Shaodan raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Ming Jing with a gloating look.

The rumors were very detailed, and anyway, Zhu Xiangxiang’s reputation was ruined. According to the analysis of the beneficiary, Zhu Mingjing was the only suspect.

Let’s see how she explains it.

“What does this have to do with Ming Jing? You come up and directly accuse her, when did you become so unable to tell right from wrong?” Granny Zhu sat on the wheelchair pushed by Madam Zhou, speaking coldly.

“Mom, do you know how much damage this has done to Xiangxiang’s reputation?”

Granny Zhu interrupted her, “You ask Zhu Xiangxiang if she did those things or not. Since she did them, don’t blame others for talking. Moreover, do you have any evidence to prove that Ming Jing spread the rumors?”

“Xiangxiang was deceived by Zhao Xiaohui. Zhao Xiaohui called her back to donate bone marrow for Deng Yang. She even drugged Xiangxiang’s water, planning to perform the surgery while Xiangxiang was unconscious. Is Xiangxiang not pitiful?”

Granny Zhu sneered, glancing at Zhu Xiangxiang, “You really know how to make excuses, completely winning over your mom. You have some skill.”

Zhu Xiangxiang said: “Granny, I know you don’t like me. But for this matter, I was really deceived by my mom. I’m not unwilling to donate bone marrow to Yangyang, I just can’t stand the deception. I never thought it would cause such an uproar in school… How am I to show my face in the future…?”

Her words trailed off into a sob, tears streaming down her cheeks, a pitiable sight.

Granny Zhu was not swayed by her act, snorting coldly, “Blatant sophistry.”

Zhu Wentao had been listening for a while and finally pieced the story together. He sighed and looked at Ming Jing, “Ming Jing, I’m not blaming you, but it’s not right if you did this. Xiangxiang is your sister, and if her reputation is ruined, how can you benefit? You are both daughters of the Zhus. One’s honor is everyone’s, and so is one’s shame. Why don’t you understand this?”

Zhu Shaodan sneered disdainfully, “Some people are simply selfish. They don’t really consider us family.”

Everyone argued back and forth, and the blame was pinned on Ming Jing.

“Are you done?” Ming Jing asked indifferently.

She paused her prayer beads, slightly lifting her eyes. Her dense, long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. In an instant, she emanated a captivating beauty.

The entire hall fell silent for a moment.

Ming Jing looked at Xiao Ying and asked calmly, “Who hit you?”

Xiao Ying covered her face, aggrievedly glanced at Lin Qing, “It was Zhu Xiangxiang.”

Ming Jing nodded, “Hit her back.”

Xiao Ying hesitated, and everyone, including Lin Qing, was stunned.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face turned pale. She pointed at Ming Jing incredulously, “She’s just a servant, and I hit her. How dare you let her hit me back? You can’t humiliate me like this just because you have a grudge against me.”

Ming Jing ignored her, sitting upright on the sofa with a calm expression, her prayer beads gently stroking her fair fingertips.

“Servant? Your humiliation is quite feudal. Xiao Ying…”