From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 523: 244 Daughter of Wealth (Second Revision)

Chapter 523: 244 Daughter of Wealth (Second Revision)

“A Jiang, what’s wrong with you?” Mao Nana saw the woman next to her maintain a twisted head position, not moving for a while, and couldn’t help but ask, subconsciously turning her head to look.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a suit with a black coat over it and a top hat. His deep, three-dimensional facial features resemble a sculpture, each inch perfectly measured and proportioned by the creator.

This face was so handsome that it was excessive, but it seemed somewhat unrealistic due to its perfection, like a… how to describe it? Like a perfectly crafted mask.

The man’s eyes were gentle, without any aggression, like any other kind and silent middle-aged uncle on the street. What made him better than those uncles was that this man had a mature and dominating aura of an old ruler in every movement, but it was like a sheathed sword, hiding its sharpness and leaving only a gentle appearance.

Mao Nana felt that this man had an inexplicable eerie aura about him and couldn’t help but speak out, “Hey, what are you doing? Do you know who she is? How dare you disrespect her; are you looking for death?”

The woman suddenly grabbed her hand, her thin nails digging into her flesh. Mao Nana cried out in pain, “Why are you pinching me?”

The woman slowly turned her head, took a deep breath, and retracted her hand, gripping the handle of her bag tightly.

Mao Nana was completely baffled by her inexplicable reaction and couldn’t help but glance back at the man. He raised an eyebrow at her, and those gentle eyes hid a dangerously hawkish light. Mao Nana sensed it, but she was not afraid, and snorted coldly.

“You scared my friend, do you know who she is?” She spoke with a spoilt young lady’s tone.

“Nana, stop talking.” The woman said in a low voice, her tone filled with warning.

The man raised an eyebrow, his magnetic, deep voice like an aged wine that intoxicated people.

“Miss Bo, everyone knows who you are, don’t they?”

Mao Nana smirked in satisfaction at first, but then frowned, sensing something off in his tone. Who was he mocking?

“Hey you…”

“Nana.” Bo Yujiang tightly held her hand, glared at her with a warning look, and gently shook her head.

Bo Yujiang had always been gentle, and Mao Nana had never seen her with such a look before. She couldn’t help but be stunned.

Mao Nana leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Why do I feel like you’re so scared of him? Do you know him?”

Bo Yujiang bit her lower lip lightly and shook her head gently.

“Then why are you afraid of him? You are Miss Bo, who would dare to offend you in Jingzhou? Unless they don’t want to live.”

Bo Yujiang just shook her head and didn’t answer her anymore.

At this moment, her heart was a mess.

Why was he here?

Was it for a mission? Or was he here to settle accounts with her…?

Bo Yujiang furrowed her eyebrows, subconsciously gripping her bag tightly, completely oblivious to the beloved limited-edition crocodile skin bag being torn by her fingers.

After the bronze medals were awarded, it was time for the silver medals.

Zhao Heng and Xie Zhen received silver medals. Zhao Heng was disappointed, while Xie Zhen was so excited she nearly jumped.

She hugged Ming Jing, happily saying, “Thank you, Ming Jing. Without you, I wouldn’t have gotten the silver medal.”

Ming Jing smiled, “It was your own hard work.”

Xie Zhen happily went to the stage to receive her award. Zhao Heng, feeling dejected, looked at Ming Jing and Song Yinzhang.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you for the IMO.”

Liu Muxue laughed and waved her hand, “That’s perfect, one less burden, so we won’t be held back during the team competition.”

Zhao Heng’s chest heaved in anger, had she not been a girl, he would’ve punched her already.

Song Yinzhang consoled, “Don’t be discouraged; there’s still a chance.”

When Xie Zhen returned, she excitedly looked at her trophy and certificate, touching and kissing them. Liu Muxue rolled her eyes at her from the side.

Next up were the gold medal winners, a long list of names.

Without any surprises, Liu Muxue, Ming Jing, and Song Yinzhang were among them.

There was also another familiar name—Bo Lianye.

Liu Muxue snorted, “Her presence just won’t go away.”

They were destined to meet again in the national team.

For Bo Lianye, who had been accustomed to winning awards since childhood, a CMO gold medal wouldn’t make her lose her composure. She maintained a properly reserved smile on her face, gracefully walking to the awarding stage under the envious gaze of the audience.As Bo Lianye stood on stage, the applause from the audience seemed to become even more enthusiastic.

Bo Lianye curled her lips, revealing a confident and proud smile.

At this moment, she caught sight of the gaze of the leader in the first row, seemingly lingering on her.

Bo Lianye subtly furrowed her brows and glanced sidelong.

As flawless as white jade, she radiated a gentle and unparalleled glow, neither as blazing as the sun nor purer than the moonlight; she hung high in the sky, spreading warmth and brightness across the earth, naturally receiving the adoration and attention of the world.

It all seemed so natural.

Bo Lianye’s eyebrows creased slightly, and her hand beneath her school uniform sleeve clenched into a fist.

Ming Jing.

In the last row of the audience, a pair of eyes always followed the slender figure; rough fingers gently stroked the stubble on his chin; another hand slipped into the pocket, caressing the embossed lighter with tenderness like water.

“Yezi is so amazing, she won the Gold Medal again, and there’s Ming Jing, the beautiful girl beside Yezi, let me tell you, she’s my future sister-in-law, and she won the Gold Medal too,” Mao Nana chattered on.

Bo Yujiang had no interest in finding out what sort of appearance Mao Nana’s future sister-in-law had; she found every moment on the edge of her seat, wishing she could bolt and flee.

Finally, the awards ceremony was over, and Bo Yujiang said, “Nana, I’m not feeling well. I have to go.”

She grabbed her backpack and left without giving Mao Nana time to react.

Mao Nana turned her head, and the person was already gone.

Even the strange man behind her had disappeared without a trace.

“Never mind, I’ll greet Ming Jing later. The old man asked me to take care of her, so I must cozy up to my future sister-in-law.”

The woman’s footsteps hurried, and after taking just two steps, a pair of black boots appeared in front of her.

She swallowed nervously and took a step back.

“Miss Bo, how have these years of wealth and comfort treated you?” The man picked a heliconia flower and held it to his nose with a sniff.

“Boss, what are you doing here?” Bo Yujiang asked calmly, clenching her bag strap.

The man chuckled, “Guess?”

The simple response made her heart skip a beat. She laughed, “How can I fathom your thoughts, Boss?”

“Didn’t you always love to guess people’s intentions back then? That was your unique skill. It helped you escape the quagmire and become an aristocrat’s daughter. It seems all those years of luxury have dulled your senses?”

Bo Yujiang bowed her head gracefully, revealing an elegant and fair nape.

“I haven’t congratulated you on finding another perfect husband. This is your third marriage, I hope this one has a longer life.”

“You’re joking, Boss.”

With no response, Bo Yujiang couldn’t help but look up, only to meet the man’s eyes, filled with murderous intent. She involuntarily took a step back.

The man smiled, “Don’t be nervous, the real person who wants to settle the debt with you isn’t me.”

Bo Yujiang’s breath hitched, “What do you mean?”

The man raised an eyebrow, twirling the heliconia flower in his hand, laughing coldly and mockingly, “You know very well what I mean, don’t you?”

Taking a deep breath, Bo Yujiang said, “Boss, it was Madam who, back then, …”

“Don’t mention her to me.” The man’s face turned icy, casting a dark shadow, causing Bo Yujiang to tremble and unconsciously shrink her neck.

The man slapped Bo Yujiang’s face with the heliconia flower, “You’ve enjoyed enough years of wealth and luxury.”

Bo Yujiang dared not breathe.

Cold sweat formed in her palm.

The man stepped back and said coldly, “Don’t worry, you are now Miss Bo, Granny Bo’s cherished jewel. Who in Jingzhou would dare lay a finger on you?”

Bo Yujiang discreetly let out a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and a faint curve appeared on her lips.

At this moment, voices came from behind; the students poured out as the award ceremony ended.

“A Jiang” came the voice of Liu Xiangyue from behind her.

When Bo Yujiang looked up, the man had long vanished from sight, leaving only a wilted heliconia flower trembling in the cold wind on the ground.