From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 132

Chapter 132: 075 Human Nature (First Update)

Translator: 549690339

Ming Jing took a step forward, and the woman holding the child took a step back, her eyes seeming to want to tear Ming Jing apart.

“No one can take my Nannan away… Nannan, be good, Mommy will take you home.” The woman gently patted the girl’s back. her voice soft as water-

“Sister, she is Nannan.” Ming Jing walked forward step by step, her steps slow and gentle, her calm voice seemed to carry a magical power to bewitch.

The woman was stunned, overcome with joy and tears, and said to her husband, “I told you, she’s my Nannan, how could I mistake her for the daughter I gave birth to?”

The man said bitterly, “Suwen, wake up, she’s not…”.

Shen Ke quickly grabbed him and shook his head.

“Now we can’t stimulate her. Let her say whatever she wants, and first placate her feelings. Look at that girl.” Shen Ke signalled him to look at Ming Jing.

Before they knew it, she was almost close to Han Suwen.

Qin Xu hurriedly said, “Yes, you’re right, she’s our Nannan. You hurt Nannan, let her go first, okay?”

Han Suwen looked down at the child in her arms, “Nannan, did Mommy hurt you? I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional, don’t blame Mommy, okay?”

Ming admired the woman in front of her with tearful eyes, seemingly possessed by a ghost, she reached out her little hand to wipe away the teardrops on the woman’s face: “Don’t cry.”

Han Suwen looked at her in shock, her gaze seemed a bit clearer, and she suddenly thought of something, she stretched out her hand to grab the girl’s dress on her back, the dress was tight, she was anxious, and with a “tear” sound, she tore the dress, and the girl pushed her away in fright.

“Nannan, be good, let Mommy have a look.” The woman’s tone was very urgent, as if she wanted to desperately prove something.

At this moment, a slender hand grabbed her wrist, not giving her time to react, the other person’s hand was very strong, easily twisting her wrist, Han Suwen winced at the pain, while the other hand took Ming from her and backed away.

The security guards on the side quickly rushed up to subdue her on the ground, as she struggled desperately, staring intently at the girl on the other side.

The girl lay in the young girl’s arms, crying and hugging her neck, sobbing for Erjie.

The girl’s torn clothes slid down her back, revealing half of her white spine before Ming Jing quickly covered it up with clothes and gently patted the girl’s back.

Han Suwen suddenly burst into laughter, her tears flowing, she looked like a madwoman. Four burly security guards couldn’t hold her down, and she was about to charge towards Ming Jing, who frowned and quickly retreated while holding Ming.

Qin Xu blocked Han Suwen and said painfully, “Suwen, wake up, she’s not our

Nannan.”

“She is my Nannan.” Han Suwen shook off his hand, “my daughter, I know it.”

At this point, security guards once again subdued her on the ground, and she shouted, “She is my daughter Nannan, she has a butterfly-shaped birthmark on her back, I won’t forget it.”

Qin Xu sighed, “Suwen, wake up. I know the loss of Nannan has caused you great pain, and I am also very pained, but five years have passed, and we have to move on.”

Ming Jing’s gaze became sharp, frowning at Han Suwen, who lay on the ground like a madwoman, and subconsciously hugged Ming tightly.

The little girl’s arms clasped tightly around Ming Jing’s neck, she whispered,

“Erjie, can we not blame her? She lost her child and is very pitiful.”

Ming Jing softly asked, “Xiao Wu is so kind, Erjie promises you not to hold her responsible.”

Ming breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Ming Ti and Ming Chen ran over and bickered with Ming about their worries, and Ming’s pale little face showed a smile: “Ah, Sanjie, Sijie, don’t cry, I’m fine.” Xiao Ying said guiltily, ‘Yiyi, I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of you.”

Ming comforted, “Sister Xiao Ying, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself.”

Shen Ke walked over and coughed, trying to ask, “Miss Zhu?”

Ming Jing looked at him and nodded slightly, “Hello.”

“Thank you, sir, for helping just now, otherwise my sister would have been in danger.” The young girl’s voice was gentle and cold, without a trace of artificiality, perfectly aligned with the voice on the phone.

Shen Zhou came over and laughed, “Miss Zhu, no need to thank me, it was just a helping hand, not worth mentioning..”