From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: 128 Brightness (First Watch) _4

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Soon, an ID called “Moths to the Flame” commented on her post — What kind of elementary school kid is this? Are you using sentences from the last century? Is your village just getting internet? I’m dying of laughter.

Ming Chen replied — Yeah, how did you know I’m an elementary school student? [Cute]

Moths to the Flame — [Speechless] Fine, I admit defeat to the elementary school student.

Ming Chen — Heehee, you’re so nice[Patting your head]

The other party didn’t reply to her, but ten minutes later, she received a notice that someone had followed her. When Ming Chen checked, it turned out to be Moths to the Flame.

Despite their complaints, they still followed her. Hmph

Brother-in-law?

While holding her phone, Ming Chen secretly glanced at Ming Ti and typed quickly — Because he is my sister’s husband.

Moths to the Flame: You really are a unique elementary school kid.

A dark shadow came over Ming Chen, and she quickly typed: My parents are going to take my phone, little Moth, talk to you later!

Moths to the Flame: Damn, you really are an elementary school student!!l “Give me your phone.” Ming Ti’s cold voice came from above her.

Ming Chen raised her head pitifully, her big eyes innocent and pleading: “Can I play for a little bit longer, please?”

Ming Ti snatched her phone without explanation: “The internet is full of mixed information, and it’s hard to distinguish the truth. Seeing too much can affect your mood. If you want to become an impulsive and naive person, just ignore what I said.”

“That might be true for others, but I won’t be affected.” “The influence is subtle. By the time you notice it, it’s too late.” Ming Chen pouted: “Why do you get to control me?”

“Because I’m your sister.”

“You’re actually my little sister.”

Ming Ti was unmoved: “If I say I am your sister, then I am.”

Ming Chen wanted to cry. She was controlled by Master and Senior in the temple, and now that she’s out, she’s still being controlled by Ming Ti. The key was that Ming Ti understood her much better than Master and Senior, as if they were prescribing the right medicine for her. It was hard for her not to compromise.

Ming Ti locked the phone in a cabinet and threw a set of test papers to Ming Chen. “There’s a high school entrance exam in mid-August. If you don’t want to embarrass your sister, study hard.”

Ming Chen snatched the test papers and turned her frustration into motivation. She finished the 60-minute test in just 10 minutes. Ming Ti checked it and looked at Ming Chen with some surprise.

Ming Chen raised her eyebrows smugly.

“Your handwriting is ugly. You’ll lose points for that during the exam and still won’t get a perfect score.”

Ming Ti pulled out a copybook and threw it at her: “Practice ten pages a day until the exam.”

Ming Chen complained incessantly as she flipped through the copybook. It was hand-made by Ming Ti, with one blank page followed by a page of copied scriptures and so on. The thick stack would take forever to finish.

The calligraphy on the copybook was elegant and beautiful, restrained yet revealing sharpness. It was much more charming than the works of any ordinary calligraphy master.

Ming Chen sighed, “When can I reach the level of my sister’s calligraphy? Even

Master praised it.”

“Wait until you can practice unremittingly for ten years. Your sister has never neglected her cultivation, meditation, calligraphy, or chess, and that’s why she has achieved success. As for you, always fluctuating between effort and laziness, you can’t even maintain self-discipline, let alone succeed.”

Ming Ti almost wanted to grab her by the ears and scold her. Even getting up every morning, she had to pull her out of bed by the ears, otherwise, she would sleep in.

Ming Chen needed someone to supervise her daily, or else she would surely waste her potential.

Ming Chen shivered and reluctantly began grinding ink: “I don’t want to live as tired as my sister, always being disciplined and guarding my heart. I’ll go crazy.”

“Abandoning the seven emotions and six desires, laziness, anger, and greed is a must for cultivators. You’re just not suitable for cultivation.”

Ming Chen’s eyes brightened: “I’ve already returned to secular life, so why are you still demanding so much of me?”

Ming Ti slapped the table and said with a stern face: “Hurry up and stop dawdling. If your sister finds out how lazy you are, she’ll surely scold you.”

“No, my sister won’t scold me. She’ll just be too lazy to bother with me haha.” Ming Chen said and started laughing.

“For the sake of not embarrassing my sister, I’ll give it my all.”

Ming Chen rolled up her sleeves and buried herself in practicing her calligraphy.

Ming Ti watched her quietly for a while, then picked up middle school textbooks and started previewing them.

In fact, Ming Chen was much smarter than her. Intellectually, she was no match for Ming Chen, but Ming Chen was born pampered and lazy, without any ambition. Master had scolded her many times for this, but Ming Chen let it go in one ear and out the other. So it was up to her, Ming Chen’s younger sister, to supervise her daily so that she wouldn’t waste her talent and, at the very least, wouldn’t embarrass their sister.

“Miss, the prosecutor’s office called. They’ve submitted new evidence and handed the case to the court.” Han Suwen reported.

She had taken a course in law during college. After submitting to the public prosecution, the case would be transferred to the court. The trial could start in as little as 20 days or as long as two months.

Ming Jing looked up to see Lin Qing’s pale face, her body swaying weakly.

Lin Qing looked at the young girl in front of her. In just three months, it turned out that her husband wasn’t her husband, and her daughter wasn’t her daughter. Both had been unkind to her.

Even her son wouldn’t step foot into this house or recognize her as his mother anymore.

Her life was such a failure.

Even her only biological daughter was so cold and ruthless that she couldn’t feel any warmth from her.

Lin Qing suddenly felt an immense sense of powerlessness.

“Hang in there a little longer, and you’ll see the light you’re looking for.” Ming Jing left just a faint sentence before turning and going downstairs.

Lin Qing stood there, confused by Ming Jing’s words..