From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 294:
Chapter 294: 135 Lapis Lazuli (First Update)
Translator: 549690339
Over time, she had grown accustomed to it.
“Young Master Qu’s real name is Qu Lanzhou, the posthumous child of Qu Liushang. His mother died in childbirth, and he was brought up by his half-brother, Qu Lanting, who treated him like a son. Qu Lanzhou ran away from home at the age of six and was kidnapped. The Qus kept this matter a closely guarded secret, but as a detective, there’s no information I can’t dig up.”
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.
“Do you know who kidnapped Qu Lanzhou?”
Ming Jing calmly replied, “Ran Bowen.”
“F*ck… Your mother even told you that?”
Zheng Qing frowned, “I could only find out that A Yu was seriously injured when he left and took a year to recover. However, he was left with a lingering illness, which made it impossible for him to detect Night Hawk’s ambush.”
“We’ll have to capture this kid and pry open his mouth to find out exactly what happened back then, as Qu Lanzhou is the only surviving witness. The clues to the other half of the Qinglong Seal might be with him.” Zheng Qing’s eyes flashed a cold light as he spoke gloomily.
As if thinking of something, she looked at Ming Jing and curled her lips: “That guy is chasing after you now, tall, handsome, and an A-list celebrity. You’re not falling for him, are you?”
Ming Jing lowered her eyes and calmly replied, “No.”
Qu Feitai is Qu Lanzhou, the little boy who was kidnapped by Ran Bowen.
Twelve years ago, twelve years ago…
Ming Jing suddenly felt a faint pain in her chest and found it difficult to breathe. She grabbed the armrest of the chair with her fingers, and the book in her hand fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Zheng Qing was startled and saw Ming Jing’s knuckles deeply sunk into the chair armrest. Her hands were thin, the veins prominent, and her appearance shocking.
Ming Jing’s usually calm face was clouded in pain, her eyebrows furrowed and her complexion pale.
“What’s wrong?” Zheng Qing hurried to her side and squatted down, looking at her with concern.
Ming Jing’s eyes fell on the English book sprawled on the floor. Under the lamplight, a line of English text was clearly visible.
All human wisdoms are contained in these two words: wait and hope.
All human wisdom is contained in these four words: waiting and hope.
“Don’t scare me.” Zheng Qing fumbled with her phone, ready to dial 120.
A pale, thin hand grabbed her dialing hand.
Zheng Qing looked up and was immediately drawn into a pair of deep, dark eyes.
They were as black as ink, so pure and profound, as if hiding many untold stories.
It must be a sad story.
“No need.” Ming Jing uttered the two words and let go of her hand.
Her face was still pale, but the pain had diminished somewhat.
Ming Jing bent down to pick up the scattered pages of the book, moving slowly but with great care.
Zheng Qing stared at her retreating back, “Ming Jing, is there anything you’re still hiding from me? Am I not the person you trust the most?”
“One day, you’ll know. But not now.”
Zheng Qing was frustrated and paced in circles, “So what do we do now? The clues have stopped here, and we can’t find the Qinglong Seal. How can we fight against Night Hawk and avenge A Yu?”
“No need to rush, just wait.”
Zheng Qing left, and the room was quiet once more.
Ming Jing turned off the light and lay in bed, staring into the void darkness.
She placed her palm on her chest.
In the darkness, her slow and powerful heartbeat sent waves through her palm and into her brain along her nerve endings.
“I’m sorry…”
The gun fell at her feet, and she saw a pair of frightened eyes.
Such beautiful eyes should not be stained with dirt.
A sigh floated through the night.
So it was you.
“Kid, I’ve seen your face. I can’t let you live.” The man had sharp, hawk-like eyes, and approached him step by step with a gun.
The little boy was afraid and backed up against the wall. There was nowhere left to go.
He desperately shook his head and shouted, “Big Brother, save me!”
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then laughed sinisterly, “It’s useless. Even the Great Master can’t save you now. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a young master of the Qu family.” The man raised his gun and aimed it at his forehead.
The stifling feeling of being so close to death was just as vivid in his dreams.
The young boy furrowed his brow and shook his head restlessly.
The crisp sound of a trigger being pulled was dissected in the darkness, so clear to the ear.
At the last moment, a dark figure suddenly leaped out and kicked the gun out of the man’s hand. The gun fell at his feet.
He stared at the gun on the ground, bent down slowly, and picked it up.
He had seen with his own eyes the man dying in her hands. The woman walked towards him, holding a bloody dagger.
“Don’t be afraid…”
With a bang, the gentle smile on the woman’s face froze forever. She looked down at her chest.
A bullet hole was bleeding profusely.
‘l’ne gun dropped, and tne woman 100Ked up to see a pair ot scared, beautitul eyes.
“Don’t cry,” she said.
Dragging a trail of blood, she walked towards him, leaving a winding path behind her.
It was a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life, etched deep into his bones and blood.
“Don’t be afraid, everything will be fine.”
Suddenly waking up from the nightmare, the teenager was drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath in the darkness..
