From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: 155 Confrontation (first watch)

Translator: 549690339

Hu Xiangyue’s home was in the rural area of Jiangzhou, a two-story villa with a small courtyard.

As Hu Xiangyue got out of the car with her luggage, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl ran out of the gate, shouting happily, “Grandma, you’re back!”

“Thank you, Master Ming Jing, for a smooth journey.” Hu Xiangyue respectfully said.

The car drove away.

The girl pouted, “Grandma, who gave you a ride? Dad said he would pick you up but you wouldn’t let him. Do you know the driver? What if they were a bad person? Don’t do this next time.”

Hu Xiangyue patted Xu Xue’er’s hand, “How could Master Ming Jing be a bad person? There’s no one kinder than her.”

“Master Ming Jing?” Xu Xue’er frowned, “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

Xu Xue’er suddenly slapped her forehead: “Is it the Ming Jing from the recently popular variety show ‘Three Meals a Day’?”

Xu Xue’er asked urgently: “Grandma, how old is she? What does she look like?”

Hu Xiangyue didn’t know anything about the variety show and said, “Master Ming Jing is the young miss of the Zhu family who they just found, she has been copying scriptures at Hanshan Temple for the past twenty days. She gave me a lift even though it wasn’t on her way. Ms. Ming Jing has a kind heart and went out of her way to drop me off at home.”

“What? The young miss of the Zhu family?” Xu Xue’er had heard of her too. Were the two young misses the same person?

Xu Xue’er still needed confirmation: “Does she wear a white skirt, look extremely beautiful, and have an ethereal aura?”

Hu Xiangyue nodded: “Yes, yes, Master Ming Jing only wears white clothes and is detached from the mundane world…”

So, they were indeed the same person. In recent days, her classmates and people on the internet had been discussing Ming Jing. Everyone knew about the Zhu family’s young miss, but they did not know her specific name. It was surprising to find out they were the same person; this certainly was big news.

“Grandma, you said she’s been copying scriptures at Hanshan Temple for the past twenty days? Is that true?”

“Why would I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes. She copied the entire Avatamsaka Sutra, more than a million characters, for twenty days. Ordinary people couldn’t do that. Even Master Jue Ming praised her for having boundless potential.”

Xu Xue’er widened her eyes: “So, is the young miss of the Zhu family really a nun?”

At the time, the rumor spread but nobody believed it. It was unbelievable to find out it was actually true.

“What nun? How can you be so disrespectful to Master Ming Jing? It’s appropriate to address her as Master now based on her cultivation.” Hu Xiangyue chided.

Xu Xue’er’s mind buzzed with information, and she needed to sort it all out.

She opened her classmate group chat with trembling hands.

Xu Xue’er: Big news, big news! Your goddess Ming Jing turns out to be the young miss of the Zhu family! I have the first-hand news about where she has been these past days. Do you all want to know?

—Do you mean the young miss of the Zhu family I know?

—That must be right! Her age, looks, and height all match up. I knew Ming Jing couldn’t just come out of nowhere and then disappear just like that. If she’s the Zhu family’s young miss, everything makes sense.

—Xue’er, you’re awesome! Tell us quickly, where has my goddess been and why hasn’t she updated her Weibo? I’m dying of anxiety!

—Xu Xue’er, we’re counting on you to reveal the truth. Sister Xue’er, Aunt Xue’er, Grandma Xue’er…

—It’s all an act, fooling you gullible people. If she was really so detached from the world, then she wouldn’t have entered the entertainment industry. Once she’s in, she sells this image of innocence, disgusting.

—The person above, don’t think I don’t know you’re Tang Wan’s alternate account, it’s just jealousy, right? Haha, it’s too funny. Even if you’re jealous, you have to be qualified. This is just plain sycophancy, shameless.

Tang Wan looked at the messages cursing her, almost throwing her phone in anger.

Had these people gone mad? What kind of love potion had Zhu Mingjing fed them? They were all bewitched.

Thinking of something, Tang Wan smirked and sent a message in the group.

—Hypocrisy can’t last long. One day, the mask will be ripped off, revealing the dirty, ugly heart beneath the pure, beautiful exterior. Just you wait and see. The more you fawn over her now, the more you’ll regret it later. I’m waiting for that day when truth prevails.