From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: 155 Confrontation (first watch) _2

Translator: 549690339

After leaving that comment, she didn’t bother with how the crazy people in the group would criticize her, directly quitting the group and uninstalling the app.

Zhu Mingjing, do you know the saying, the higher the climb, the harder the fall?

Tang Wan left her house, knocking on the door downstairs.

Zhao Xiaohui was happy to see her: “Wanwan, you’re here to see Xiangxiang again, she’s in her room, go ahead.”

The two kids really hit it off and became good friends.

“Wait a moment, Wanwan.” Zhao Xiaohui suddenly called after her.

Tang Wan turned to look at Zhao Xiaohui.

Zhao Xiaohui was twisting her hands on her apron, somewhat embarrassed to say: “Wanwan, you’re close with Xiangxiang, do you know what’s going on with her lately? I feel like something’s off about her mood, did something happen?”

Tang Wan thought to herself, what else could it be, obviously it’s about Zhu Mingjing, but telling Zhao Xiaohui wouldn’t help anything.

“It’s okay, Auntie, don’t overthink it.”

Tang Wan comforted Zhao Xiaohui a bit, turned her head to look at Zhu Xiangxiang’s room door.

Zhu Xiangxiang opened the door, glanced at Zhao Xiaohui, went back to her room to grab her hat and bag: “Let’s go out for a cup of coffee.”

“Xiangxiang, I just made dinner… your favorite shrimp tail rice.”

“I’m not hungry, you eat it yourself.” She left without looking back after saying that.

Zhao Xiaohui sighed.

Her phone rang at this moment, Zhao Xiaohui looked at the caller ID, her hand instinctively trembled and, after hesitating for a while, she picked it up.

“Hello, Dr. Li… could you give me a little more time, I’ll definitely have the surgery fees together then… a week at most? Okay, I… I’ll do my best, yes, yes, it’s Yangyang’s sister, she voluntarily donated, okay…”

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiaohui’s eyebrows drooped, her face full of worry.

What should she do?

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At a nearby café, Zhu Xiangxiang ordered a cappuccino, looked up at Tang Wan: “What do you want to drink?”

At such a high-end café, any cup of coffee costs a week’s worth of her food budget. How could Tang Wan afford that? She didn’t even know the difference between a latte and caramel macchiato.

“The same as you.” Tang Wan forced herself to remain calm.

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at the waitress, “Two cappuccinos, two tiramisus.”

Tang Wan looked at the expensively dressed, meticulously made-up Zhu Xiangxiang, who was at ease in the high-end café. The slight lift of her chin carried a hint of arrogance, Tang Wan felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart.

Zhu Xiangxiang was really lucky. If she hadn’t been mistakenly taken in by the Zhus when she was little, she’d be far worse off than Tang Wan herself. Where would she get the money for skin care, for brand name clothes and jewelry, to leisurely sit in cafés? Even if the Zhus kicked her out, the money they invested in her was real and couldn’t be taken back. And Tang Wan didn’t believe that Zhu Xiangxiang hadn’t set aside some private savings over the years, enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

Otherwise, given the character of that man, Deng Kun, as well as Zhao Xiaohui’s weak personality, Zhu Xiangxiang’s fate would be visible to the naked eye.

But fate was such a trickster. The illegitimate daughter from a slum somehow became the daughter of a rich family. Not only was she provided for, her knowledge and horizons were wider than the average person, things much more important than brand-name clothes and bags.

Her jealousy of Zhu Mingjing originated from a part of her heart where she felt a slight reluctance to accept this fact. She was aware that she could never surpass Zhu Mingjing in this life. Zhu Mingjing was the moon in the sky, while she couldn’t even compare to the stars next to it.

But Zhu Xiangxiang was different; she was an illegitimate daughter who wasn’t acknowledged by the family. Her biological mother was weak and indecisive, her stepfather a gambler, and she had a half-brother from the same mother suffering from leukemia. These family conditions placed her firmly in the lower echelons of society.

The arrogance on the face of Zhu Xiangxiang sitting across from her stabbed at her. Was she a sparrow who had lived in a swallow’s nest for a few days and now thought herself a swallow? What’s there to show off about?

Zhu Xiangxiang did not notice the turmoil in Tang Wan’s heart sitting across from her, her brows tightly furrowed.

Suppressing the feelings welling up in her, Tang Wan asked with feigned concern: “Xiangxiang, are you still upset about Zhu Mingjing? You know, in my opinion, her becoming famous is actually a good thing.”

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at her, scoffed: “A good thing?”

“Of course, think about it, now that people across the country know her, once her true face is revealed, the spit from every person in the country could drown her. She loves managing her reputation, doesn’t she? She’d perfectly suit being a rat everyone shouts down in the streets.”

The waitress brought over the coffee. Tang Wan took a sip and almost spat it out.