From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 393
Chapter 393: 181 Request (Midnight Update)_2
Translator: 549690339
Tao Xingxing nodded in understanding: “I know you, I called Ming Jing once, and you answered.”
“Yes, yes, it was me.” Xiao Ying, no more than two years older than Tao Xingxing, loved to talk and laugh, and greeted them one by one.
Tao Xingxing glanced at the thermos in Xiao Ying’s hand, and asked curiously, “Is someone in your family sick?”
Her father is the deputy director of the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department of this hospital. When she was a child, the hospital was like her second home. If she remembers correctly, the 5th floor is the Hematology Department where they generally treat blood diseases like leukemia, purpura, and lymphoma.
Xiao Ying glanced at Ming Jing subconsciously, sighed, and hesitated whether she should say anything.
Tao Xingxing smelled something unusual. Just then, the elevator reached the first floor, and Ming Jing’s cell phone rang. Ming Jing apologized as she looked at everyone, and went aside to answer the call.
Tao Xingxing immediately pulled Xiao Ying aside: “What’s going on? Is someone in Ming Jing’s family sick?”
Xiao Ying shook her head. It wasn’t anything that couldn’t be seen by others. Ms. Zhu was low-key and didn’t like to show off, but Xiao Ying felt unjust for her and said right away, “Zhu Xiangxiang’s younger brother has leukemia, and she’s the only one with a successful match. Her mother begged her on her knees to donate bone marrow, but she refused, watching her brother die. When Ms. Zhu found out, she paid for the child’s hospitalization, had the family chef make nutritious meals for him every day, and spent money to find a suitable bone marrow donor.”
Tao Xingxing cursed with anger: “I knew Zhu Xiangxiang was no good. She’s watching her own brother die just because she loves the rich and despises the poor. Madam Wu is so confused; why did she let her come back?”
Xiao Ying didn’t dare to talk about her family’s right and wrong in front of outsiders, as she abided by the employee code of conduct, but Zhu Xiangxiang was an exception.
“I knew I wasn’t wrong about Ming Jing; she’s the kindest girl in the world.”
Wu Jiaqi and Tao Qian looked at each other. Tao Qian asked, “Is the child’s name Deng Yang?”
Xiao Ying nodded: “How did you know?”
Tao Qian said: “I have heard my colleagues mention that the child is sensible and has a talent for painting, but he had bad luck in getting leukemia at a young age. Meeting Ms. Zhu is his good fortune.”
“As long as you know, but don’t tell anyone, Ms. Zhu doesn’t want me to tell others.” Xiao Ying cautioned.
Tao Xingxing patted her shoulder: “Don’t worry, I’ll make it widely known in the campus tomorrow. I’ll let Zhu Xiangxiang, this shameless and cheap person, be socially dead.”
Xiao Ying gritted her teeth: “As long as I can vent my anger for Ms. Zhu, it’s worth it.”
“That’s a good sister; she has backbone.”
Ming Jing returned after finishing her call and noticed the strange looks on everyone’s faces. Ming Jing quickly understood what had happened and glanced at Xiao Ying, who lowered her head guiltily.
“Ming Jing, don’t blame Xiao Ying, I forced her to tell.”
“Let’s go, let me take you guys home first.” Ming Jing took the lead and walked out.
Tao Xingxing hugged Xiao Ying’s shoulder and comforted: “Don’t be afraid, from now on, your sister will take care of you.”
“I think I’m older than you.”
“Well, the three heroes of Peach Garden didn’t form their alliance based on age.”
“Oh.” Xiao Ying obediently nodded.
Wu Jiaqi and Tao Qian walked behind, sighing: “Ming Jing is such a good child, repaying grievances with virtue, not many ordinary people can do that.”
Tao Qian agreed wholeheartedly: “Ms. Zhu is a person of great vision. It’s Xingxing’s luck to be her good friend.”
Tao Qian drove to send Yan Chen home, Xiao Ying hitched a ride with Ming Jing, and they took Tao Xingxing and her mother home.
Before getting out of the car, Wu Jiaqi looked at Ming Jing and hesitated for a moment. Under Tao Xingxing’s urging, she got out of the car and left.
“Ming Jing, see you tomorrow.” Tao Xingxing stood by the car window, smiling and waving.
“See you tomorrow.”
Having put Tao Xingxing to sleep, Wu Jiaqi tucked her in and noticed the ivory pendant hanging by her bed, suddenly becoming dumbfounded.
She picked up the ivory and caressed it carefully, murmuring, “What should I do?”
In other people’s eyes, she had a gentle, handsome, young, and successful husband who was undeniably loyal to her, a lively, lovely, confident, and cheerful daughter, a decent job, and a happy family. As a woman, there was nothing else she could wish for in this life.
However, for more than a decade, she had not had a good sleep, tormented by nightmares day and night. She felt guilty towards her daughter and even more guilty towards her husband. She had kept this secret for over a decade, fearing day and night. She thought her life would just end quietly, like flowing water. The other two were happy, and she alone was tormented, which was fine.However, the scene she feared most still happened in the end.
Wu Jiaqi looked at Tao Xingxing, who was sleeping soundly, and stroked her face. “Xingxing, Mom will definitely not let anything happen to you.”
Xiao Ying found that this wasn’t the way back to the Zhus. They had already gone down this road once before.
“Du Ze, are you lost?” Xiao Ying asked.
Du Ze coughed, “I guess so.”
Xiao Ying complained, “You dare to be Ms. Zhu’s driver even when you’re lost. It’s only because she has a good temper.”
Du Ze glanced at the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas. “Hold on tight.”
The car shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
Xiao Ying quickly grabbed the overhead handle, noticing Ming Jing with her eyes closed, seemingly unaffected, which made her rather annoyed.
This Du Ze had terrible driving skills. Was he only hired for his good looks? Ms. Zhu is so superficial.
After ten minutes, the car turned back onto the main road, a distance away, a Jeep followed them, causing the driver to heave a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness my driving skills are good. I avoided losing them, otherwise, I’d be punished again.”
The man in the passenger seat crossed his arms and yawned. “Why did Master Xiao ask us to keep an eye on Ms. Zhu? Could it be he has taken a liking to her? Master Xiao, who seldom shows interest in women, seems to have good taste by choosing such a fine lady.”
“Do you want to die, daring to gossip about Master Xiao?”
“What’s there to be afraid of? No one’s here. Are you planning to sell me out?”
“Sell you out, my ass…!”
The car roared past, stirring up fallen leaves that danced in mid-air, eerily spinning before landing on the ground.
Ming Jing emerged from behind a tree just as a nondescript black Santana stopped in front of her.
Ming Jing got into the rear seat, and Han Suwen, gripping the steering wheel, turned to her. “Miss, please fasten your seat belt.”
Han Suwen had obtained her driver’s license during college; it had been a long time since she’d driven. After a few days of practice, she regained some of her skills.
Being able to do something for her young lady, she felt invigorated.
The black Santana joined the flow of traffic, heading toward the bustling city street.
The landlady was dozing off when suddenly, a knocking sound jolted her awake. Startled, she opened her eyes to see a face of remarkable beauty, and she froze, wondering if she was dreaming.
“You… are you looking for a room?” the landlady stammered.
“I’m looking for someone.” The girl’s voice was as gentle as water and a great pleasure to listen to. However, in the deserted lobby, as the lights flickered on and off, it provoked an eerie, chilling fear.
Such a beautiful person… Could she be a ghost?
The landlady felt a cold shudder down her spine. “Who are you looking for?”
The young girl smiled gently. “A person about my age, dressed all in black, wearing a cap.”
The landlady clapped her hands. “You must be looking for Zhang Wei. Are you his sister? I thought you two had similar eyes.”
The girl nodded. “Thank you.”
“He’s in room 1205. Did he run away from home in rebellion? I knew it…”
The landlady rambled on as she watched the girl ascend the stairs, her enchanting figure fading into the distance, an exquisite sight to behold.
The landlady scratched her head. “I have the feeling I’ve seen her before. Where could it have been?”
With rhythmic knocking, the sound broke the silence of the corridor, as the voice-activated lights turned on one by one.
