From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 67
Chapter 67: 056 Stop Evil (Second Update)_2
Translator: 549690339
Zhu Wentao came down from upstairs, carrying a luggage bag that should have a few sets of clothes inside.
Seeing Ming Jing, he unconsciously paused and said, “School’s over.”
As a father, Zhu Wentao was very unqualified. This was probably the first time he had asked Ming Jing voluntarily.
Ming Jing looked at him quietly.
Zhu Wentao seemed guilty, coughing to cover it up, “Have you eaten yet?” Madam Zhou replied, “Sir, the young lady doesn’t eat dinner.”
Zhu Wentao suddenly remembered her rule of not eating after noon.
His face turned even more awkward.
“I have to go on a business trip. Behave at home and take care of your grandmother.”
Ming Jing nodded.
Zhu Wentao appreciated her obedience and was about to leave when Granny Zhu came out of the bedroom in her wheelchair.
With a cold face, she said, “Come with me.”
With that, she turned her wheelchair around and returned to the bedroom.
Zhu Wentao reluctantly followed her, closing the door behind him.
Madam Zhou knew what the old lady wanted to talk to her husband about, and sighed, “He doesn’t know how to cherish it in this good home, man. He’ll regret it in the future.”
Ming Jing asked, “Where is he going on his business trip?”
“How would I know such a thing as a wife?”
Glancing around, Madam Zhou whispered, “He said it was a business trip, but maybe he is going on a honeymoon with that mistress of his. Poor Madam.”
Not long after, Zhu Wentao opened the door and walked out with a gloomy face, not even glancing at the two of them before leaving with his luggage.
Soon after, a cry of surprise came from the bedroom, “Madam, Madam, what happened to you?”
After the injection, Granny Zhu’s complexion improved, and her breathing became more steady.
Madam Zhou anxiously asked, “Young lady, is the old lady okay?”
“It was a fainting spell caused by anger. Just rest well and don’t get angry again.”
The old lady gradually woke up and suddenly grabbed Ming Jing’s hand, “Ming
Jing, Granny is sorry.”
Ming Jing sat on the bedside and tucked in her quilt, “What have you done wrong?”
“I didn’t manage your father properly, and let him fool around outside. Now our Zhu family has become a joke.”
“You can control him for a moment, but can you control him for a lifetime? If a person becomes greedy, even nine bulls couldn’t pull him back. Don’t punish yourself for someone else’s mistakes.”
“Ming Jing, you are a sensible child. Granny doesn’t ask much of you, just that you protect your mother and brother when necessary. As for your father, I don’t have any expectations. Your mother … she actually loves you, she just feels guilty and can’t face you …”
“Get some rest and stop thinking about these things.”
Ming Jing walked out of the bedroom and returned to her room when a figure jumped in through the window.
Zheng Qing looked around the room, “Unbelievable that this is a young girl’s bedroom. Are you even human?”
It was cold in the room—a single word.
Even a display house wasn’t this exaggerated.
Ming Jing glanced at her, picked up her pajamas, and went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water splashing could be heard.
Zheng Qing leaned against the door, folded her arms, and said, “Your father is so disposable, seriously! Living together with that mistress of his, who isn’t an easy one either. Both are partners in crime. If you don’t prepare yourself, don’t blame me for not warning you when you get kicked out.”
Ming Jing walked out of the bathroom, and Zheng Qing subconsciously straightened her body, staring at Ming Jing.
It was her first time seeing Ming Jing’s bald head, quite shocking. She couldn’t find her voice for a while, “My Ming Jing, you’ve suffered all these years. Such a fine girl ruined like this.”
Ming Jing asked, “That Mr. Zhou, can you check him out when you have time? I met him at the banquet last time, and he seemed intriguing.”
Zheng Qing’s mouth twitched, “Don’t worry, I’ll dig up his 18 generations for you.”
Ming Jing lay down to sleep, and Zheng Qing exclaimed in surprise. Ming Jing frowned at her.
What’s all the fuss about?
“Why aren’t you putting on skincare?”
Ming Jing was speechless, “Why should I?”
“You’re a girl, and girls need to take care of their skin! Over time, you’ll have blackheads, freckles, large pores, and your face will be greasy
Ming Jing remembered that Zheng Qing was a strange girl who would cry over a single pimple on her face. Her greatest achievement was drinking some water from a shrine, claiming it was more effective than applying externally …
“I have good skin. I don’t need it.”
“That won’t do, even the most basic sunscreen is necessary. You can mess around for now, but when you get older, all the money in the world won’t help. Skincare should start young. You’re still small, so natural is better..”
