From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 638: 335 Doubt_3

Li Chan.

Ming Jing asked, “What was she doing before she disappeared?”

Li Juan thought for a moment, hesitated whether to reveal it, but eventually made up her mind to speak, “She was a housekeeper in a wealthy family in Jingzhou. I don’t know the exact name. She said she signed a confidentiality agreement and couldn’t tell anyone.”

“Why didn’t you report to the police?”

Li Juan’s face fell, and she looked embarrassed, “You think I don’t want to report it? But I dare not… ”

Everyone has a past story they are reluctant to share. Without further probing, Ming Jing gently said, “Alright, I’ll help you find her. Just wait for my message.”

“Miss, I can’t thank you enough.” Li Juan was so touched she didn’t know what to say.

“If you have any news, inform me right away.”

Li Juan had been observing the Zhu family for a while. Apart from the indifferent old lady, none of them were easy to deal with. However, the recent arrival of the true heir seemed to be a genuinely good person, not just kind but also clever.

For some reason, Li Juan felt a connection with her the moment they first met.

She was tired of hiding for so many years, and she didn’t want to hide anymore. She was determined to find out the truth about what happened in the past and avenge it.

Ming Jing finished preparing the medicinal meal and placed it in a warmer to keep it warm. The slow-cooking porridge on the stove mixed its mild fragrance with the bitterness of the herbs, creating a unique aroma.

Ming Jing washed her hands and left the kitchen. She took out her phone from her pocket, took a photo of Li Chan’s picture along with the ID number on the back, and sent it to Zheng Qing, asking her to help check it out.

Zheng Qing replied with an OK.

When the old lady woke up, Ming Jing served her a meal. They chatted for a while, and then the old lady went back to sleep.

By this time, it was already dark outside.

Dinner was set in the dining room, and Zhu Wentao finally came downstairs.

Seeing Ming Jing, he seemed a little surprised and glanced at Madam Zhou discontentedly, “Ming Jing is back. Why didn’t you tell me in advance?”

“I told Madam Zhou not to say anything. I’m not a guest here. It’s more important for you to focus on your work.” Ming Jing responded indifferently.

Zhu Wentao’s face changed slightly, but he said nothing and sat down at the table.

At this moment, Lin Qing returned home and was overjoyed to see Ming Jing. She asked taking and asking questions about her.

“Look, it’s already so late, and it’s pouring outside. Don’t go back tonight. I have someone clean your room every day, and nothing has been touched. We’ve been waiting for you to return.” Lin Qing had been looking younger and healthier lately.

Zhu Wentao also chimed in, “Yes, listen to your mother. This place is always your home.”

Ming Jing glanced at Zhu Wentao with a seemingly amused expression, causing him to feel a sudden jolt in his heart and an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Could she have already figured it out? That’s impossible.

“Alright.”

Lin Qing beamed with joy, “Madam Zhou, prepare the bed for Ming Jing and bring me the new cashmere duvet cover I bought.”

Madam Zhou cheerfully responded, “Yes.”

“Madam Zhou, let me do it. You’re old and your limbs are not as agile as they used to be. Can you still manage?”

Madam Zhou glared back at Li Juan, “I’m still quite capable, you know? You’re so clumsy; you might ruin the cashmere duvet cover, which would cost more than half a year’s salary to replace.”

Li Juan clicked her tongue, once again amazed by the extravagance of the wealthy family.

Ming Jing opened the bedroom door, and everything was exactly as she had left it. There were few items in the room, making it appear even emptier now.

The bed was adorned with a brand new set of bedding, soft and silky to the touch, impossible to resist.

The bathroom was stocked with toiletries, everything from toothbrushes and toothpaste to facial cleansers, shower gel, and towels.

Lin Qing knocked on the door, “Ming Jing, I did my best to prepare everything on short notice. If there’s anything else you need, be sure to let your mother know.”

Ming Jing looked back at the middle-aged woman standing awkwardly at the door and sighed softly.

“This is enough.”

Lin Qing closed the door and came over to feel the bedding, “A friend of mine sells bedding, and there are only ten sets of this top-grade cashmere set in Jiangzhou. I thought of you and your sensitive skin… So I had my friend save one set for me. I didn’t know when you’d be able to use it.”

“I used to overlook your feelings. I understand that now. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but on the birthday of your grandmother, your mother wants to announce something to everyone.”

“Madam.” The cold voice of the young girl brought Lin Qing back to reality. The self-pity and self-deception felt like a bucket of cold water pouring down on her, leaving only desolation in her heart.

Lin Qing turned her head, and under the light, the girl’s eyes were dark and deep, like the clearest spring water reflecting nothing but her own image.

There was no sympathy in her gaze, only keen observation, like an outsider watching her wallow in self-pity and deception.

Lin Qing opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

“It’s late, Madam. You should get some rest.”

Lin Qing forced a bitter smile, “Alright, you go to rest as well.”

After closing the bedroom door, Ming Jing sighed.

Sorry, Senior…

Ming Jing took out her phone and dialed a number, but no one answered.

Ming Jing put down the phone and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

“Ming Jing, did you call me? I’m sorry, I just finished work and saw your missed call.” A hearty female voice came through, accompanied by the howling cold wind.

The room was warm and cozy, and Ming Jing could almost feel the freezing cold weather outside through the wind.

After a long silence, Ye Zhen spoke to herself, “It’s snowing heavily here. We had to climb up to an altitude of more than 3,000 meters for shooting. Many colleagues suffered from altitude sickness, but I was fine. Everyone said it was because of my good physical condition, but I have to thank Ming Xin for her excellent physical training.”

Ming Jing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring into the endless night sky that seemed to have no end.