From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables C.495 - : 231 Opportunity (Updated twice)

Chapter 495: 231 Opportunity (Updated twice)

Qu Feitai’s eyes turned cold, and he stood up, striding over to Bai Ziyan and grabbing him by the collar, his oppressive aura demanding, “Speak.”

Bai Ziyan’s heart unknowingly thumped in fear, wanting to retort a few words, but then Qu Feitai held up a fist and waved it, “Speak or not?”

He wasn’t as tall as Qu Feitai, who held him up like a hawk holding a chick, and in addition, Qu Feitai had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, capable of crushing him with a flick of his little finger.

Bai Ziyan immediately backed down: “Fine, I’ll talk, just let go of me first.”

On the fourth day of the academic report, the day was utterly dull. After the exams, everyone relaxed and listened to the lectures from the experts and professors on stage. Some dozed off, while others yawned incessantly. The day passed by in boredom.

In the evening, while a few people were having dinner at the hotel restaurant, Ming Jing stayed in her room and didn’t come down.

Liu Muxue picked at the pasta on her plate and asked Xie Zhen across the table, “What happened later? Did Ming Jing beat up those guys after she went in? Did you see it with your own eyes?”

Xie Zhen shook her head, “The door was closed. None of us saw anything. In about ten minutes, Ming Jing came out with Lan Huixin, then we met you, and you know what happened after that.”

“That’s not right…” Liu Muxue looked at Song Yinzhang, “You didn’t leave at that time, did you know what was going on? Speak.”

Song Yinzhang, who was cued, smiled helplessly, “I was waiting for Ziyan. I originally wanted him to help, but I didn’t expect Ming Jing to handle it by herself. She’s even more amazing than we thought.”

Zhao Heng waved her fist, “Does Ming Jing know martial arts, too?”

It wasn’t something that anyone could do to bring down five or six tall, burly men in such a short time.

Liu Muxue asked, “What’s the name of the person who bullied Ming Jing?”

Zhao Heng laughed, “What, are you going to seek revenge for Ming Jing? You’d better take care of yourself first.”

Liu Muxue asked Song Yinzhang, “You tell me.”

Song Yinzhang touched his nose, “He’s my cousin from the same family. His name is Song Hanqing and he’s from the Songs, one of the Four Great Families of Jingzhou.”

Thinking that saying this would make Liu Muxue give up, he didn’t expect her to be more audacious than he thought. She snorted, “You Song, wait and see. Whoever dares to bully this young lady, I’ll make him regret ever coming into this world.”

Zhao Heng already knew that Song Yinzhang was from the Songs. However, Xie Zhen, although she didn’t know what the Four Great Families did, but from the sound of it, it seemed quite impressive, reminiscent of the aristocrats in the Imperial City in novels.

Unexpectedly, Song Yinzhang, who she thought was from an ordinary intellectual family in Jiangzhou, turned out to be from a top-ranking noble family in Jingzhou. The class leap was astonishing, but his low-key behavior and humble, gentle character was a world apart from his cousin.

For a moment, Xie Zhen’s gaze towards him was filled with shock and admiration.

No wonder Tang Wan liked him so much.

In a top-ranking noble family, there were extravagant, ignorant playboys, as well as humble and well-cultured gentlemen.

And Song Yinzhang was worthy of being called a well-cultured gentleman, gentle and elegant as jade.

Xie Zhen gazed at him in a trance. When Song Yinzhang realized her gaze and looked back, Xie Zhen hurriedly lowered her eyes.

Her hand gripping the fork tightened slightly.

Song Yinzhang didn’t notice Xie Zhen’s unusual behavior. He saw that Liu Muxue still had the fearless look and said helplessly, “Don’t act recklessly. Ziyan already warned Song Hanqing, and he won’t do such foolish things again.”

It wasn’t that he believed Song Hanqing, but he was afraid that Liu Muxue would do something rash. He knew very well the methods of these big families.

Liu Muxue sneered, “You’re a man yourself, and you should know the lowly nature of those scumbags. If a few verbal warnings were enough, would prisons be doing charity?”

Song Yinzhang frowned, “But what can you do?”

Liu Muxue’s eyes turned cunning and lively, “Song Yinzhang, are you Ming Jing’s good friend?”

Song Yinzhang nodded, “Of course.”

“That’s it, then. Let’s teach this guy a lesson he’ll never forget in his life. Otherwise, he’ll bully other women in the future.”

Song Yinzhang helplessly said, “You don’t know the methods of these big families… ”

Liu Muxue raised her eyebrows in challenge: “Are you scared? Then I won’t trouble Young Master Song anymore. What about you, Zhao Heng?”

Zhao Heng promptly raised his hand: “I’m in with you.”

Liu Muxue smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Xie Zhen.

Xie Zhen softly voiced her confusion: “Aren’t you and Ming Jing at odds? Why would you actively help her?”

This girl is so strange.

Liu Muxue huffed: “When beating a dog, one must consider its master. Only I can bully my own dog.”

Xie Zhen looked incredulous: “You… You actually insulted Ming Jing by calling her a dog?”

Zhao Heng angrily retorted: “Liu Muxue, you’re the dog. Watch your mouth.”

Liu Muxue rolled her eyes: “Can’t you understand a metaphor? Look at how agitated you all are. What kind of love potion has Zhu Mingjing given you to be so protective of her?”

Zhao Heng had thought she was reliable, but it turned out he was just too naive. He snorted coldly, got up, and left.

Xie Zhen was also full of anger and left without finishing her meal.

Liu Muxue narrowed her eyes at Song Yinzhang: “Are you leaving too?”

Song Yinzhang laughed and shook his head: “You know, if you could just change your foul-mouthed habit, you’d have many friends.”

Having said that, he got up and left.

Liu Muxue fumed, “This lady prefers to be alone. What can you do about it? If you don’t want to help me, fine. I can do it by myself.”

“Senior Sister… I… I’m a little scared.”

Two young girls were standing at the entrance of the Huangguan Club. The taller girl had long hair draped over her shoulders, a beautiful face, and an imposing aura of purity, especially with her furrowed brows, which made one’s heart melt.

The other girl had a shrewd-looking face. Hesitant, she held the taller girl’s hand and softly said: “Don’t be afraid. Today, we just meet the agent. If she takes a liking to you, your future will be limitless, and you’ll be the next Liang Yanran…”.

Suddenly realizing it was inauspicious to mention a dead person, she changed the subject: “You’ll be the next Zhao Ninghan. Besides, I think you’re much prettier than Zhao Ninghan. You’ll be even more famous in the future. What you lack is the opportunity, and you must seize it.”

After finishing her sentence, she meaningfully patted the girl’s hand.

The taller girl, who was Lan Huixin, bit her lip: “But President Cheng already promised me yesterday that he would make me famous…”.

Han Yue rolled her eyes: “President Cheng says that to every girl. You’ll be a fool if you believe him. The agent is the one you need to cozy up to in the future. She can make anyone famous with just a word. When you meet her, be sweet, obedient, and sensible, alright?”

Lan Huixin nodded obediently like a well-behaved child.

Seeing her compliance, a smug smile crept across Han Yue’s face.

“Alright, let’s go in.”

At the same time, a taxi stopped in front of the club, and a girl in white got out.

It was already deep autumn, and especially at night, the deep autumn in the north felt no different from winter. People were already wrapped in down jackets, but this girl wore a thin white dress, beautiful yet involuntarily chilling to the bone.

Han Yue squinted and glanced at her. In the dense darkness, with neon lights flickering, she couldn’t see the girl’s face clearly, but her graceful and composed figure was unforgettable.

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A young girl who could enter the Huangguan Club couldn’t be a good person—just another one looking for shortcuts.

Disdain curled Han Yue’s lips as she turned and pulled Lan Huixin inside.

Lan Huixin looked back at Ming Jing. Under the dim night, their eyes met and quickly averted, as if nothing had occurred.

Ming Jing brushed her skirt, gazed at the opulent building before her, hooked her lips, and calmly entered.