From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

News that Violent Wind had been tamed by a young girl spread quickly throughout the horse-riding grounds.

Many people wanted to see who this woman was who could tame Violent Wind.

Unfortunately, by the time many people had heard the news and came, Ming Jing had already left.

The youngsters who had seen her talked about how majestic she was on horseback, how she galloped, and how she turned the tide. Everyone listened in awe, but it was a shame they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. “Who is she? Do you know her?”

A teenager said, “I heard Coach Han address her as Ms. Zhu.”

Zhu? There is only one Zhu family in Jiangzhou, and they had been in the entertainment headlines lately because of their two true and fake heiresses issue.

Could it be that this amazing horse tamer who subdued Violent Wind is the fake heiress of the Zhu family?

Initially, everyone thought the real heiress had caught up during the welcoming banquet, but they didn’t expect this fake heiress to have such an impressive skill.

Han Cheng listened as the children whispered and chattered about Ms. Zhu and how her riding skills were remarkable, even better than Coach Han’s. They wished she could replace Coach Han to teach them, and they even commented on how beautiful she was, unlike Coach Han, who was fierce and ugly, with just a glimpse of his face enough to scare them to death…

Han Cheng’s face darkened, and he barked, “What are you staring at? Have you all mastered the starting and stopping techniques? I will check each one of you later, and if anyone does not meet the standards, just wait for it.”

He pointed his finger at each of them, and the color drained from their faces as they quickly scattered to find their horses.

At the restaurant:

Charles Gao closed the menu and said to the waiter, “That’s all.”

“Ming Jing, quickly tell us where you learned horseback riding and who your coach is!” Bai Ziyan anxiously asked.

Jiang Jinchen and Charles Gao, along with Zhao Qin, looked at her with the same curiosity in their eyes as Bai Ziyan.

Under the pressure of so many pairs of eyes, Ming Jing took her time to drink some water and said, “It’s probably natural talent.”

“Come on, you could just call us stupid! No matter how talented you are, if you’ve never touched a horse before, there’s no way you could be so skilled. Besides, Violent Wind is not an ordinary horse. Even grown men can’t ensure they won’t get hurt, let alone someone as delicate as you…”

Bai Ziyan looked her up and down, finding it hard to believe that someone as small as her could have tamed the wildest horse.

Jiang Jinchen’s gaze became serious, and he called a waiter over, whispering a few instructions. The waiter nodded and walked away.

Soon, he brought a simple first-aid kit to Jiang Jinchen.

Jiang Jinchen opened the kit, took out a cotton swab, dipped it in antiseptic solution, and said to Ming Jing, “Give me your right hand.”

Ming Jing hesitated, as did Charles Gao and Bai Ziyan, while Zhao Qin pursed her lips, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

Without thinking, Ming Jing held out her right hand, revealing two gashes in the middle of her palm. Underneath her delicate skin, they appeared somewhat terrifying.

Bai Ziyan said unhappily, “Why didn’t you say anything when you got hurt?” Ming Jing laughed, “It’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

What were these minor injuries from the bridle in comparison to mosquito bites, or even lighter than that? If you’ve experienced heartache like that, this little wound didn’t matter at all.

But her nonchalant tone changed the expressions of the three people acrossThey had heard that she was responsible for cooking and caring for her three younger juniors at the temple, taking on so much responsibility at such a young age.

That’s why she treated this small wound with such indifference.

Jiang Jinchen reached out and grasped her right hand, spreading her palm flat. Her skin felt soft, with a faint coolness.

Jiang Jinchen hesitated for a moment, then looked up and told her, “Bear with it for a moment.”

With his other hand, he carefully cleaned her wounds with the cotton swab. Her expression was calm, and she didn’t even furrow her brows.

After the wounds were cleaned, he applied ointment and bandaged them with gauze.

Ming Jing looked at her hand, now wrapped like a dumpling, and couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “How am I supposed to hold a pen?”

“Don’t get it wet for now. Change the dressing at this time tomorrow,” Jiang Jinchen disregarded her words and instructed gently.

“It’s better not to leave a scar, and remember to wear gloves next time you ride a horse. Otherwise, after a few more times, you might ruin your hand.” Charles Gao furrowed his brows thoughtfully.

Zhao Qin’s eyes flitted between Jiang Jinchen and Ming Jing, and she laughed, “Senior Jiang, I’ve never seen you so attentive to any girl before. If your fans at school were to see this, they would definitely be heartbroken.”

Jiang Jinchen closed the first-aid kit, and his handsome face remained cold and detached, “What do they have to do with me?”