From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 395: 182 Vast Ocean (Second Shift)_2

Ming Jing responded with a smile and a shake of her head, “Give him three days to think, auntie. During these three days, please don’t disturb him. Let him figure out the path he should walk in the future.”

The landlady nodded, “I understand, your conscientious effort as his sister is admirable, starve him for three days and see if he stays obstinate.”

With a light smile, Ming Jing left the guesthouse.

“What a gentle girl, the little lad really doesn’t appreciate what he’s got, let him starve.” Muttering and complaining, the landlady went back.

To forever sink in the dark abyss or walk the path of redemption, the choice is in your hands…

The youth closed his eyes, does he still have the right to be redeemed?

Ming Jing stepped out of the guesthouse, walking slowly along the road, while Han Suwen trailed behind in his car.

“Ming Jing, are you not at home? What are you doing out so late?” The doubtful voice of Zheng Qing came from the phone.

“Just out for a walk.”

“Taking a walk in the middle of the night? Did you go see Ran Tengxiao?”

Ming Jing did not reply.

“Your sluggish nature really frustrates me, when are you coming back, I have something to tell you.”

“Did Ye Zhen find something out?”

“You guessed?”

Zheng Qing went straight to the point, “The night that Liang Yanran died, a paparazzi saw Xue An. He wasn’t like what he said to the media, rushing back to the apartment after her death. He lied to the media. At the same time, I found that the background of this Xue An is quite interesting. Previously, only heard his name, had a good reputation in the industry. Had I not investigated, I would not have known, his films over these years, each worse than the last, but he still keeps getting roles. Looking into it, there’s a deep meaning behind it all, I have probably figured out why Liang Yanran died.”

Walking on the streets late at night, patchy lights through the tree branches sprinkled onto her skirt, dancing like sparks.

“If we continue to investigate, I guess a lot of people will be involved. I have a son to take care of and I can’t risk my life, figuring out the cause of Liang Yanran’s death can be considered as my final stubbornness.”

“Hey, Ming Jing, are you listening?”

“Why are you not talking? Is the signal bad?” The sound of Zheng Qing muttering to herself came through the phone.

Ming Jing hung up the phone and walked alone for a long time.

Once one has seen the ocean, all else will be viewed as clouds.

He is a true Emperor of Acting, weaving a beautiful dream with his superb acting skills.

One moment, he was pledging forever; the next, he turned his knife against her.

What’s ridiculous is, she actually believed him.

Beads glide over her fingertips, one by one, clear and clean.

Those betrayals, pains, hesitations, despairs, and resentments- they once tormented her so vividly.

The bullet that pierced her heart on that day, the fresh blood that colored the snowy ground, as vivid as if it happened just yesterday.

Those resentments, they have already been released after more than four thousand days and nights of ancient lamps and Buddha.

What could be picked up, could also be put down.

The wind blowing her clothing, she walked calmly in the night, as beautiful as a blooming epiphyllum.

Han Suwen followed leisurely in his car, looking at the figure in front of him, for some unknow reason, he felt a sour sensation in his nose.

The Rans’ Mansion was brightly lit.

Shou Chang walked into the hall with Ye Shuang.

He used to know every grass and tree, every brick and tile here so well. When Master Wen was alive, he could come and go freely. But now, he was a prisoner.

A desolate feeling of “When the hare dies, the fox mourns” rose in Shou Chang’s heart.

“Shou Chang, three months have passed. Where is the person I asked for?”Ran Tengxiao sat on the living room sofa, brewing tea while asking indifferently.

Shou Chang lowered his head, “Initially, Yu Jiang instigated a rift between the three of us brothers. Lu Chang and I were envious of Ji Chang being trusted by Master Wen, and so we framed him as a traitor. All of this was a part of Yu Jiang’s scheme. She knew Master Wen would relentlessly pursue her all the way to Jingdu. It was Lu Chang and I who caused Master Wen’s death.”

Ran Tengxiao’s hand holding the purple clay teapot paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly.

“I’ll ask you one last time. Where is the person I’m looking for?”

“Yu Jiang was undercover beside Master Wen for two years. What did she—or the organization behind her—value so much they went to such great lengths? Was it Master Wen’s head? No, it was the Qinglong Seal in Master Wen’s possession.”

Ran Tengxiao walked towards him impassively, “The Qinglong Seal?”

“Master Xiao, this is getting pointless. You’ve gone to great lengths to find the mother and daughter, isn’t it for the Qinglong Seal? You should ask Xi Yu. He is Ji Chang’s son. Didn’t Ji Chang tell him about it? Back then, this secret was Ji Chang’s death warrant. For the woman he loved, Master Wen was willing to kill his own brother. Ask Xi Yu, is it worth it for the enemy who killed his father?”

Shou Chang started to chuckle.

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes, “You’ve met with Xi Yu?”

“What did he say to you?”

“He is my nephew, just expressing regard towards his uncle.”

“Good, so I’ll give you three more months. You decide what is more important – your son or your nephew.”

Ran Tengxiao gestured and Shou Chang was forced to leave.

“Master Xiao, why don’t you just ask Xi Yu?” Ye Shuang asked, puzzled.

Why go for such unnecessary trouble? Talk about Xi Yu or Dong Yu, never mind, one way or another, he will break sooner or later.

Ye Jian shot her a glare, “What have you been looking at? When did he meet Xi Yu?”

Ye Shuang stuck out her tongue, “Brother, I was wrong.”

Ye Jian glanced at Ran Tengxiao before saying to Ye Shuang, “Just this once. Don’t take it lightly next time. Now go.”

Ye Shuang hurriedly departed.

“Ye Jian, what do you think?” Ran Tengxiao asked.

Ye Jian knew he was referring to what Ye Shuang had said.

Simultaneously cursing Ye Shuang for being foolish and replying, “Not everyone can be threatened, and it might backfire with Xi Yu.”

Ran Tengxiao let out a sigh, “My wily uncle sure likes to keep tricks up his sleeve. Maybe Xi Yu is the ace he left for that mother and daughter. What I’m wondering is why, after hiding for twelve years, would he appear now? What is his goal?”

Ran Tengxiao tapped the table with his fingers, muttering to himself, “Xi Yu, I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

When Shou Chang left the Rans’ Mansion, a chill wind blew, making him shudder.

Looking back at the brightly lit mansion behind him, he had a sense of melancholy.

Xi Yu was right. His only use now was his insider knowledge; Ran Tengxiao still wasn’t willing to take his life.

Master Wen was both brave and cunning, cautious yet resolute. He was a formidable presence of his era. This Ran Tengxiao was no less than him, and arguably even more crafty.

But all this was within Xi Yu’s anticipations.

Shou Chang chuckled disdainfully. That seat wasn’t so easy to occupy. The reason Ran Tengxiao was so eager to find the mother and daughter was for the Qinglong Seal they had.

The two parts of the Qinglong Seal joint to form the Qinglong Order.

The true master of House Ran and the Xuanwu Hall is the one who possesses the Qinglong Order.

The mother and daughter were like a sword suspended above his head day and night, making him restless.

Curling his lips, Shou Chang figured out what Xi Yu was planning to do.

Master Wen’s death was caused by the Ran brothers, Ran Bocai and Ran Boxue. Their descendants couldn’t possibly turn out good.

One is Ran Qing, one is Ran Yang, and then there’s Ran Tengxiao. Truly a nest of vipers.

The true filial successor of the Rans is the one with Master Wen’s blood—the only one worthy.

Xi Yu, Xi Yu, I hope I won’t have to wait too long for that day.

And then, Master Wen will finally rest in peace in Heaven.