From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Liu Muxue stared for a moment, then furrowed her eyebrows and muttered as she walked over.

Upon seeing her, Xie Zhen immediately asked, “Who was Mr. Liu talking to?”

By now, Xie Zhen had figured out how to get along with Liu Muxue: to coax and appease her, making her less intimidating.

Liu Muxue gave her a glance, “Do you think I have superhuman hearing? I couldn’t hear from that far away.”

Xie Zhen choked on her words, wanting to slap herself for her loose tongue.

Liu Muxue and Xie Zhen walked a few steps and suddenly realized that Ming Jing hadn’t followed them. Turning back, they saw Ming Jing standing under the tree, gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. Her usually relaxed eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Liu Muxue found this curious and asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

Xie Zhen shook her head, “I don’t know….”

“What do you know? All you do is giggle foolishly all day, just like an idiot,” Liu Muxue said irritably.

Xie Zhen: …

Personal attacks were too much.

“Zhu Mingjing, are you thinking about men?” Liu Muxue called out leisurely, her arms folded.

Xie Zhen looked at her in horror.

These words successfully pulled Ming Jing back from her thoughts. She looked up at Liu Muxue, her eyes deep as the ocean. The golden glow of the setting sun cascaded over her brows and hair, making her appear ethereal.

Xie Zhen and Liu Muxue both felt a tremor in their hearts.

Ming Jing lowered her gaze, walked over, and past the two, leaving without another word.

Liu Muxue and Xie Zhen exchanged glances.

“Did I guess right?” Liu Muxue murmured.

As the three left, Bo Lianye appeared at the school gate.

After some thought, Bo Lianye made a phone call.

“Auntie, I saw Mr. Liu today. He’s the head of the grading committee for this year’s Winter Camp.”

“Really? Then I’ll talk to Xiang Yue and ask him to take extra care of you. You’re not like the others; you’re his niece. It’s only right that he looks after you,” a gentle, melodious female voice came from the phone.

“No, I don’t want any special treatment. Otherwise, people might think my grades are thanks to Mr. Liu’s help. That wouldn’t be good.”

“You’re a clever one. Hasn’t Xiang Yue been tutoring you privately? If he heard you say this….”

“Auntie, you won’t tell him, will you? Mr. Liu won’t know if you don’t tell him.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything….” The woman laughed indulgently.

“A Jiang… look at my new non-surgical nose job…”

“Lianye, I can’t talk now. I’m meeting Aunt Mao. I’ll hang up and we can talk more when I get home,” the woman said before hanging up.

A non-surgical nose job? Was Aunt Mao getting plastic surgery?

Bo Lianye shook her head with a smile. Aunt Mao was always up to something.

“Miss, you’re back.” Nanny Cui came over with a smile and took Bo Lianye’s backpack.

In the Bo family, Bo Lianye was considered the younger mistress because there was a real young mistress in the family.

That young mistress was the apple of the old lady’s eye and the pearl of the entire Bo family.

Bo Lianye nodded, “Where are my parents?”

“Your father is at a meeting in the city, and Madam is playing cards. They should be back soon, judging by the time.”

“I’ll go see grandma then.” Bo Lianye pushed open the door to the first-floor bedroom and walked in with a smile.

“Is A Jiang back?” The old lady was sitting on a rocking chair on the balcony, gently rocking back and forth as she asked.

“Grandma, you’re too biased. You always think about Aunt Jiang. Hmph, Lianye is going to be upset.”

The young girl pretended to be offended, causing the old lady to smile broadly.

“It’s my little Lianye. I miss you too.”

The old lady was quite old, her hair gone white, but still neatly combed and gathered into a bun at the back of her head, secured with a wooden hairpin.

Although her skin had loosened with age, it was still fair and smooth. Her kind eyes and graceful movements brought to mind the saying, “Age cannot wither a true beauty.”

While years can accelerate metabolism and speed up aging from a physiological perspective, only someone who remains elegant in defiance of time can truly be considered beautiful.

Unfortunately, the old lady’s eyes were cloudy and unfocused, for she was blind, evoking great pity.

The old lady hugged the young girl, gently patting her back.

Bo Lianye inhaled slightly; the old lady smelled of age, just like Su Wen’s grandmother who lived at her house. Su Wen mentioned that her grandmother’s smell was unbearable, and she didn’t like being close to her.