From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 708

Chapter 708: 363 Same Return (Second Watch)_2

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Bo Yuxun poured a glass of water, picked it up, and said solemnly, “Let’s drink water as if it’s wine, cheers to you.”

This toast was different from ordinary ones, celebrating the eternal spirit, the soul that would be remembered for generations, and the sincere thoughts that could be felt across a thousand miles.

Ming Jing picked up the glass, “Dr. Bo, it’s just a humble contribution from me, not worth mentioning. You are the real hope.”

Han Ye found the meat he was eating tasteless, so he picked up his water glass to join in on the fun, “Then I shall wish you two a delightful collaboration. With one having wealth and the other having talent, you two form a perfect match, unparalleled in the world.”

Ming Jing and Bo Yuxun exchanged smiles across the mist, and they saw the same determination in each other’s eyes.

It turned out that he was not alone in this world.

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The news of Ming Jing and Bo Yuxun eating hot pot together spread like wildfire. Jiangzhou was not that big, and Ming Jing did not deliberately hide her whereabouts. Meanwhile, Bo Yuxun had become the target of many ladies in Manjiangzhou, who wished to track his every move.

Now that the news of the two laughing and chatting over hot pot had spread, many people at home gritted their teeth, grinding the name “Ming Jing” between their molars, feeling a mixture of anger, hatred, and helplessness.

Could they blame Bo Yuxun for having poor taste? Impossible, they could only praise him for his excellent eye for people.

There was nothing wrong with Ming Jing, from her head down to her toenails, other than her background.

However, this very background, which people criticized the most, was also what they were most wary of. Apart from cursing Ming Jing behind her back, there was little else they could do.

People had to curse behind her back because the Qinglong Association was always listening. What if they were overheard, and the madman Ran Tengxiao came looking for trouble?

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Gao Jia smashed two flower vases at home. The more she thought about what her mother had said, the more she felt that her marriage partner was incomparable to Bo Yuxun. Except for being younger than him, he was unworthy of even carrying Bo Yuxun’s shoes. Also, when the two men stood together, their ages suddenly seemed to get reversed.

At the moment of uncertainty, Gao Jia heard the news of Bo Yuxun and Ming Jing eating hot pot together. For her, it was as if a delicious piece of meat she could not have but didn’t want her most detestable rival to have either.

Madam Gao instructed the maid to clean up the broken pieces on the floor and then smiled at Gao Jia, tapping her forehead, “You’re foolish. Ming Jing is Ran Bowen’s daughter, and the Bo family is a well-established, respectable family from Jingzhou. Granny Bo came from a true Scholarly Family background, so her standards are high. If she could fancy the Rans, I would write my name in reverse.”

“But what’s the use of Granny Bo’s opposition? As long as Dr. Bo is in love, there is hope. What chance do I have of competing with Ming Jing?”

Damn it, even a math genius wouldn’t be able to figure out any probability of winning against Ming Jing.

“Why do you need to compete with her? She has inherited everything from Ran Bowen, including his enemies. Do you know how many enemies Ran Bowen has?”

Madam Gao made an exaggerated expression, “Enough to circle Qujiang, the higher-profile she is, the more likely she is to die. Little do they know that she has become a thorn in the side for many people.”

Madam Gao leisurely sipped her tea, having not missed Madam Jiang’s performance last night. Thinking of a sensational case many years ago, she revealed a triumphant smile.

Ming Jing, her death was certain.

In winter, night falls early, and by 5 p.m., the sky was already dark.

In the north of Jiangzhou, there was a vast estate covering hundreds of acres. It included mountains, lakes, a horse track, an open-air swimming pool, and a large flower field.

There were no residents for miles around the estate.

Because this estate is called The Rans’ Manor.

It’s a simple and straightforward name.

Years ago, Ran Bowen had invited several feng shui masters to choose this place as his residence.

With a mountain as the Black Tortoise Xuanwu, a spacious Ming Hall as the Vermillion Bird Zhu Que, Green Dragon on the left and White Tiger on the right, it formed an enclosure that gathered the winds and energies, making it an excellent location in terms of feng shui.

Ran Bowen even built a merit archway for himself at the entrance of the manor. The man had thick skin indeed.

The arrival of a black car broke the tranquility of the manor’s entrance.

Seeing a strange car approaching, the sentries came over to drive them away.Those who enter or exit either have registered license plates or have made appointments beforehand. Is this person unaware of the Ran family’s rules?

Moreover, it’s not a luxury car, definitely not someone extraordinary, so they can be unreserved in their attitude.

“Hey, you better leave. This is not a place for you guys.” The guard impatiently shooed them away, as it was too cold outside, and he wanted to return to the booth to warm up.

The car window rolled down halfway, and a faint light shone on the delicate, snowy white face, soft and gentle smile of the young girl.

“I’m looking for Ran Tengxiao.”

The cold wind brushed her face, yet it seemed much gentler, but still incomparable to the rippling softness in her voice.

Daring to call Master Xiao by his full name? The guard thought this woman was simply reckless.

He took a closer look, and the vulgarity he had just uttered was suddenly stuck in his throat, amazed by the stunning beauty of the girl.

Her eyes gently lifted, like a scattered milky way.

“You… what do you want with Master Xiao? Do you have an appointment?” the guard stuttered.

He couldn’t help but steal glances at her.

Ming Jing gave a slight smile, “I am Ming Jing.”

The guard was somewhat puzzled, “It doesn’t matter what your name is… without an appointment, you can’t go in… ”

Another guard noticed something wrong and came over. He immediately kicked his companion discreetly and motioned for him to shut up, and then bowed and said, “So it’s the young miss who has returned. My brother is blind and didn’t recognize you. I hope you won’t mind, miss. I’ll open the door right away.”

He hurriedly opened the roadblock and bowed ninety degrees, “Wishing you a smooth journey, miss.”

“Thank you,” the young girl’s gentle voice fell on his ears.

Mao Er thought, this young miss was so polite even to a gatekeeper like him. She must be such a kind person. But with such a personality, she wouldn’t survive in the Rans’ household.

Not until the taillights of the car disappeared in the distance did one of them grumble, “Why did you kick me? Nobody can go in without an appointment… ”

“You fool, I told you to read the news but you keep playing games on your phone. That was Master Wen’s biological daughter, and even Master Xiao has to call her aunt. You’re such a fool.” He smacked him on the head a few times and still didn’t feel good enough.

“The first time she visited, you offended her. I don’t think you can even keep your job as a gatekeeper without angering others. You’re a genius.” Mao Er rebuked.

“Which Master Wen?”

“How many Master Wens are there in the Ran family?”

Realizing what he was talking about, the other person’s knees suddenly weakened, “Master Wen’s daughter? My god, she’s actually Master Wen’s daughter.”

Mao Er sighed, “Who would have thought that Master Wen had a daughter in this world? But in the Ran family, being too kind won’t survive.”

He secretly wiped some sweat on behalf of the young miss he had just met.

The Rans’ main villa was located on the highest ground, with no obstructions or barriers, and it looked like a lonely island in the darkness.

On a geomantic peak, when the wind blows, the energy scatters, an ill omen.

As soon as the car stopped, a group of people hurriedly emerged from the villa and stood by the door. All dressed in black, their posture was straight and their faces full of sternness. They were people to be respected from a distance.

Ye Jian opened the car door, “Miss, you’ve finally returned. Master Xiao has been waiting for a long time.”

Ming Jing got out of the car and looked at the brightly lit living room in front of her. It seemed like many people were there.

She gave a faint smile, brushed the fringes of her skirt that the night breeze had blown apart, and walked in with composure.