From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 161 - 161: 082 Master (an updated version)_2

Li Qingyao’s lips twitched.

She really couldn’t connect Zhu Mingjing with the swindling master.

As if seeing what she was thinking, Madam Li glanced at her disdainfully, “You must not disrespect Master Zhu. The gods and Buddha are watching from above. Just look at Jiao Mei, who didn’t listen to Master Zhu and disrespect him, and now she’s really in trouble. You have no idea how miserable she looked, crying and weeping in front of Master Zhu.”

Li Qingyao was caught between laughter and tears. “Mom, I’m the kind of student who can score full marks in college, and this kind of feudal superstition is just cultural dregs. Save it for yourself. But I didn’t expect her to look very gentle and cultured, but turns out to be a big swindler behind the scenes. Indeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover.”

Madam Li slapped her on the back and scolded, “Phooey! Forget what you just said and don’t disrespect Master Zhu.”

After saying this, she put her hands together and bowed toward the sky. “Master Zhu, my daughter didn’t mean it. Please don’t blame her. She’s still a child.”

Li Qingyao secretly rolled her eyes.

“By the way, come with me to see Master Zhu tomorrow and see if you can get into your dream university this time.”

Li Qingyao furrowed her brows. “Mom, isn’t that a bit too much? How many points I score is related to my own ability, not to seeking help from others. If you want to go, you go. I won’t.”

“You, this child…”

At this time, the phone in the living room rang, and the nanny answered it. “Ma’am, it’s a call from Mrs. Gao.”

Madam Li walked over and picked up the phone. “Mrs. Gao, it’s me.”

“Madam Song is fine, just some superficial injuries, she’ll be alright in a few days. Yes, yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Madam Li hung up the phone. “Mrs. Gao has asked me to have afternoon tea with her tomorrow afternoon. It looks like there’s no time tomorrow, I’ll take you to Master Zhu some other time.”

These rich ladies gather every once in a while. What do they do at the gatherings? They compare each other’s beauty, husbands, children, and children’s achievements. There are so many things they can compare.

So every time they have a gathering, she would do everything possible to outshine the other ladies. Tomorrow morning, she would go for a beauty treatment, get her hair done, and call the designer to send her the latest seasonal clothes.

“By the way, I forgot to ask if Madam Zhu was invited.”

Rumor has it that Lin Qing is divorcing Zhu Wentao, so she probably isn’t in the mood to attend such a gathering right now.

Escaping wasn’t the solution; only by appearing dazzling could she shut those people up. Moreover, she had a bad reputation among these ladies, and Ming Jing was the one who made it up for her.

Without a husband, I still have a daughter. None of your daughters are as good as mine, and I am still the most outstanding in the whole gathering.

“Miss Xiangxiang, please take a rest.” In the garden, Uncle Wen looked at the hat-wearing young girl and said pityingly.

“Uncle Wen, I’m fine; I don’t feel tired at all. I don’t mind doing more work as long as I can stay in The Zhus. I will learn seriously, Uncle Wen, please continue teaching me how to trim.”

Uncle Wen sighed, “Miss Xiangxiang, you should stop confronting Ms. Ming

Jing. Listen to her, and life in The Zhus will be much better for you.”

Zhu Xiangxiang looked a little downhearted. “I owe her so much, so I will do whatever she tells me. It’s just that Dad has supported me for so many years, and I can’t bear to see Daddy being bullied by her. After all, he’s her father too.

How can she be so heartless?”

Uncle Wen knew in his heart that Zhu Wentao deserved it. Part of him sympathized with Zhu Xiangxiang, but rationally he knew Ming Jing was right, especially since even the old Madam was on Ming Jing’s side. Uncle Wen glanced at Zhu Xiangxiang. Was she really worried about Zhu Wentao?

For the past sixteen years, the person who invested the most in her was Madam, and the relationship between mother and daughter was at its best. If she were truly a filial daughter, she would understand how a filial daughter should view a cheating father and not aid and abet him under the guise of family affection.

Uncle Wen sighed again, “What about Madam?”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face stiffened.

Uncle Wen didn’t say anything more. “Miss Xiangxiang, you go have a rest, let me do it.”

Madam had loved her so much for sixteen years, but she truly turned out to be an ungrateful wretch.

Zhu Xiangxiang took off her straw hat and walked into the living room. Madam Zhou called out from the kitchen, “Xiangxiang, come help me pick some vegetables..”