From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

The other two roommates as well as Li Tingting were all present, and they all gave her a disdainful glance.

Li Tingting sneered, “What’s gotten into you?”

Lan Huixin slapped her own leg viciously, causing her to gasp from the pain.

“I’m not dreaming!”

Lan Huixin’s eyes wandered over to the other three, who were all staring at her as if she were an idiot. The words that Lan Huixin had intended to blurt out were immediately swallowed back down.

At this time, she got a call from Qing Zheng, arranged a meeting place, and jumped out of bed cheerfully. After spending ten minutes getting ready, she left the room with a bang.

“What’s wrong with her?” one of the roommates asked.

“She must have gotten some resources. I was even more excited than her when I first got a part in a play,” another roommate answered.

Li Tingting’s eyebrows furrowed as she thought about the audition the day before, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread.

No way.

“Maybe she’s on some rich guy’s payroll now. I even saw an old man driving her back yesterday,” Li Tingting pretended to casually mention.

“So it seems that even our unyielding, aloof campus beauty can no longer resist temptation,” Roommate One said with a hint of mockery.

“Who would bother to take the long way if they’ve found a shortcut? She won’t be putting on such an arrogant face anymore,” Roommate Two chimed in.

Li Tingting’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

——

“Brother Zheng, I’m sorry I’m late,” Lan Huixin had thought Brother Zheng would be quite handsome, but the real person was a bit disappointing.

He was average-looking, but his eyes were quite striking.

Zheng Qing pushed a contract towards her, “Take a look at the contract. If there’s no problem, go ahead and sign.”

Lan Huixin flipped directly to the last page and signed her name.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you going to read the terms? Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you?”

Little girl was just too naive.

Lan Huixin laughed, “Because I trust Ming Jing. She would never harm me.”

After signing her name, Lan Huixin started reading the contract from the first page, and her eyes widened in shock.

“Brother Zheng, is there a printing error in the contract?”

This contract seemed to be treating newcomers way too kindly. She almost got tricked into signing with another agency before, and that contract was like eating people without spitting out the bones.

Zheng Qing took a sip of coffee and smiled slightly, “Don’t misunderstand, our company treats every artist like this.”

Lan Huixin burst into laughter, “I knew it, Ming Jing would never lie to me.”

Zheng Qing pushed a set of keys to her, “According to company policy, every artist can enjoy a company-provided apartment. Since you’re studying in Jingzhou, your focus will also be there, so we’ve rented an apartment for you there. Move in when you have time. You won’t be able to stay in the dormitory once you become famous, and artists need to pay attention to their privacy.”

“Thank you, Brother Zheng.” Lan Huixin happily accepted the keys.

“I will definitely work hard in my acting and not let the company down.”

The girl looked innocent but had a sweet mouth. Zheng Qing was satisfied with her and smiled.

“You’ve received a call from The Flame’s Crew, right? You’ve successfully auditioned for the second female lead. There’s an opening ceremony tomorrow, so be there on time. I’ll assign an assistant to accompany you and take care of you.”

Zheng Qing glanced at the time, “If there’s nothing else, go back first.”

Lan Huixin hesitated for a moment before asking, “Brother Zheng, has Ye Zhen signed with our company too?”

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

Lan Huixin playfully stuck out her tongue, “I might be colleagues with her in the future. This is called caring about my colleagues.”

“You better start caring about yourself first, Ye Zhen doesn’t need your concern.”

After Lan Huixin left, Ye Zhen sat down in her place, and a waiter brought her a cup of coffee.Ye Zhen pinched the spoon, gently stirring it evenly, and elegantly sipped.

Zheng Qing squinted at her, “Is Ye Zhen a name you gave yourself?”

Ye Zhen put down her coffee cup, “Names are just codes, they’re not important.”

“I know a person who is also named Ye Zhen.” Zheng Qing stared closely at her face and didn’t miss any changes.

Ye Zhen laughed, “Is that so? There are many people with the same name in the world, it’s not that rare.”

Zheng Qing pulled out a contract and pushed it toward her, “Even though you are Ming Jing’s senior, we still need to separate things properly. If you don’t have any objections, please sign the contract.”

Ye Zhen picked up the pen Lan Huixin had just used, turned to the last page, and signed her name.

Zheng Qing raised an eyebrow; her signature was not Ye Zhen, but Ming Xin.

After signing, Ye Zhen pushed the contract back to her, “Brother Qing, I hope you’ll guide me more in the future.”

Zheng Qing stirred her coffee without a word, “I’m surprised that you auditioned successfully and caught Yu Dawei’s eye. Did you really have no acting background?”

Ever since this Ming Xin woke up, she exuded an evil aura.

Both her and Ming Jing were strange.

What kind of feng shui did Baitou Mountain’s Jiyue Temple have to produce such monsters one after another?

Ye Zhen laughed, “Did those previous Lady Yu’s have any acting background?”

None of the previous Lady Yu’s graduated from professional schools. Guan Qing was even more exaggerated. She was discovered by Yu Dawei at a convenience store, and he made her star in a movie. Who would’ve thought that a high school dropout and a supermarket cashier could later become a grand slam actress?

Yu Dawei’s standards for choosing people were incomprehensible and he didn’t look for acting skills. He himself was the best acting teacher, able to sculpt even wooden materials.

Zheng Qing didn’t dwell on this and changed the topic, “Did Liang Yanran tell you in her dreams where Xue An, the grandson, was hiding?”

She usually wouldn’t discuss superstitions, but she couldn’t completely dismiss them either.

Since Liang Xiaohong was arrested, Xue An disappeared from public view.

It was said that the last time he was seen was on the night Liang Xiaohong was arrested, at Chao’an District Police Station. After he was released on bail, no one ever saw him again.

Zheng Qing studied him for a long time. Xue An had many unresolved mysteries, not only Liang Yanran’s death, but perhaps even more secrets.

For example, his first love from twelve years ago. Zheng Qing pondered for a long time; the methods in this case reminded her of something familiar.

She was now trying to find the hidden hand behind Xue An’s capital by analyzing him. Maybe this hidden hand was related to the incident from twelve years ago…

Zheng Qing’s mind suddenly reeled, again twelve years ago, was it really such a coincidence?

The day Xue An apologized on Weibo was the twelfth of December, eleven years ago.

The day she saw A Yu’s body was the twentieth of December.

That year in Jingzhou, there was rarely heavy snowfall, the world was dressed in silver. Heaven knew that she loved snow and it was as if it was sending her off.

Since returning from abroad, they were assigned separate undercover missions.

At that time, the entertainment industry was embroiled in a money laundering case with far-reaching implications. She disguised herself as Zheng Qing and infiltrated the entertainment circle, uprooting the crime after two years. As for where A Yu went, she didn’t know, only vaguely aware that A Yu’s mission was several times more dangerous than hers.

For two years, they had no contact with each other, as that was the organization’s rule that no one dared to break.

Before A Yu left, she told her that she had made a deal with Night Hawk. After completing this mission, she would leave the organization and live a free life.

Ultimately, she didn’t gain freedom; her life was forever frozen at the age of twenty-four.

She always thought it was Night Hawk abandoning her; people with no value could only meet a dead end.

Now that she thought about it, things back then might not have been so simple.

In Xue An’s timeline, he took care of a girl for half a year. This timeframe coincided with when A Yu was injured.

A Yu returned, blood-covered, having succeeded in her mission but nearly losing her life.

At the time, she was entangled with a big boss and couldn’t take care of A Yu. When she returned again, she was faced with A Yu’s corpse.

Xue An… Zheng Qing mulled over this name, clenching her fists, and her eyes darkened.