From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 615: 322 Plastic Surgery (First Update)

Zhu Xiangxiang examined the courier box several times but found no markings on it.

The sender’s column had the name Bai Shan, and the phone number was a dead line.

She took out that piece of paper and read it over and over again.

It was a DNA identification result.

It was the DNA identification result of Ming Jing and Lin Qing, which showed no blood relationship.

There was a stamp and signature of the identification agency in the lower right corner, and there was no possibility of forgery.

Although there were always suspicions, Zhu Xiangxiang couldn’t believe it when she finally saw the results.

How could Ming Jing dare…

More importantly, who had sent this identification report?

Whoever had managed to obtain Ming Jing’s hair was undoubtedly a significant figure.

Suddenly she thought of the rumors at school that Ming Jing had offended the Rans by vying for the position of President of the Jockey Club, and that this press conference was merely a lesson.

With the power of the Rans, it was entirely possible.

It seemed that Ming Jing really had made enemies.

But why did they send the identification results to her?

Zhu Xiangxiang’s breath tightened, feeling the paper suddenly burn her hands.

She heard the sound of a car engine outside the window and went over to take a look.

Zhu Wentao was back.

Ever since the incident, she had been avoiding Zhu Wentao, inexplicably afraid of him in her heart.

The only person she could discuss this with was Zhu Shaodan.

But Zhu Shaodan was too impulsive and would likely blabber about it, just like at Elder Theodore Shelby’s birthday banquet last time, and nobody would believe her, thinking she was trying to frame out of jealousy.

Zhu Xiangxiang hesitated for a while, and upon hearing the door close walked out.

At this time, Lin Qing was already resting.

Zhu Xiangxiang hovered at the door of the study, and suddenly the door was pulled open from the inside, startling her like a frightened little bunny.

Zhu Wentao stood at the entrance of the study, frowning at her: “Come in.”

Zhu Xiangxiang gritted her teeth and took a step inside.

As Zhu Wentao closed the study door, Xiangxiang subconsciously shrank her shoulders, like a quail.

“I apologize for last time. I was drunk and didn’t mean to. Don’t take it to heart,” Zhu Wentao said gently.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked up at him, seeing his sincere gaze and loving expression as always, finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Dad, I came to see you because there is something important I have to tell you.”

After much thought, Zhu Xiangxiang decided to take a gamble and tell Zhu Wentao the truth.

No one could see or grasp the value and benefits that Ming Jing brought, but the interests of the Zhu Group were visible before their eyes.

Zhu Wentao wasn’t a man with long-term vision, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been blinded and deceived by a woman.

Zhu Wentao nodded and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang put down the teacup, took out the paper, and handed it to Zhu Wentao, “You should take a look first.”

Zhu Wentao took it, and after reading the content, his face darkened.

“You did this identification?” Did this girl have such means?

Zhu Xiangxiang shook her head: “Someone sent it to me, I don’t know who it was. It might be Ming Jing’s enemy. She has now offended the Rans… ”

As expected, Zhu Wentao’s face darkened even more when he heard this.

He wouldn’t dare to offend the Rans even if he had the guts.

“Dad, I didn’t expect Ming Jing to not be the real daughter of you and mom. It seems it’s all her scheme. We don’t know her purpose yet, whether it is for money or… ”

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at Zhu Wentao’s face, “Or maybe we misunderstood Ming Jing, and mom’s real daughter had an accident. Ming Jing might have pretended to be mom’s real daughter to avoid making mom grieve, but doing so only makes mom sadder after all. I thought mom was unfair to Ming Jing, but it seems there really is a telepathic connection between mother and daughter. There was a reason mom didn’t like Ming Jing initially.”

“She deceived all of us, especially mom. Now mom has finally accepted Ming Jing. If mom finds out that Ming Jing has been deceiving her from the beginning, how can she bear such a blow?”

Zhu Wentao’s face grew even darker: “Who else have you told about this?”

“I only told you. Shaodan had some suspicions, but he hasn’t seen this identification result.””Let’s not act rashly and alert the enemy. Give me some time to think carefully.” Zhu Wentao furrowed his brows, his face full of worry.

“Then I won’t disturb you, Dad. I’ll go back to my room.” Zhu Xiangxiang turned and left.

“Wait, keep this from your mother. She can’t bear such a blow.”

“I know.” Zhu Xiangxiang opened the study door and went out. Seeing Li Juan who had just come upstairs, she frowned and asked, “What are you doing up here?”

Li Juan held a tray with a bowl of wontons on top, scattered with green onions and sesame oil, giving off an enticing aroma.

“Sir has come back for the night and asked the kitchen to make him his favorite shrimp wontons.”

Zhu Xiangxiang didn’t say anything and went back to her bedroom.

Li Juan knocked on the study door, and after getting permission, she entered respectfully.

She put down the bowl and pretended to tidy the desk, noticing the piece of paper on it.

Zhu Wentao furrowed his brows, “You can go. I don’t need you to clean up the study.”

Li Juan didn’t make a sound and turned to leave.

After closing the study door, Li Juan tried to recall the content on the paper. The Zhus all treated her as an illiterate vagrant woman, looking down on her and treating her with an arrogant, charity attitude as if they were saviors.

None of these rich people were any good.

It seemed like some identification result. What were those three letters?

DNA.

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“Many hospital research groups have applied for the Heart Project, and I’ve sent you the list of applicants and subjects. It’s currently in the preliminary review stage. Oh, by the end of this month, the foundation has been invited to hold a volunteer week lecture at Jiangzhou University. You are the invitee… but since you’re recovering from your injuries now, I haven’t replied yet. Mainly because of your injuries…”

“It’s fine, help me accept the invitation.”

“Alright.” The foundation is now managed by a professional team. The manager, Qiao Shuangshuang, has strong business capabilities and many years of experience. Since she took charge of the foundation, everything has been in good order.

After hanging up the phone, Ming Jing picked up the teapot and poured a cup of green tea.

A series of footsteps came from outside the door. In the next instant, a dark shadow swept in like a whirlwind, snatching the tea bowl from Ming Jing’s hand and gulping it down.”

Drinking tea like a cattle is akin to a cattle chewing on a peony.

Ming Jing shook off the lingering cold from the intruder, her voice calm and gentle, “No one is fighting you for it, drink slowly.”

Zheng Qing slapped the tea bowl down and stared at Ming Jing, “Do you know Bo Yujiang?”

Ming Jing smiled, “We’ve met once.”

“Do you know who the author of ‘Wind on the Clouds’ is?”

“Bo Yujiang.”

“Do you know who Bo Yujiang is?” The questions were circling around, which would probably make anyone else dizzy.

Ming Jing’s eyes grew even more profound, the smile on her lips gentle: “Who is it?”

Zheng Qing stared at her closely before giving up, unable to see anything.

The expression management of a teenager is too good, even more sophisticated than a veteran of decades.

Zheng Qing cursed in her heart, “She’s the young lady of the Bos in Jiangzhou. No wonder she doesn’t seem like an ordinary person.”

“Speaking of the Bos,” Zheng Qing grabbed a snack and stuffed it into her mouth, talking between bites, “I spent some time in the circles of noble families in Jingzhou a few years ago and heard some rumors about this young lady of the Bos. When she was about three or four years old, she got lost. The Bos searched for over ten years until they found her twelve years ago. I heard she lived a tough life before that, but now she’s a young lady, truly a case of hardship turning sweet.”

Zheng Qing glanced at the girl sitting peacefully across from her, but her expression still revealed nothing.

Did she guess wrong?

She found out about Bo Yujiang’s identity in the last few days. Before, she’d only heard of her but never had any contact with her. That Bo Yujiang turned out to be the author of ‘Wind on the Clouds.’ How could there be such a coincidence?

She didn’t believe it.

It wasn’t until three days ago when she met Bo Yujiang in person that she felt a sense of familiarity.

Zheng Qing pointed at herself, “Do you know my nickname?”

“The Green Ghost.”

Zheng Qing snapped her fingers, pointing at her face, “My Face Changing Technique is unparalleled, no one can match it. People call it the Face Changing Technique. Besides top plastic surgeons, no one understands the structure of the human face better than me. For example, your incredible height makes it hard to see that you’re a thirteen-year-old girl, but I could tell at a glance.”

Zheng Qing swallowed her snack and continued with a sip of tea, “The moment I saw Bo Yujiang’s face, I realized that the plastic surgeon was amazing, making not a single trace visible. But how could it escape my discerning eye? She messed up by…

Zheng Qing suddenly slammed the table, her eyes filled with righteous indignation, “She altered her appearance to resemble A Yu! Disgusting! What a vile person.”