From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 660: 343 Curtain (First Watch)

Li Jiaojiao and Zhao Qin got out of the car, “Tut tut, what a scene. The Zhus are really something now, but they’re still just upstarts at heart, being from such a small town.”

Speaking of the Zhus, they weren’t really a top-tier family in Jiangzhou. The different strata of great families had rankings, and the Zhus were only a lower-ranking one.

But after the true and fake heiresses appeared, with the reputation of the real heiress, Ming Jing, rising, the Zhus also gained fame. They are now quite a hot topic.

Zhao Qin adjusted her shawl with a gloomy, indescribable expression.

“Let’s go.”

Ye Shuang had been banished to Yunzhou. When she asked Xiao Hua for news, it turns out that Ye Shuang had tried to assassinate Ming Jing, and Xi Yu had indeed, turned out to be Ming Jing’s man.

With Xi Yu’s protection, Ye Shuang naturally couldn’t succeed.

Ye Shuang isn’t a fool, so why would she try to assassinate Ming Jing for no reason?

There must be something behind this.

Zhao Qin furrowed her brows, always feeling like she had overlooked something.

Then a Rolls-Royce stopped behind them, and Li Jiaojiao squinted to see who it was.

“Who’s this? What a show.”

A chauffeur in uniform got out of the car, walked to the back, and respectfully bowed to open the rear door.

A beautiful foot wearing a red high heel stepped out first. The red was so bright and passionate that it made the red on Zhao Qin seem dull in comparison.

A red skirt fluttered, and a petite, exquisite young lady bent down and walked out of the car. In the middle of winter, she wore a red dress, bare-chested, and backless. Although beautiful, it was also freezing…

The appearance of this young lady immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Wearing clothes like this in winter was really an act of bravery.

Especially now with the cold front, today’s temperature had dropped below zero.

Liu Muxue’s brain was frozen. She never expected that the weather would be so cold. Her face was stiffened, meaning that no facial expression could be made. In the eyes of others, she was a cold, emotionless beauty.

A suit jacket was draped over her shoulders. Liu Muxue turned her head to look. In the hazy twilight, the young man had an elegant, clean face, fluid jawline, and his eyebrows had a touch of red vermilion, making him look even more handsome. His eyes were like they had been washed with water, clean and clear.

His lips were thin, with a labret making him look somewhat sexy. People say that those with thin lips are fickle, but he happened to be an extremely gentle man.

But his gentleness was, after all, merciless for Liu Muxue.

“It’s too cold. Don’t catch a cold,” the young man said softly, as if even the cold wind passing by him was a little more gentle.

Liu Muxue hummed, “I don’t need your fake kindness!”

Although she said this, she tightened the jacket around her shoulders anyway.

The two walked up the red carpet. Liu Muxue mumbled, “Why did you come? Can you handle this kind of event?”

“I promised my mother I would take good care of you.”

Hearing him say this, Liu Muxue got even angrier. “Mother? You say it so affectionately, but she’s my mom, not yours!”

The young man didn’t take her words to heart.

Li Jiaojiao’s gaze was fixed on the young man with a red mole in the middle of his eyebrows, with deep amazement surging in her eyes.

She blocked Liu Muxue’s way with a smirk, “Ms. Liu, we meet again.”

Liu Muxue was too cold to make small talk and grunted, trying to ignore her and walk in.

Li Jiaojiao blocked her path, her gaze falling on the young man beside her, “Won’t you introduce us, Ms. Liu?”

With his tall and slender figure, the young man looked even more handsome up close. His eyelashes were longer and denser than a girl’s, like a small fan, fluttering and touching Li Jiaojiao’s heart.

Liu Muxue squinted at Li Jiaojiao, seeing her unblinkingly staring at Liu Jingyun. The alarms in her heart rang, and she became angry.

But she soon broke into a bright, indescribable smile.

Liu Muxue affectionately hung onto Liu Jingyun’s arm. Under Liu Jingyun’s bewildered gaze, she spoke softly through her red lips.

“His name is Liu Jingyun, my… childhood husband. How about that, do you like him?”

Liu Jingyun was stunned and turned to look at her.

Li Jiaojiao frowned, “Childhood husband? Are you kidding me? What era is this? How could such absurd things still happen?”

Liu Muxue rolled her eyes and said irritably, “Whatever I do with my man is my business. If you have the guts, go ahead and sue me! Anyone who dares to covet what’s mine better weigh their worth before they even consider it, hmph!”

After saying this, she walked past Li Jiaojiao with Liu Jingyun on her arm.

Li Jiaojiao took a deep breath, “She’s really too arrogant.”