From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 288: 133 Fog (Part One)_4

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Qu Feitai curled his lips: “Are you my fan?”

Zhao Qin glanced at Ming Jing, and said with a smile, “Yes, I’m a diehard fan.” “Since you’re my fan, you must know the main song of my first album, right?” The young man’s eyes were as black as an abyss, revealing a faint mockery.

“It’s not easy to fool me.” Zhao Qin’s charm was fully displayed in her flirtatious gaze.

“Today we meet for the first time, and I fell in love at first sight. I wonder if the great star Qu can give me a chance?”

Qu Feitai’s face darkened, making his cold and handsome eyebrows stand out even more.

Zhao Qin smiled from the corner of her mouth and glanced at Ming Jing, who seemed indifferent all along.

It seemed that the prince was eager but the nymph was uninterested.

“Miss Zhao, please have some self-respect.” Qu Feitai’s voice was cold, freezing enough to form ice.

“Gentleman pursues fair maiden, and lady seeks gentleman. Why are you so nervous? Who are you afraid that will misunderstand?” Zhao Qin said with a grin.

At this time, the manager started to serve the dishes. Hearing this sentence from Zhao Qin, the manager’s hands trembled as he held the dish and secretly glanced at Qu Feitai and Zhu Mingjing.

“Oh? Pretty sister, you got it wrong. It’s ‘fair maiden seeks gentleman, gentleman pursues fair maiden’. If you have virtue, a gentleman will naturally see your good qualities and pursue you actively.” Ming Chen blinked innocently and spoke with a naive face.

Qu Feitai couldn’t help but curve his lips, admiring the clever little girl.

In other words, only a person without virtue would keep throwing themselves at someone, losing a woman’s dignity in the process.

Zhao Qin stared at Ming Chen: “Little devil, are you insulting me?”

Ming Chen maintained her innocent smile: “Prettv sister. where did I sav a

dirty word?”

Zhao Qin pinched Ming Chen’s chubby little face, scoffed and said, ‘You’re such a cunning little kid, who did you learn from?” Who else could it be but Zhu Mingjing?

Both are as elusive and cunning as each other.

Ming Chen straightened her fingers and said earnestly, “This poem is from ‘The Classic of Poetry: Guan Jul . I learned it from a textbook.”

“Who’s asking you about that?”

“Ming Chen.” Ming Jing suddenly spoke.

“You should not be disrespectful to Miss Zhao.”

Ming Chen pouted resentfully, “Alright, it’s my fault. Miss Zhao, please forgive a little child like me. Even if you recited the poem wrongly, I shouldn’t have pointed it out and embarrassed you.”

Poor little girl, Zhao Qin couldn’t help but smile. No wonder she was able to annoy Pan Jingjing into action, this girl truly has an expert way of choking people with her words.

If she’s already like this at such a young age, what would she be like when she grows up?

Qu Feitai tried to suppress his laughter, secretly giving Ming Chen an encouraging look.

Well done!

When Ming Chen shrunk and knitted her little brows, she looked particularly pitiful, making Zhao Qin seem petty and small-minded for arguing with a child.

The manager thought to himself, Miss Zhao has often been arrogant and overbearing, not even sparing a child. It’s really too much.

“What a good little sister taught by Miss Zhu, I’m truly impressed today.”

Ming Jing smiled faintly, “Children know no bounds, forgive me if my sister has offended you, Miss Zhao.”

This person is like a sponge – no matter what you throw at her, she just absorbs it, making others feel helpless.

Zhao Qin snorted and glared at Ming Chen, “Little girl, I helped you today, and this is how you repay me?”

Ming Chen blinked her big eyes, “Pretty sister, I’m really grateful to you in my heart. My sister inviting you to dinner is a token of gratitude. If that’s not enough, I know you’re in a bad mood, so you can take it out on me however you like. I won’t mind.’

How considerate.

Zhao Qin was speechless, realizing that she couldn’t win an argument against a child, which was humiliating for her as Miss Zhao.

“Let’s eat.” Ran Tengxiao, who had been silent, finally spoke. He glanced at Ming Chen, “Little girl, you’re very cute. You can come to my house as a guest anytime.”

Ming Chen sensed this man wasn’t someone to be trifled with, so she obediently lowered her head to eat.

Ming Ti couldn’t pretend to be cute, and she feared that her words would provoke this violent woman to flip the table. She wisely kept silent.

Zhao Qin stared at the two little girls with identical faces, “Having two such sweet sisters, Miss Zhu must be living a very comfortable life every day. It’s really enviable.”

Ming Jing smiled slightly, “They are sensible and obedient – indeed, it’s very comfortable.”

Zhao Qin gave a dry laugh, feeling that the three sisters seemed to be born to torment her. Why had she come here to get angry?

Ran Tengxiao placed some vegetables on Zhao Qin’s plate, “Eat some greens to cool down.”

Zhao Qin glared at him, “Cousin, even you’re laughing at me?”

Ming Jing never spoke while eating, and Ming Ti and Ming Chen were no

different. For a moment, the table quieted down.

Ran Tengxiao glanced at the girl in front of him, who was graceful as she picked up her chopsticks. Her movements were so light and gentle that they made no sound as she touched her plate. She was elegant and unhurried, like a beautiful painting that was a feast for the eyes.

Despite having lived in the mountains for sixteen years, there wasn’t a trace of crudeness or vulgarity in her. Instead, her every move was that of a graceful and elegant lady, as if cultivation and etiquette were ingrained in her bones and fused with her blood.

The more Ran Tengxiao observed her, the more he felt she was an enigma. The Zhu family wasn’t exactly a pedigreed noble clan, so it didn’t make sense to say it was inherited either..