From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 730 - Chapter 730: 375 Opposition_3

Chapter 730: 375 Opposition_3

Ming Jing furrowed her brows: “Do you really want to know?”

Zhu Shaodan adamantly said: “I have to know.”

“Alright.”

Ming Jing pulled him to one side, and after a while, a young man’s angry growl was heard: “Zhu Xiangxiang… How dare she.”

“I told you the truth, but don’t act impulsively and do something stupid. Now that Madam Zhu is sick, it’s your Senior who is holding up the Zhus. As the Zhus’ only pillar of support, impulsiveness won’t solve problems. You’re already sixteen years old, and it’s time to grow up after all this time.”

Zhu Shaodan hung his head, his sharpness gone, like a deflated ball, listless and downcast.

“When will my dad wake up?”

Bo Yuxun walked over and said, “Mr. Zhu has injured his nervous system in the brain. Many famous neurosurgeons have consulted on his case, but no one can say for sure when he will wake up. It depends on fate now.”

Zhu Shaodan didn’t notice Bo Yuxun at the banquet that day, so this was his first time seeing the man in front of him, thinking he was Ming Jing’s friend.

He looked dignified, graceful, and full of mature charm, yet his face was extremely young, his speech eloquent and refined, with an air of nobility.

Zhu Shaodan looked doubtful: “You’re a doctor?”

The man nodded.

Zhu Shaodan glanced at Ming Jing with some impatience, but she pretended not to see it: “You should go back. Staying here is useless. Madam Zhu might feel better seeing you.”

Or, maybe worse.

As Zhu Shaodan passed by Ming Jing, he lowered his voice and said: “This man is good, suitable to be my brother-in-law.”

Ming Jing gave him a cold glance, and Zhu Shaodan had never seen her look so fierce before. He was startled, and quickly slipped away.

Bo Yuxun awkwardly touched his nose, who asked for his hearing to be too good?

Ming Jing closed her eyes and took a step back, speaking faintly: “I apologize, Dr. Bo, my junior brother is reckless in his speech and making jokes. I hope you don’t take it to heart.”

Bo Yuxun smiled, “It’s nothing, children speak without thinking.”

Still innocent at sixteen or seventeen, it’s hard to know if he was being sarcastic or complimentary.

Bo Yuxun glanced at his wristwatch, “It’s still early, let me treat you to a cup of coffee.”

When Gao Jia left the hospital, she saw Bo Yuxun’s back and instinctively rejoiced, wanting to go up and greet him. She turned her gaze and saw the girl beside him, her face changed instantly.

She quietly followed the two, watching them enter a cafe, and saw through the glass window that they were chatting happily.

Dr. Bo was always calm, and she had never seen him smile, but when he faced Ming Jing, he was so gentle. This scene deeply hurt Gao Jia’s eyes.

“Ming Jing…”. Gao Jia gritted the name between her lips and teeth, with a hint of hatred.

The night wind was chilly, and the hanging lanterns under the eaves swayed as the light flickered unreliably. The shifting, mottled light cast shadows across the courtyard, adding a sense of desolation and strange eeriness.

“Madam.” Zhou Xue walked over and draped a coat over the woman’s shoulders.

In front of the woman was a half-human-tall dead tree, casting a ghostly shadow under the mottled light, that inexplicably made one’s heart tremble and back shiver with cold.

Zhou Xue lowered her gaze, “Bo Yuxun has been staying in the hospital, and he met Ming Jing tonight. The two are now chatting happily in a cafe, but as for what they’re talking about, it’s hard to know for now.”

“What do you think the two of them would talk about?”

“I dare not speculate.”

Bo Yuxun was investigating the events of that year, and he might already have some clues. And Ming Jing, she and Madam had a deep-seated hatred between them.

With these two together, what could they talk about? They could guess even with their toes.

Besides, was Bo Yuxun really staying in Jiangzhou just to avoid Mayor Qian? This excuse might work for others, but it seemed ridiculous to the Bos.

Ten Mayor Qians were not enough for the Bos to even carry their shoes.

“Do you think Ming Jing is really Ran Bowen’s daughter?” The woman suddenly asked softly.

Zhou Xue was taken aback, “There… shouldn’t be any falsehood, right? Ran Tengxiao personally confirmed it. He is not the same as the Zhu family.”

Ran Tengxiao was not like those fools in the Zhu family, and he wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

The woman curved her lips and raised her hand to gently touch the dead branches, her tender expression like caressing her lover’s face.

“No matter who she is, since she has chosen to stand against me, there is no turning back.”

A long sigh dissipated into the night.

“What a pity, I actually admired you so much.”

Zhou Xue lowered her gaze without saying a word, her heart uneasy.

“How is the matter going?”

The woman turned around, her eyes colder and darker than the chilly winter night.