From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 637: 335 Doubt_2

“Crab?” Ming Jing furrowed her brow. “Doesn’t he know the elderly can’t eat this?”

No one in the Zhus liked crab, except for Granny Zhu. What was Zhu Wentao trying to do?

“Well…” Madam Zhou hesitated. “The master probably didn’t think that much. He didn’t do it on purpose.”

Ming Jing looked at Granny Zhu and asked, “Did he not go out today?”

Madam Zhou shook her head, “Madam went out early to meet friends, Xiangxiang went on a trip with her classmates. As for the young master, he’s never idle when he’s home.”

Ming Jing glanced upstairs, rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen. “I’ll make a stomach-soothing, spleen-strengthening porridge, and some medicinal cuisine. When Granny wakes up, I’ll feed her a little.”

Madam Zhou hurriedly said, “Miss, let me assist you.”

“No need, Madam Zhou. Just take a break. You’ve worked hard taking care of Granny all this time.”

Madam Zhou’s eyes welled up with tears. The young lady was the hardworking and filial one, a thousand times better than Zhu Xiangxiang. Born into poverty, Zhu Xiangxiang grew up without a care in the world, taking Granny for granted. There was a cold distance between them, no blood relation—a white-eyed wolf who could never truly be part of the family.

Li Juan popped out of the corner, cracking sunflower seeds, “Miss is here.”

Madam Zhou shot her a glance. “Get to work and stop adding chaos.”

“How can this be called chaos? Let me help Miss.” Li Juan expertly tossed a sunflower seed skin into the trash and walked into the kitchen, sleeves rolled up.

The young lady didn’t chase her out, even telling her to wash vegetables. Despite not washing them thoroughly, the young lady didn’t blame her, opting to patiently teach her how to wash them instead.

Li Juan stared at the young girl’s fair face within arm’s reach, thinking that such a beautiful phoenix couldn’t have been born to a family like the Zhus.

She carefully surveyed the scene: Madam Zhou had returned to her bedroom, the master was in the study upstairs, and the steward was tending the lawn.

Li Juan lowered her voice. “Miss, you returned to the Zhus in March, right?”

Ming Jing was kneading dough, her slender fingers stirring the mixture with unassuming beauty. Li Juan found it hard to believe that someone could make even this process look so elegant.

“Yes, what do you want to ask?”

Li Juan felt emboldened by the approachable tone. She leaned in and whispered, “Miss, I suspect that you aren’t their real daughter.”

Ming Jing’s hands momentarily halted, but her expression remained unchanged. “Why?”

Li Juan leaned forward mysteriously. “The other day, I saw Zhu Xiangxiang talking to the master about something in the study. Later, I saw the DNA written on the paper Zhu Xiangxiang handed the master. I asked someone about it—DNA is for paternity testing. They must be up to no good, Miss. You should make preparations.”

Ming Jing glanced at her. “Telling me this, aren’t you worried Zhu Xiangxiang will get mad?”

Li Juan grinned. “I don’t know why, but I felt a strong connection with you, Miss. You’re kind and filial, and I hate seeing good people being bullied. If you aren’t their real daughter, then the Zhus are losing out.”

Ming Jing smiled, continuing to knead dough. “Thank you. I’ll be careful, but don’t tell anyone else about this.”

“Don’t worry, I understand.”

Li Juan carefully washed the spinach leaves according to Ming Jing’s instructions. After hesitating for a while, she said, “Miss, I’ve told you some big news. Can you do me a favor in return?”

Ming Jing found her intriguing and laughed. “What do you need help with?”

With so many influential people at her disposal and her kind nature, Li Juan instinctively felt that asking the young lady was the right choice.

Li Juan cautiously observed her surroundings before leaning in and whispering, “I have a twin sister who has been missing for many years. I have searched for her for a long time, but I still have no news. Miss, this is her photo. I only trust you.”

Ming Jing looked at the picture. It depicted a refined, young woman wearing a white blouse, embodying the beauty and grace of a Jiangnan lady.

Their facial features were strikingly similar, but Li Juan appeared darker and more aged than her twin, looking as if she had aged an extra 20 years.

“We’re twins. We looked identical except for the mole on her chin, which I don’t have.”

A closer look revealed the small, unobtrusive mole on the woman’s chin in the picture.

The backside of the picture had a name, identity card number, and place of origin written on it.