From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Ye Qingxing pursed her lips and stood up with her wine glass in hand: “Brother Yu Xun, Sister A Jiang, I wish you both a happy birthday. May you have such a day every year, and a great time every moment.”

Bo Yujiang raised her glass and nodded her head with a slight smile.

Ye Qingxing’s eyes fell on Bo Yuxun’s face, looking tense, and she couldn’t help but grip her wine glass tighter.

Bo Yuxun poured a cup of tea for himself, made a slight gesture, and didn’t look at Ye Qingxing, before drinking the tea in one gulp.

Ye Qingxing’s eyes showed a trace of disappointment as she sat down with her wine glass.

The man sat next to Granny Bo, everyone enjoyed the feast, but as the birthday boy, his face didn’t show any trace of happiness. Although he appeared to be sitting among the crowd, he seemed detached from the festivities, exuding an indescribable coldness.

Ji Rou’en laughed, “Yuxun, have you been doing well all these twelve years abroad? You’ve lost so much weight and don’t have a woman by your side to take care of you. That’s not good.”

Bo Yuxun said indifferently, “Thank you for your concern, sister-in-law. I’m used to it.”

Ji Rou’en shivered subconsciously, thinking that her brother-in-law had changed so much. He had changed from a little sun to a big iceberg, and she could hardly recognize him when she first saw him.

His face was still the same, more handsome and charming, as if the twelve years had left no traces on his face. All the changes were reflected in his eyes, making him a more mature and charming man.

It was easy to imagine how the future ladies of Jingzhou would go crazy for him.

“Enough, Yuxun just came back, today is his and his sister’s birthday, don’t talk about irrelevant matters.” Granny Bo interrupted Ji Rou’en’s forthcoming words, her unfocused eyes glanced in her direction. Ji Rou’en felt her heart tighten and hurriedly shut her mouth with embarrassment.

Harsh as it may sound, it seemed that as soon as she made a move, her mother-in-law knew exactly what she was up to, keeping her on a tight leash.

“Ah!… Are you trying to scald me to death?” Qin Qiuxi suddenly stood up, glaring at a woman holding the teapot beside her.

The woman was a servant of the Bos, named Huai Qing. She had accidentally spilled water on their guest, who was a glamorous and obviously not someone to be trifled with. Other servants would have been scared by this, but Huai Qing being neither humble nor arrogant replied, “I’m sorry Miss Qin, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Qin Qiuxi, still furious, said, “This is a top-quality sable fur, even selling you wouldn’t make up for the loss. I think you did it on purpose!”

“Enough!” Bai Ziyu put down her chopsticks and said coldly, “Have you made enough fuss?”

Qin Qiuxi snorted, “Bai Ziyu, instead of helping me when I was bullied, you’re scolding me. Are you even a man?”

Granny Bo clasped her hands with a smiling face, “Miss Qin, how do you wish to settle this matter?”

Qin Qiuxi held her chin high and said, “Make her apologize and kick her out of the Bos.”

Bo Yujiang stepped forward to mediate, “This matter was indeed Huai Qing’s fault, but I believe she didn’t do it intentionally. The sable fur is ruined, but I had a friend bring me a European mink fur from abroad, which, although it is not of the same quality, should be suitable for handling emergencies. So, sister-in-law, if you don’t mind, please come with me.”

These words were more than appropriate, allowing Qin Qiuxi to save face. After glancing at Bo Yuxun, who hadn’t looked at her once, she snorted and stormed off angrily.

Bo Yujiang spoke softly to Huai Qing, “You go prepare some hot water.”

Huai Qing agreed obediently with a lowered head. As she left, her gaze quickly and inadvertently scanned the crowd. When their eyes met, she lowered her head and left quickly without drawing any attention.

Bo Yuxun poured warm water into the cup in front of Granny Bo, tested the temperature, and handed it to her.

Granny Bo smiled and patted the back of Bo Yuxun’s hand, “Don’t worry about me, you are the protagonist tonight.”

Bai Ziyu stood up with his wine glass, “Yuxun, when you left us all without a word to go abroad, I don’t know what hardships you faced. If we are still brothers, let’s drink this cup of wine.”

Bo Yuxun stared silently at Bai Ziyu, standing straight as a pencil. In the swaying lamp light, his handsome features flickered like a ghost, exuding a breathtaking, mysterious enchantment.

Ye Qingxing stared blankly at the scene.

Suddenly, Bo Yuxun stood up, went over, and took the wine glass from Bai Ziyu’s hand. He drank it all in one gulp.

Bai Ziyu laughed and slapped his shoulder, “That’s the Bo Yuxun I know!”

Xu Shuhua took a small sip from her wine cup, sighed, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

“Drinking to drown one’s sorrows only leads to more sorrow,” she said.

Sitting between Song Yinzhang and Bai Ziyan, Song Huiren finally seemed to realize what was happening. Patting her chest, she turned to Bai Ziyan with a sympathetic gaze, “Brother, your sister-in-law is so fierce. My sister-in-law is so gentle and never scolds me. You’re so pitiful.”

Bai Ziyan pinched a peanut between his fingers, tossed it into his mouth, and chuckled, “She’s just putting on airs, a fox taking advantage of a tiger’s strength.”Bo Yujiang went into the cloakroom to find a water mink shawl. Qin Qiuxi looked around Bo Yujiang’s room and exclaimed, “You are indeed spoiled by the Bos.”

Qin Qiuxi touched a flower vase on the antique shelf, “A Qianlong treasure, it was auctioned two years ago by Christie’s for 15 million yuan, and it turns out it’s here with you.”

An entire antique shelf filled with antiques.

Four paintings adorned on the east wall, “The ‘Four Seasons’ landscape paintings by the Song Dynasty master Wu Dai, already extinct in the market. So, the real ones are here with you.”

A rosewood carved flower bed, matching dressing table, a rosewood desk under a fan-shaped window with carved flowers and birds, with a carved pen holder on top, and calligraphy brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones all around. In the corner was a floor lamp, emitting a soft, hazy light.

The room was not large but was decorated exquisitely and elegantly, full of antiques and treasures.

A bright moon shone on the carved window, casting a faint moonlight, adding a touch of poetic charm.

Bo Yujiang took out a pink water mink shawl and said, “It can’t compare to yours, but make do.”

Qin Qiuxi draped it over her body, staring at Bo Yujiang’s face, and said with a smile, “It seems Granny Bo is very good to you, enjoying a comfortable life as a young lady, huh?”

Bo Yujiang laughed, “Of course, all this is rightfully mine.”

Qin Qiuxi raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

“A sparrow turns into a phoenix, a classic trope in dramas, but it’s also true in real life. Theater really does come from life.”

Bo Yujiang’s smile grew even gentler and more graceful, her eyes sparkling like water, “Miss Qin, would you like to take a bath? I’ll have someone prepare hot water for you.”

Qin Qiuxi waved her hand, “No need.”

She suddenly leaned closer to Bo Yujiang, looking intently at her face, “Looks like you’ve had some plastic surgery, but the surgeon who made you was very skilled, leaving no traces at all. What’s the doctor’s name? Tell me.”

Bo Yujiang’s eyes fluttered, like a stone thrown into the sea, stirring up tiny ripples, but they quickly returned to calm.

She remained expressionless, her smile unchanged, “Miss Qin, what are you joking about?”

Qin Qiuxi chuckled, “Fake will always be fake and can never become real.”

As she spoke, she turned and left the room.

In the moment of her turning, Bo Yujiang’s gaze instantly darkened, looking down at the wooden floor, hidden currents swirling in her eyes.

Qin Qiuxi hummed a tune, about to round a corner when she suddenly saw a shadow sneaking about. The figure looked familiar.

It was Huai Qing, who had just spilled water on her earlier.

Qin Qiuxi narrowed her eyes and tiptoed after her.

Huai Qing soon emerged from a room, cautiously closing the door, only to be met with a pair of high heels when she turned around. Her legs immediately went weak.

Qin Qiuxi laughed, “What are you doing here? Acting so sneaky.”

Huai Qing tried to control herself, “Miss Qin, it’s getting cold. I’m getting a coat for the young master.”

There was indeed a men’s jacket draped across her arm.

As Huai Qing finished speaking, she tried to bypass Qin Qiuxi and leave.

Qin Qiuxi suddenly grabbed the jacket in her arms, giving it a light tug. Several gold bars fell out with a clatter.

Huai Qing’s face turned deathly pale. She bent down to pick them up, but Qin Qiuxi sneered, “Well, I knew you did it on purpose. You’ve been waiting for a chance to steal, haven’t you? How bold.”

Huai Qing immediately knelt down, trembling, “Miss Qin, please show mercy and spare me this time. I won’t dare to do it again…”

Qin Qiuxi stared at the innocent-looking face and snorted coldly. The moonlight reflected a white glow, catching Qin Qiuxi’s eye.

Qin Qiuxi looked closely and saw a small, delicate silver lock, standing out amid a pile of gold. She picked it up, rubbing its engraved surface, and then, in the moonlight, recognized the two characters on it. Her pupils shrank in an instant.

She suddenly bent down and grabbed Huai Qing’s collar, in a low, menacing voice, demanding, “Tell me, where did you get this silver lock?”