From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Within the double occupancy room of the Hematology Department, Deng Yang showcased his drawing to Zhao Xiaohui. His ordinarily pale face was now showing some color, enhancing his delicate and handsome features.

“Mom?” Seeing her in a daze, Deng Yang waved his fingers in front of her.

Zhao Xiaohui promptly returned to reality, “Huh? What did you say, Yangyang?”

Deng Yang furrowed his brow, “Mom, are you worried about something? You seem unhappy.”

“Not at all, Yangyang. Your surgery was successful. Mom’s not had time to be anything but happy.”

Even though Zhao Xiaohui was smiling, there was always a trace of worry between her brows.

Deng Yang held Zhao Xiaohui’s hand, “Mom, when can I leave the hospital?”

“Let’s wait a bit more. We must listen to the doctor. If they’re not allowing us to leave now, there must be a reason.”

The doctor was afraid of complications such as transplant rejection. In theory, Deng Yang’s surgery was successful, but the time it had taken posed some risk.

Zhao Xiaohui felt as if a heavy stone was suspended in her heart, and she had no idea when it would drop.

“Mom, look, this is the sketch I made of my sister. Does it look like her?”

Zhao Xiaohui’s gaze fell on the drawing, and she was taken aback, “You… you drew this?”

Deng Yang grinned widely, “Yeah, mom, doesn’t it look like her?”

Zhao Xiaohui’s gaze was filled with mixed feelings.

The person that Deng Yang had drawn was an angel. The more she looked, the more it resembled… Ming Jing.

Deng Yang had never seen Ming Jing before.

Could this be some kind of destiny?

“Mom, when can I meet my sister? I really miss her.” Deng Yang’s eyes were filled with happiness as he gazed at the figure in the drawing.

In the realm of his imagination, his sister was the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world.

Zhao Xiaohui sighed, “Once you’re discharged from the hospital, Yangyang, you can see your sister.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door of the ward. When Zhao Xiaohui lifted her head and recognized the visitor, she instinctively covered Deng Yang’s eyes.

Deng Yang peeked through her fingers, quietly asking, “Mom, who is that?”

The young woman was wearing exquisite clothes, and her glamorous appearance was in stark contrast to the dreary hospital room.

She walked up to Deng Yang, bent down and smiled, “So, you’re Yangyang? I’m your sister, Zhu Xiangxiang.”

With that, she reached out to ruffle Deng Yang’s hair.

Deng Yang slapped her hand away in an instant, frowning, “Liar, you’re not my sister.”

Zhu Xiangxiang’s face stiffened, she turned to Zhao Xiaohui, “Is this how you teach him?”

Zhao Xiaohui pressed her lips together, “Yangyang, call her sister.”

Deng Yang clamped his mouth shut, refusing to utter a word.

Zhu Xiangxiang scoffed coldly. She hadn’t come to flaunt the depth of a sister-brother relationship. She placed some nutritional supplements on the bedside table, “Special for you, to help you recover.”

Her gaze then shifted to the drawing in Deng Yang’s hand.

The moment she clearly saw the figure in the drawing, Zhu Xiangxiang’s pupils shrank abruptly, snatching the drawing, “Did you draw this?”

The sharpness in her eyes frightened Deng Yang into snatching the drawing back quickly , “This is my drawing, the person in it is my sister, not a bad woman like you.”

A bad woman?

Zhu Xiangxiang chuckled with anger, “Clear this up; I am your biological sister.”

Deng Yang bit his lip, “You’re not, you’re not.”

“You…” Zhao Xiaohui quickly pulled her outside, turning to Deng Yang and said, “Yangyang, stay put like a good boy, I need a word with your sister.”

Closing the ward door, Zhu Xiangxiang shook off her hand and immediately asked, “What’s the matter with Yangyang? Has she met Ming Jing?”

She, after all, is Deng Yang’s real sister, not this little jerk who benefits from both sides.

Zhao Xiaohui sternly said, “You have the nerve to talk, when I knelt down begging you to save your brother, how did you refuse me? If it wasn’t for Ms. Ming Jing’s mercy, finding a marrow for Yangyang, he would be dead and his grave overgrown by now. This is retribution.”

Zhu Xiangxiang choked, “Didn’t I… wasn’t I afraid then? Whenever I thought of Deng Kun’s blood flowing through his veins, I filled with hate. By the time I wanted to save Yangyang, Ming Jing had already stepped in.”

“Stepped in first? Are you mocking me for my lack of knowledge? Is that how this phrase is used? Everything is a competition to you, even saving your brother’s life became a fight between you and her, do you have any conscience left?”

Zhao Xiaohui felt a numbing chill.

“You have the nerve to say that to me? Ask yourself, did you find me just to help your son get treated?”

Zhao Xiaohui turned pale and was left speechless.

“Don’t think I don’t know, you were the one who deliberately dumped me at the nunnery. It wasn’t my grandmother who secretly sent me away behind your back. Do you really think I’m a fool? Oh, I forgot, it was the pitiful true heiress who was abandoned back then.”

Zhao Xiaohui’s face turned alternately pale and greenish, the painful truth prompting her to tightly purse lips in silence.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve never treated me as your daughter. Previously, I was the burden you discarded, now I’m the lifesaver for your precious son. Have you ever had the slightest affection for me?”

Zhao Xiaohui interrupted, “Your purpose for seeking me out today isn’t just to list my wrongs, is it?”

She clearly knew this daughter of hers, who would never wake early without a profit. There was no need to hide anything now that their relationship was already torn apart.

Zhu Xiangxiang smoothed her hair and looked around, lowered her voice and said, “The true heiress has a butterfly birthmark on her back, right?”

Zhao Xiaohui looked at her in shock, “Why are you asking this?”

Zhu Xiangxiang sighed, tucking a loose strand of Zhao Xiaohui’s hair behind her ear, “You’ve gotten so many white hairs at such a young age, it really breaks my heart not being by your side to take care of you. It was my fault, from now on, I’ll be sure to respect and love you.”

Zhao Xiaohui watched her in horror, suddenly becoming like this stirred fear in her deepest heart.

“Mum, as long as you help me this once, I’ll take care of you and Yangyang’s prosperity and wealth for the rest of your lives. You won’t have to do any hard labor anymore, and Yangyang can get the best care. You also know his condition, he needs lifelong medication. Do you think you can afford his care with your current situation?”

“What… what do you want me to do?” Zhao Xiaohui asked trembling.

Zhu Xiangxiang leaned into her ear and slowly whispered a few words.

Zhao Xiaohui’s pupils dilated in shock, “No… I can’t, she’s the one who saved us, I can’t repay her kindness with malevolence.”

“Let’s be clear, I’m your biological daughter! You refuse to help me but instead help an outsider. Is this justifiable? This is what you owe me, unless you want to watch me die.”

Zhao Xiaohui stared in terror at her daughter’s face, “You’re already very fortunate, aren’t you content?”

“People everywhere accuse me of usurping what’s not mine. Little do they know, she’s the real usurper. I’ve been bearing the shame for her all this while, I must avenge this grudge.” Zhu Xiangxiang’s eyes flashed with a sharp cold light.

Zhao Xiaohui couldn’t quite wrap her head around it, “You… are you telling the truth? Aren’t you slandering her?”

“If I didn’t have evidence, I wouldn’t confidently come looking for you. Regardless of whether you help me or not, this time, I must unmask her. As for you, it’s just the icing on the cake, I can achieve my goal without you.”

Zhao Xiaohui hesitated for a moment, “Let me go home and think about it.”

“Be clear, I’m your biological daughter, the one you abandoned with your own hands. The Zhus’ kindness to me doesn’t erase your debt to me. Make up your mind and call me, you only have a week.”

After leaving these words, Zhu Xiangxiang strode away.

Zhao Xiaohui stood alone for a long time. Nurses and families of patients kept coming and going at the door of the ward. After a long time, she sighed and walked into the ward with heavy steps.

“Mum, has that bad lady left yet?”

“She’s your sister.”

“She’s not my sister. My sister is the most beautiful and kind fairy in the world.” Deng Yang waved his drawing.

Zhao Xiaohui looked at the person in the picture and then back into Deng Yang’s clear eyes.

“Yangyang, what if someone who seems very kind does something that deceives everyone, what should we do?”

Deng Yang responded without hesitation, “It must be a lie told with good intentions, maybe she has some difficulties.”

Zhao Xiaohui muttered, “A lie told with good intentions?”