From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 606: 313 Fool (Second Revision)

Qu Feitai walked over with a smile and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger: “Little flatterer.”

Ming Chen covered her head: “I’m not, I’m telling the truth. Brother Qu, you will definitely become a very powerful person in the future, but because you are too young and too handsome, those superficial people only see your appearance, not your talent. If you were ugly, people would see past your ugly appearance and discover your incredible talent. So, people are easily deceived by appearances, and they only want to believe what they see. It’s not your fault, it’s theirs.”

The little girl’s eyes shimmered like stars twinkling in the pitch-black night sky.

Qu Feitai paused and laughed: “You little brat, your words are actually quite reasonable.”

“That’s because my sister taught me well, the Diamond Sutra says: All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning; in this way, they should be observed.”

Her nodding and shaking head gesture was really cute.

“Brother Qu, don’t be upset by those irrelevant people, think more about happy things.”

Qu Feitai looked at Ming Chen’s bright eyes, smiled and patted her head: “You’re very lucky.”

Some people live their entire lives without having the clarity of a young girl.

“Of course, I am a baby blessed by the god of luck.” Ming Chen slapped her chest confidently.

Suddenly, a bright idea struck Qu Feitai, and he took out a pen and paper from his bag and began to write and draw. He looked very serious, his brows furrowed, sometimes confused, sometimes pondering. Ming Chen watched from a distance, not daring to disturb him, and sat quietly to one side.

Brother Qu’s serious look was really so cool and handsome.

Ming Chen took out her phone and secretly snapped a picture, making herself happy for quite a while.

After a while, Ming Ti came to deliver dinner. After eating, Qu Feitai continued writing, and he didn’t even know when Ming Chen had left.

——

Ming Jing had taken half a month’s leave from school. The school tactfully expressed concern for her health, and naturally, everything was arranged accordingly.

Although Ming Jing had already obtained qualification for recommendation to Huaqing University, she still had to complete all high school courses and wait until next March for the school’s approval, submitting her application to the recommended university, and waiting for the reply.

Ming Jing would definitely need to take the graduation test at the end of December.

Meanwhile, after a day of online hype, Ming Jing’s popularity reached an unprecedented height, and even the host, Cao Yue, became famous overnight due to the incident.

Countless people came to her Weibo asking about the situation at the time and Ming Jing’s safety.

Cao Yue didn’t dare to speak randomly and could only remain silent.

The company’s PR department handled the situation, and at 8 o’clock in the evening, the company released a statement directly on its official website, briefly explaining the matter and stating that Ming Jing’s health was fine and that the public could rest assured.

Afterward, the Jiangzhou Police Department announced that the case had been solved.

The efficiency was indeed impressive, and the public was happy to hear the news.

——Zhao Gan? Where did this loser come from? A grown man with such vicious methods, committing suicide is too easy for him.

——Let me give you all some background on Zhao Gan, he’s the nephew of the aunt of the biggest local Hei leader in Jiangzhou. The relationship is a bit convoluted, but all you need to know is that he’s involved with the local heavyweights. It’s rumored that the Jockey Club’s mastermind is this head honcho who everyone calls Master Xiao. He is said to be very young and very handsome. Of course, I haven’t seen him, so I wouldn’t know for sure, but that’s how the rumors go. Master Xiao is the one who calls the shots around here, and with Ming Jing’s squeaky-clean image, it’s no wonder he’s annoyed at her being appointed president of the Jockey Club and decided to cause today’s drama. There are deep waters in between, but my account may not survive much longer, see you in the next life, if fate allows.

——I smell a conspiracy.

——No, my dear Ming Jing is so kindhearted, how could she withstand such evil forces? I hope nothing bad happens to her.

——Evil will never triumph over good, just wait, the light of righteousness will capture all the bad guys in one sweep.

——I’m from Jiangzhou, and I can testify that I had the fortune of seeing Master Xiao once, he is very, very handsome, with more flavor than those youthful-looking actors. Black gangs X gentle, kind, wealthy young ladies, the intertwining of good and evil, the struggle between virtue and vice, oh oh oh, it’s so exciting… I’m sorry, I sinned, and I repent.

——The one upstairs… I want to ship them too, it feels so right. How to cope?

——A bunch of lovesick fools who can’t tell right from wrong, you all should be thrown into a manure pit to give your brains a good wash.

No matter how people online speculated, the case was over. After this battle, Master Xiao of Jiangzhou and the Qinglong Association appeared before the public’s eye for the first time, and people learned of the Rans’ misdeeds in the past, and how they had covered the sky with one hand in the city. Paper can’t wrap fire, no matter how fast posts are deleted online, they can’t stop the rapid spread of news.

The public condemned the evil forces while worrying for Ming Jing.

After a night of calm, the internet returned to peace, and Ming Jing’s name disappeared from the trending topics. The events of yesterday seemed like an illusion, time moves forward, and people’s forgetfulness is the fastest, their interest soon overtaken by fresher events.

“Sister, sister, hurry up and drink this nourishing soup.” Ming Chen walked in with a bowl of soup.Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight filled the room beautifully. Ming Jing knelt on a meditation cushion, in front of her burnt incense on a table, and a yellowed scripture page was blown over by the wind.

Ming Jing gazed at the bowl before her… an unappealing concoction of a supposed “great tonic soup.”

“Did you make this?”

Ming Chen’s eyes rolled around: “Yeah, I made it. It took me three hours, it’s got lots of precious medicinal ingredients, Ming Jing, hurry up and drink it.”

Ming Jing scooped up some soup with a spoon: “Cordyceps sinensis, hundred-year-old ginseng, snowganoderma, donkey-hide gelatin, bird’s nest, and deer antlers…”

Unable to help herself, Ming Jing curved her lips and glanced at the eager-to-please Ming Chen: “Who gave it to you? Who did you give it to? Let him drink it himself.”

Ming Chen’s eyes widened, stuttering: “Wh-who?”

Without the courage to look Ming Jing in the eye, Ming Chen lowered his head: “I knew I couldn’t hide it from Ming Jing.”

“Nourishment requires moderation; combining everything together like this won’t help but harm! Give it to him and tell him I said so, and make sure to watch him drink it.”

Ming Chen pitifully said: “Ming Jing, Brother Qu personally watched over it for a long time, his fingers were even burnt. Please take pity on his hard work… ”

Ming Jing shook her head: “All these valuable ingredients shouldn’t go to waste, right?”

Ming Jing’s voice was very gentle, making Ming Chen shudder. He obediently picked up the bowl of soup and walked out with heavy steps.

Ming Jing gently shook her head, her lips curving slightly.

This fool…

“Ming Jing said she wants to watch you drink it all, not letting anything go to waste,” Ming Chen said with a drooping head.

“Brother Qu, Ming Jing is very clever, I told you she wouldn’t be deceived,” he added.

Qu Feitai took the bowl of soup, gritted his teeth, and drank it all.

Ming Chen was surprised: “Brother Qu….”

What should they do now?

Ming Chen’s eyes widened, and he suddenly pointed at Qu Feitai and screamed: “Brother Qu, you… you’re bleeding from your nose!”

Qu Feitai felt a surge of blood rushing to his forehead, his entire body hot and restless, and something warm seemed to be flowing out of his nose.

He reached out to touch it and found his hand covered in blood.

Qu Feitai’s face turned pale in an instant.

But it quickly flushed red again from the surging blood. Qu Feitai felt like he could crush a cow with his bare hands right now…

Staring at the fresh blood on his hand, he seemed to flip a mysterious switch in his mind. The fragments of memories flashed through his mind.

Qu Feitai’s body swayed, and he steadied himself against the wall behind him.

He shook his head, trying to drive away those memories, but they were rooted like thorns in his mind, impossible to remove.

“Ah…” Qu Feitai clutched his head and let out a painful howl, collapsing onto the ground.

Ming Chen was frightened by his appearance and was relieved he hadn’t given the soup to Ming Jing. He turned and ran, shouting while running, “Ming Jing, something happened…!”

As soon as he stepped out the door, he almost bumped into someone.

Ming Chen saw the skirt that shone like the moon’s glow and looked up with surprise: “Ming Jing, come quickly, something happened to Brother Qu!”

Ming Jing entered calmly and, from a distance, saw the young man kneeling on the ground, his handsome face filled with pain and regret.

Ming Jing furrowed her brow and slowly walked in front of him.

The young man stared blankly, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the hem of her skirt. A large bloody handprint stained the white skirt, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, so bright and so eye-catching.

“I… I’m sorry…” he croaked with difficulty.