From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 262: 125 Ambition (Update 1) _3

Chapter 262: 125 Ambition (Update 1) _3

Translator: 549690339

He never believed that there were real saints in this world, no matter how good she was at pretending.

“How many good things are hidden in Master Wen’s secret chamber?” Ran Tengxiao glanced at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng lowered his head: “After Master Wen’s death, my uncle learned of the existence of the secret chamber from Ji Chang. Unfortunately, it has a self-destruction device. If the password is entered incorrectly three times, the entire chamber and the Rans’ Mansion will be destroyed. So far, no one has been able to open it.”

Ran Tengxiao touched his chin: “That’s interesting, Master Wen is quite a character.”

“Greed will only lead to one’s doom. If only you had understood this earlier, Master Wen, you wouldn’t have ended up dying without a complete corpse.” “And how should we respond to the Jiade Group?”

“My father is ignorant, my aunt is in her twilight years, so this mess naturally falls onto me.”

Ran Tengxiao smiled with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

“Abandon it if it should be abandoned.’

“It seems I need to find an opportunity to meet this Ms. Zhu. I have a feeling that she possesses some information that might interest me.”

While the world was looking for Qu Feitai, the man himself was sleeping soundly.

He slept until seven in the morning, with rain still falling outside, and then Qu Feitai stepped out looking refreshed.

Du Ze brought back breakfast and set it on the table.

“Mr. Qu, please have breakfast first. I’ll go upstairs and call Miss.” Qu Feitai strode upstairs: “I’ll call her.”

Just as Qu Feitai was about to knock, the door opened from inside.

Ming Jing calmly walked past him, “Let’s go.” Qu Feitai followed her: “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes.”

“It’s still raining today, if there’s nothing urgent, it’s better not to go out.”

Ming Jing paused and looked at him.

Qu Feitai touched his nose: “What’s wrong?”

Ming Jing turned back and walked downstairs, saying faintly: “After breakfast, I’ll have my assistant take you back.”

Qu Feitai responded with an “oh,” his gaze downcast in disappointment.

He followed Ming Jing, watching her white skirt sweep the steps like a blooming lily, swaying and making his heart feel tender.

The breakfast was soy milk, fried dough sticks, and buns. Du Ze apologized:

“I’m sorry for the simple conditions, Mr. Qu. Please bear with it.”

Qu Feitai sat across from Ming Jing and said: “I’m not picky, as long as I’m full.”

Ming Jing was very quiet while eating, not saying a word. She sipped the soy milk, ate the buns slowly and gracefully. Qu Feitai had never known that someone could eat buns so elegantly.

Some people seem to have a magical power. She just sat there quietly, and her every frown, smile, and movement were enough to attract attention, making it impossible to look away.

After breakfast, the three of them went to the underground garage by elevator. Qu Feitai still wore a hat and mask to cover his face. He was tall and long-legged, and walked quickly, while Ming Jing always walked slowly and at a steady pace. So Qu Feitai could only slow down to maintain the same level with her.

The garage was dark, and Ming Jing’s footsteps were silent. Qu Feitai cleared his throat, and the voice-activated lights flickered on.

Du Ze went ahead to start the car. At this moment, only Ming Jing and Qu Feitai were left in the huge garage. The world seemed so quiet that only their breaths could be heard.

“Ming Jing,” the young man’s deep voice fell into her ears like a thick fragrant wine.

Ming Jing thought it was no wonder that he made a living with his voice.

“After the concert is recorded, I’ll give you a copy. You must watch it.”

“Okay.”

A hint of joy mixed in the young man’s clear voice: “Will you really watch it?”

In the cool and dim underground garage, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, lifting Ming Jing’s skirt as if it wanted to ride on the wind and return home.

Qu Feitai panicked and subconsciously grabbed her arm.

She appeared indifferent and aloof, as if nothing in the world could capture her attention. Qu Feitai was genuinely afraid that she would ascend to immortality in the next moment.

Ming Jing’s gaze fell on the hand holding her arm.

The young man had a large palm, elongated finger bones, and clean round nails. His skin was darker than her arm, which made Ming Jing’s fair complexion even more prominent.

Realizing he had crossed a line, Qu Feitai quickly let go of her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Her skin was too white and tender; the place he had grabbed immediately turned red.

That hand, which Qu Feitai hid behind his back, felt hot.

The soft touch of flesh lingered in his mind, enmeshing and softening his heart.

Ming Jing stared at the place where he had grabbed her and lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

Just then, bright headlights flashed behind Ming Jing, and a sedan approached them quickly. The person seemed to have just noticed them and yelled for them to get out of the way.

At the critical moment, Qu Feitai wrapped one arm around Ming Jing’s waist and rolled with her on the ground. As they landed, he flipped his body so his back hit the ground, and Ming Jing was on top of him.

“Ugh…” Qu Feitai grunted and tightened his grip on Ming Jing’s waist.

Facing each other closely, Qu Feitai gazed deeply into her eyes.

This was the first time he had looked closely into her eyes. They were beautiful apricot eyes, large and bright, with jet-black pupils that seemed to hide countless stories, only to return to serenity in the blink of an eye, like a clear lake whose surface remains calm no matter how turbulent it gets beneath.

“Ming Jing… I.” He opened his mouth, trying to say something.

The next moment, Ming Jing stood up, brushed off her skirt, and looked at him with lowered eyes: “Where are you hurt?”

Her calm eyes were like a bucket of cold water pouring over him, extinguishing Qu Feitai’s passion in an instant.

Struggling to get up, Qu Feitai whispered: “I’m fine.”

Ming Jing glanced at his elbow and said nothing.

The car brushed past the two of them and disappeared, probably fearing responsibility and wanting to flee the scene while they were still recovering.

At this moment, Du Ze’s car stopped in front of them, and Ming Jing picked up a small box from the trunk and got into the back seat.

Qu Feitai watched her open the box to reveal a first aid kit with disinfectant inside.

Ming Jing took a cotton swab and dipped it in iodine, then looked up at him:

“Stretch your arm..”