From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 335: 153 Guarding Silence (Past Midnight)

Chapter 335: 153 Guarding Silence (Past Midnight)

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A sedan stopped at the foot of Hanshan, and as soon as Qu Feitai appeared, Huang Chao hurriedly jogged over.

“Xiao Fei, you’re all tanned! Get in the car quickly…”

Without a word, Qu Feitai stepped into the car.

Huang Chao glanced at Tian Long, who helplessly shrugged his shoulders. Cursing, Huang Chao quickly got into the car, and Tian Long occupied the passenger seat as the car drove out of the mountainous area.

Just as the car left, a figure walked out from the grass.

Yan Xu stared at the direction the car was moving away, slowly turning in the field into a small black dot.

Just as the director guessed, Qu Feitai was indeed in the temple.

Looking at the towering summit of Hanshan, Ming Jing hadn’t come down the mountain yet.

Could it be that the two were dating in the temple?

This could be big news.

Yan Xu bit into a hard bun and ducked back into the grass.

“Xiao Fei, haven’t you always wanted to collaborate with Master Lin? He just happens to be in Jingdu for work these days. I went through great effort to help you schedule an appointment with him. I played him the live recording of your song in white clothing. He is very impressed with your musical talent and wants to meet you to discuss your ideas for the new album.”

These past few days, Huang Chao had been running around for this matter, even forgetting to eat. But luckily, it finally came together.

Master Lin Huan was a top music producer in the industry, having nurtured countless superstars and creating a legend. Gradually, he retreated from the limelight, and other than the old kings, no one could get him to come out of the mountains anymore.

Huang Chao knew that Qu Feitai had always looked forward to working with Lin Huan. As a competent agent, he naturally wanted to help his artist achieve his wish.

Thinking that Xiao Fei would be happy, but he just stared blankly out of the car window as if he hadn’t heard anything.

“Xiao Fei?” Huang Chao called several times, but Qu Feitai had no response.

Finally, Huang Chao realized that something was seriously wrong. When Xiao Fei was in a terrible mood, he would lock himself away. No matter how much you scolded or beat him, there would be no reaction. It was as if he had lost his soul and lived in his own world. Give him some time to slowly figure things out.

But not now! Master Lin is in Jingdu waiting for him. This opportunity is so rare for Xiao Fei.

You have to know your priorities, Xiao Fei.

“Xiao Fei.” Huang Chao pinched his arm hard, and Qu Feitai finally frowned and looked at him.

The dark eyes made Huang Chao’s heart flutter.

“Xiao… Xiao Fei, if something has happened, you can tell me, and we’ll figure it out together.”

“What did you just say?” Qu Feitai asked coldly.

Hearing Qu Feitai finally speak, Huang Chao hurriedly said, “Master Lin Huan, the top music producer you’ve always wanted to work with. He’s in Jingdu now, and I managed to arrange a meeting with him. Don’t you want to produce a new album? Having Master Lin as the producer will definitely stir up the music scene.”

Qu Feitai nodded, showing no happiness nor sadness—calm from beginning to end.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Masters were always a bit bad-tempered, and this Lin Huan was even more so. It must not have been easy for Huang Chao to successfully arrange the meeting.

“It wasn’t hard; everything is for your career. When your position is stable in the future, I can retire in peace.”

He didn’t know when that day would come, but it couldn’t be far away. “Oh, also about that newcomer issue, I have to remind you…” Qu Feitai put on his headphones, completely blocking out Huang Chao’s chatter.

The car drove to Jiangzhou Airport, where Yun MO was waiting at the entrance. As soon as he saw Qu Feitai, he respectfully said, “Third Young Master.”

Huang Chao’s heart jumped, subconsciously glancing at Qu Feitai.

Third Young Master?

Could it be that Xiao Fei was a wealthy second generation?

That man who called him Third Young Master was muscular, and his clothes couldn’t hide his perfect chest. His skin was slightly dark, but his facial features were well-defined, and his eyes were sharp—like a leopard ready to pounce.

Huang Chao couldn’t help but stare at him for a few more glances, itching to touch his chest. How could he resist?

Xiao Fei was a little on the thin side, but this man was strong—his touch must feel great.

Perhaps his gaze was too revealing, for the man coldly glanced back at him. It instantly sent chills down Huang Chao’s back and forced him to look away.

As they walked, Huang Chao realized something was wrong. This wasn’t the way to the civil airport; it led to the private airstrip.

As expected, when they came out of the security checkpoint, a helicopter was parked on the lawn. The strong air currents from the chopper almost lifted his toupee.

Ignoring his shock, Huang Chao quickly covered his toupee.Qu Feitai and Yun MO climbed onto the helicopter. Yun MO turned and looked at him, “What are you waiting for? Do you want me to invite you personally?”

Huang Chao hurriedly jogged over and got on, followed by Tian Long, who sat down with a shocked and numb expression on his face.

Yun MO was sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, talking with the pilot about something he couldn’t understand. It seemed very impressive.

Huang Chao sneaked closer to Qu Feitai and pulled his sleeve: “Xiao Fei… are you some kind of hidden super-rich second-generation tycoon?”

Owning a helicopter, which was subject to air traffic control and involved huge maintenance costs, was beyond the reach and abilities of ordinary tycoons. Huang Chao wasn’t ignorant of the fact that the helicopter had a code… it belonged to the royalty.

This wasn’t just any rich second-generation family, but one with immense power and influence.

Huang Chao’s breath became unstable, his brain confused.

Qu Feitai ignored him, looking down at the gradually receding land, his eyes filled with melancholy.

They had arrived full of high spirits, but left with heavy hearts.

In just over ten days, his life had turned upside down.

Jiangzhou…

Closing his eyes, the roaring sound of the helicopter was deafening, the blue sky and white clouds within reach, as the city gradually faded into the distance, his heart suddenly felt an emptiness.

August 10th was the start of the Olympiad Training Camp, lasting twenty days.

It was already the 10th, and Ming Jing had taken leave from Ren Chuan two days earlier. Although he did not approve, he had no right to interfere with the student’s privacy. Day Five…

Day Six…

Day Seven…

Morning bells and evening drums, the sun rising and setting, autumn was setting in, with winds and rains…

Amidst all these, the Avatamsaka Sutra scrolls on Jing Yun’s desk were piling up, unstoppable.

The later stages saw steadier penmanship, void of any impatience, the writing becoming even more smooth and unrestrained. Amidst the daily monotonous and tedious task of transcribing scriptures, the young girl’s figure remained immovable, and her state of mind became increasingly clear and stable.

Master Jue Ming glanced at the elegant handwriting on the rice paper and smiled slightly, “Her mind is firmly anchored, calm like still water, unaffected by external circumstances – true Zen. Immersed in unwavering determination, her young age demonstrates a rare state of mind. In the future, she will encounter great opportunities and bring blessings to Buddhism.”

Jing Yun slightly lowered his head and softly said, “Junior’s diligence in cultivation, unwavering determination, puts me to shame.”

“You have been under my tutelage since you were ten, possessing innate wisdom and spiritual understanding. However, you are too attached to the external world — all forms are illusory. I see Ming Jing attaining the supreme Bodhi, not in the scriptures but in the mundane world.”

Jing Yun hesitated, “Master… ‘

“Go back and think about it. Once you’ve given it proper thought, let me know.

Go on now.”

Jing Yun left the room and closed the door.

In the meditation room, Master Jue Ming walked up to the mural of Master

Yan’s scripture lectures, twirling his Buddhist beads and murmuring, “Amitofo… the Boddhisattva descended to the mortal realm, born from a lotus, three cycles and three thousand Buddhas come together, Amitofo… ”

Ye Zhen was bored in the monastery and liked wandering around during her free time. The incense offerings were thriving, and countless visitors had come through during these days, turning it into a major attraction.

Ye Zhen’s favorite pastime was squatting in the temple and watching how Master Jue Chen swindled people.

Master Jue Chen, the younger brother of Master Jue Ming, was not like a typical monk. He was somewhat unconventional, spending his days in the temple, reading the palms of young girls, urging them to buy peach blossom charms, an outright fraud and an embarrassment to Master Jue Ming.

“Young girl, I see a darkened forehead and exposed teeth in your physiognomy, I fear you face a difficult romantic future. In a mild case, you’ll suffer loss of fortune and reputation; in a severe case, your life may be in danger,” said Master Jue Chen, stroking his beard and wagging his head.

The young girl was terrified, “Master, what should I do?”

“I have a peach blossom charm here that can dispel disasters and protect your romance…”

“I want it, no matter how much it costs.”

The young girl left with the peach blossom charm, and Master Jue Chen’s hand cramped from counting the money.

“Master, help me with my fortune-telling,” Ye Zhen sat across from Master Jue Chen.

As Master Jue Chen continued counting the coins, not raising his head, he said, “Tell me your birth date.”

“Year of Ji Si, April 25th.”

“At nine years old, Ding Chou; nineteen years old, Wu Yin; twenty-nine years old, Ji Mao… Rich and powerful, enjoying favorable fortunes and assistance from an influential person, with a flourishing career. At twenty-nine, the Ji Mao luck cycle concludes, bringing scandals and trouble from adversaries in the coming year… “‘

Suddenly, Master Jue Chen stopped. He looked up at Ye Zhen, scrutinizing her carefully. His piercing gaze made Ye Zhen uncomfortable.

“Are you giving me a dead person’s birth date to calculate their fortune? Are you trying to jinx me?” Master Jue Chen grumbled..