From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 454: 211 Chaos in My Heart (First Update)_2

Chapter 454: 211 Chaos in My Heart (First Update)_2

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Ran Tengxiao watched the man’s expression across from him and sneered disdainfully.

Gu Qingshan’s car disappeared into the curtain of rain. Tengxiao stood under the eaves, looking at the pouring rain with his hands clasped behind his back.

Ye Jian quietly approached him: “Master Xiao, we found out. The culprit is Mrs. Gu’s sister-in-law. She hit someone with her car and fled the scene.”

Ye Jian paused before saying: “Interestingly, the woman had just left the school. Her daughter had a conflict with Ms. Ming Jing’s sister, and she used her influence to try to have the principal expel Ms. Ming Jing’s sister…”

Ye Jian then gave a brief synopsis, “….Jessica Feng hit someone and escaped, while Ms. Ming Jing, who was passing by, saved the person. A captivating tale of cause and effect.”

“Mrs. Gu, Gu Qingshan’s wife, is indeed skilled at causing trouble for her husband.” Ran Tengxiao sneered.

“More than that, the matter with Li Yang is already enough for Gu Qingshan to worry about. He’s in over his head, yet still harboring ambitions for the horse association. Master Xiao, how do you plan to handle this?”

“It’s time for someone else to take that seat.” Ran Tengxiao sighed silently with his hands behind his back.

Ye Jian felt a chill and quickly bowed his head.

“Keep a close watch on him these next few days. This old lecher is up to no good again.” Ran Tengxiao’s cold and cruel tone, coupled with the playing of his jade ring behind his back, carried an intimidating ruthlessness.

Ming Jing returned home drenched in rain and blood. Han Suwen was frightened when she opened the door.

“Miss, what happened to you? You scared me.”

Ming Jing laughed, “Don’t worry, the blood is not mine.”

Han Suwen was even more terrified.

Ming Jing explained, “Not what you’re thinking. I happened upon a car accident and helped with the emergency rescue.”

“Amitabha, you scared me to death. It turned out to be a false alarm.” Han Suwen folded her hands and prayed. Then she said, relieved, “Saving a life outweighs building a seven-level pagoda. Miss, your kindness and good deeds must be seen by Buddha. Let me draw a hot bath for you. You must take a bath. Otherwise, you will definitely catch a cold…” Saying this, she hurried upstairs.

Ming Jing glanced at her phone. Theodore Shelby and Shen Zhou had called – she slowly replied to them, speaking in a comforting voice.

Tao Xingxing, Jiang Jinchen, and Charles Gao had all called. Ming Jing spent her time answering calls.

“Miss, your bath is ready.”

Ming Jing hung up on Jiang Jinchen’s call, then put down her phone and entered the bathroom.

At the same time she closed the bathroom door, her phone rang again.

Ming Jing paused briefly. All those who knew her number, family and friends, have almost all made the call.

Except for Lin Qing and Zhu Wentao. But Ming Jing didn’t want to deal with these two for the time being.

Ming Jing undressed, took off her wig, and stepped into the bathtub.

She submerges herself in the rising steam. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly raised her head from the water, and her eyelashes were dripping water drops into the bathtub.

She was breathtakingly beautiful with undecorated charm, the kind of pure beauty that couldn’t be adequately captured in words. Her eyes twinkled with an enchanting light, reflecting the beauty of the universe—so beautiful it was heartbreaking.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Jingzhou, at the set of “Girl Idol,” it was break time.

The coaches were occupied with their own activities—drinking water, using their phones, or chatting with their assistants. Only Qu Feitai looked anxious, engaged in a call, his brows furrowed.

“Who do you think Qu Feitai is talking to?”

“I’ve never seen Qugod so worried. Except for his love interest, who else could have such an effect on him?”

“Everyone, check the news. Something happened to Ming Jing. I bet Qu is worried.”

News media are ruthless these days, disregarding facts for flashy headlines just for attention, things like—’Ming Jing Covered In Blood Appears On The Street, What Did The Nation’s Goddess Do?’

Or—’The Decline of Morality or The Distortion of Human Nature: See Our National Goddess.’

Or even—’Does The National Goddess Deserve Her Status?’

The headlines were designed to mislead and provoke, drawing people in with vague claims. This, coupled with the widely circulated photo of Ming Jing sitting outside the emergency room in her bloody clothes, left everyone hanging on a cliff.The first reaction was that something had happened to Ms. Ming Jing. No media made it clear what exactly happened. I’m not going to tell either, I’m just teasing your curiosity.

The speculation heated up, but it led to great misunderstandings.

At least, the first reaction of Qu Feitai upon seeing the news was panic and fear. After quickly calming down, he tried to call Ms. Ming Jing, but she didn’t answer.

The young man with sword eyebrows frowned, his thin lips tightly pressed together, he hated that he was thousands of miles away in Jingzhou and knew nothing.

Qu Feitai made a swift decision and got up to leave. In front of everyone’s gaze, he strode off. The assistant director hurried after him, “Mr. Qu, the recording is about to start, where are you going?”

“Sorry, I have an urgent matter, please stop the recording. I’ll take full responsibility for any consequences.” He said and left without turning his head. Judging by his hurried pace, it seemed he indeed had an emergency.

The assistant director was dumbfounded, so were all the staff, mentors, and contestants.

Xu Lian’er and her assistant were just discussing this matter. She couldn’t believe it, “Could the rumors be true? He and Ms. Ming Jing…?”

The assistant coughed to signal her to be careful with her words.

Not only Xu Lian’er thought this, but everyone else did too.

The contestants, young girls, were unable to resist a top star like Qu Feitai, who was tall, handsome and talented. They both admired him as an idol and had feelings for him.

Now his reaction confirmed the rumors. No longer could they deceive themselves. Naturally, some were joyous, some were worried, some were jealously enraged, some were shipping the couple enthusiastically.

“The rumor is true. The person our male god likes is Ms. Ming Jing…”

Everyone heard the sound of their hearts breaking. If it were someone else, it might have been fine. But Ms. Jing Ming… This first lady of Jiangzhou, her unparalleled elegance and beauty were something they couldn’t catch up with even if they were on a rocket.

When a person is so outstanding, even jealousy seems so pale and weak.

Zhu Xiangxiang suppressed the wild jealousy in her eyes and secretly clenched her fists.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch the eye of Qu Feitai, yet Ms. Ming Jing could easily unsettle him, causing him to leave everything behind.

Ming Jing walked out of the bathroom, with semi-dry hair clinging down. She sat in front of the mirror, drying her hair with a towel.

The mirror reflected a slim figure, her face blushing from the steam, her eyes misty. The cold eyebrows revealed a hint of coyness, stunningly beautiful.

Ms. Ming Jing touched her hair. In half a year, it had grown back behind her ears.

The black hair was thick like ink, making her skin seem even more fair and exquisite, her features extraordinarily beautiful.

Ming Jing woke up at four in the afternoon, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was gloomy black.

It seemed that there was particularly a lot of rain this autumn.

Ming Jing went downstairs for a drink of water, the entire house was dreadfully silent.

At this time, Xiao Ying had gone to the market to buy groceries, and Wenwen had gone to pick up Xiao Wu from school.

The day after tomorrow she was going to Jingzhou for the Winter Camp. The school had given her two days off to prepare.

Ming Jing walked out of the kitchen with her cup of water, just about to go upstairs, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The footsteps of Ming Jing paused. The fingerprint lock didn’t need a key, so it wasn’t Xiao Ying or Wenwen.

Ming Jing walked over, looked through the peephole.

Why was it him?

The bell was still ringing, as if the person outside would keep pressing it if Ming Jing didn’t open the door.

Reluctantly, Ming Jing opened the door. The young man, bringing with him a chill, embraced her. The palm that Ming Jing raised paused when she saw the deep worry in the young man’s eyes.

In the second she hesitated, she was tightly enveloped in his arms.

Chill and damp rain, combined with a faint scent of a young man, came straight to her.

Blinding her eyes, muddling her mind.