From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 260: 125 Ambition (First Update)

Ming Chen shuddered a little and instinctively grabbed Ming Ti’s hand.

Ming Ti didn’t bother to tease her for being timid at this moment and gently patted her back.

“You just said that the song was written for Ming Jing? How do you know that?”

“Are you silly? Look at the lyrics, ‘Eyebrow like a cloud, a mirror in between, a landscape of green hills fills the view.’ The second-to-last character of each line spells out Ming Jing’s name. And only Ming Jing always wears white clothes. No one looks better in white clothes than her. The lyrics seemed weird to me when I first heard them. Then I dreamt of Ming Jing just now, and suddenly I thought of this song, isn’t it tailor-made for her?”

Ming Ti glanced at her, “It might just be a coincidence. How could Ming Jing know a big celebrity? Ming Jing didn’t even go to the concert tonight, which was a waste, letting Zhu Xiangxiang take the advantage.”

“So where do you think Ming Jing got the concert tickets from? Our seats weren’t for ordinary audiences.”

Ming Ti fell silent.

“That big star is so handsome and talented. If he could be with Ming Jing, that would be great.” Ming Chen said with a face full of excitement for the couple.

Ming Ti slapped her back and said coldly with a frown, “What are you crazy about? Is that man worthy of Ming Jing? Don’t mention it again, or Ming Jing might beat you up if she finds out.”

Ming Chen snorted, “As long as Ming Jing thinks he’s good enough for her.

Anyway, we’ve already returned to secular life and can freely date.”

Ming Ti sighed and shook her head, “With your naive and sweet appearance, what will you do if you get cheated by men in the future?”

Qu Feitai had taken a hot shower and walked out with a towel around his waist. The bathroom had a washer and dryer combo, so his clothes were dry after the shower.

The outfit was the black one-piece jumpsuit he wore during the “White Clothes” performance, accentuating his broad shoulders, slender waist, and long legs – even a supermodel couldn’t compete with this golden ratio figure.

Qu Feitai adjusted his hair in front of the mirror, allowing it to hang down naturally. The fierceness of his eyebrows faded, leaving his boyish charm and gentleness.

“Mr. Qu, I bought the things you asked for.” Du Ze’s voice came from outside the door.

Qu Feitai opened the door, and Du Ze felt the overhead light dimmed for a moment.

No wonder so many fans like him, his youthful appearance is exceptionally outstanding.

Despite being a big star known for his cold and reserved demeanor, Qu Feitai looked even more approachable with his soft hair hanging down and his black eyes shining brightly, reminiscent of the gentle gaze of a Labrador Retriever, which made people want to touch his head.

The alarm bells in Du Ze’s mind went off, and he quickly suppressed his terrifying thought.

Qu Feitai thanked him, took the items, and headed to the kitchen. Du Ze followed him and asked, “Mr. Qu, do you need any help?”

“You go take a shower. I can handle it myself.”

The tall and slender young man’s action of washing the ginger was especially meticulous, and the soft light from the kitchen’s lamp cast a halo on him. Even offstage, the radiant big star knew how to live life attentively.

The kitchen only had a flat-bottomed wok that probably came with the integrated stove and no cutting board or knife. Qu Feitai washed the wok several times before boiling water in it.

Once certain there were no issues, Du Ze left to take his shower.

After Ming Jing had taken a shower, her phone had run out of battery and turned off.

Just as she was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on the door.

“I made ginger soup for you. Drink it before you sleep, or else you might catch a cold after being in the rain.” The young man’s clear voice was faintly audible from outside the door.

“Thank you, leave it at the door.” The calm voice of the girl came from inside.

Qu Feitai put the ginger soup by the doorway and then turned to go downstairs.

A minute later, the door cracked open, and a slender pale arm reached out from inside, bringing the bowl in.

Qu Feitai then went downstairs with a satisfied heart.

“Goodnight.”

The ginger soup was just the right temperature, bitter and spicy at first but unexpectedly sweet in the end.

There was a piece of rock candy at the bottom which melted as soon as it touched the tongue, quickly diluting the astringency of the ginger soup, leaving only the lingering sweetness on the lips and teeth.

Ming Jing looked at the empty bowl and softly said, “Goodnight.”

Many people couldn’t sleep that night.

Huang Chao was one of them.

This was the most anxious night of his life – the artist he had high hopes for went out in the heavy rain at night, then got into a car accident while on the phone with him. After that, there was no news from the artist, and the phone was off..