From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 327: 149 Dark Willow (At the first watch of the night)

She had made her way through the brutal realities of the entertainment industry, and was no stranger to such underhanded tactics. These netizens didn’t care about the truth. iust looking for an excuse to vent their anger and frustrations from real life. They even gave it a lofty title – “I’m a fan of Qu Feitai. Everything I’m doing is for our idol’s sake.” and blamed her for all wrongdoing, accusing her of having ulterior motives for getting close to their idol.

Ye Zhen cast a glance at Ming Jing in discussion with Zou Jingyu, her heart as clear as a mirror, untouched by defiling dust. Those filthy words were sacrilege even for her to think about.

When she had first started in this industry, she faced more than her fair share of online harassment, but none of those instances hurt as much as this one.

Tian Long suddenly felt a chilling gaze on him.

Looking up, he saw a woman looking coldly at him, leaving him utterly baffled.

Wasn’t she Ming Jing’s assistant? When did he offend her? Why was she watching him as if he had committed some great sin?

Brother Huang warned him to keep an eye on Qu Feitai, and to avoid solitary contact with Ming Jing as much as possible. What could he do? His hands were tied.

Could he really control someone as headstrong as Xiao Fei?

The girl at the center of the controversy, Ming Jing, was blissfully unaware, locked in a quiet conversation about calligraphy with Zou Jingyu.

The two were engrossed in their conversation, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company despite the age gap.

Meanwhile, Han Ying stood nearby, completely confused by their talk but unable to look away from Ming Jing’s captivating eyes.

Qu Feitai, who didn’t spend much time on his phone and thus was oblivious to the controversy online, picked up a guitar and began to play under the eaves.

The gentle strumming melded with the patter of the rain into a beautiful harmony.

Han Ying suddenly said with delight, “This is ‘White Robe!”‘

Good heavens, to hear Qu Feitai playing ‘White Robe’ live was simply too fortunate.

Even the backstage crew abandoned their secrecy agreements, taking out their phones to snap photos and record videos. The director was so mad he was practically spitting fire, but his yelling had no effect.

Zou Jingyu and Ming Jing stopped talking, as if quietly enjoying Qu Feitai’s performance.

Ming Jing looked out at the rain falling in the courtyard, her chin lifted slightly, face calm and beautiful. Behind her, a young man held a guitar, playing quietly. The boy looked up just then. Under his cold eyebrows was a soft, compassionate gaze directed at the young girl.

With a ‘click’, this fleeting moment was captured forever.

As the song came to a close, Han Ying asked curiously, “Qu Brother, there’s something I, and many of your fans, have been curious about. Now that we have the chance, I’ll ask for them: is this song ‘White Robe’ about a specific person?”

The director silently gave Han Ying a thumbs-up in his heart. Typical child of the entertainment industry, she knew exactly the right question to ask.

Qu Feitai instinctively glanced at Ming Jing, but quickly averted his eyes to watch the storm outside.

Han Ying was taken aback. He was standing closest to Qu Feitai, was Qu Feitai just looking at Ming Jing just now?

Something felt odd.

Everyone was waiting for Qu Feitai’s answer when Zhao Xinrong broke the silence, “Little Ying, I didn’t realize you were such a gossip. How could he possibly answer such a personal question?”

However, Zhao Xinrong’s comment only made things worse for Qu Feitai. If it wasn’t a big deal, he could have simply answered the question. Him choosing to stay silent… made the situation even more suspicious.

“Haha, my mistake, just a bit of personal curiosity,” Han Ying laughed off and directed the conversation elsewhere.

Internally, she was slightly worried. She didn’t want to offend Qu Brother.

They had only been together for a few days, and while Qu Brother didn’t talk a lot, he didn’t seem petty.

“The day’s getting late, everyone should get some rest. We’ll have to get up early to ascend the mountain tomorrow” Zou Jingyu chimed in.

Han Ying’s eyes lit up, she excitedly asked, “Are we going to Hanshan Temple?”

“Little Ying, aren’t you having a streak of bad luck recently? You should speak with Master Jue Ming at the temple tomorrow. I’ve heard he’s quite a spiritual monk.” Zhao Xinrong jestingly said.

Ming Jing returned to her room. Xiao Wenwen was slouched on her bed, face covered in a mask and engrossed in her phone. Upon seeing Ming Jing, she lazily rolled over, turning her back to her.

Underneath the face mask, her lips curled into smugness..