From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables C.577 - : 284 Flavors (Second Revision)

Chapter 577: 284 Flavors (Second Revision)

At the breakfast table, Liu Muxue stared at Ming Jing.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

Ming Jing shook her head.

“Is your nose stuffy?”

Ming Jing shook her head.

“That’s not right. Your constitution is too strong. It’s almost inhuman.” Liu Muxue couldn’t figure it out, and eventually concluded in a daze.

Ming Jing is not a normal person.

Returning to the room to pack up, the trip to Jingzhou had come to an end.

Bai Ziyan called: “Ming Jing, wait for me at the hotel. Xiao Song and I will pick you up and have lunch together.”

Ming Jing wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but the other party had already hung up.

“Is it that Bai kid? I can hear his quacking voice from a distance, like a duck.”

Bai Ziyan was in the midst of his voice breaking, and his speech carried a grainy quality, as if he had phlegm in his throat.

Ming Jing had only a simple carry-on bag.

Liu Muxue lay on the sofa with a face mask on, while Xiao Fang tidied up her things. Things were scattered everywhere after just one night in Ming Jing’s room, the destructive power was extreme.

Bai Ziyan called more than ten times to hurry them, and Ming Jing and Liu Muxue finally arrived late.

Bai Ziyan stared at Liu Muxue, whose every strand of hair exuded an exquisite air, and snorted coldly, “I knew it was you, wasting my time on someone like you, it’s disgusting.”

Liu Muxue took off her sunglasses and sneered arrogantly, “You have no gentlemanly manners at all. Learn from Song Yinzhang. You’ll be a bachelor for the rest of your life with that attitude.”

Bai Ziyan clenched his teeth and chuckled coldly, “Men would have to be blind to marry a woman with a temper as explosive and sharp-tongued as you.”

Liu Muxue sat down beside Bai Ziyan, “Sorry, men pursuing me stretches all the way from Xizhimen to Chang’an Street. As for you?”

She looked Bai Ziyan up and down and said disdainfully, “You’re not even qualified.”

“You…” Song Yinzhang quickly soothed him, “Alright, alright, Xiao Bai, say less.”

Ming Jing ignored the argument and silently sat in the back row.

After Xiao Fang placed all the luggage in the trunk and squeezed in, she silently shrunk into a corner without making a sound.

The driver started the car and merged into the traffic.

Bai Ziyan couldn’t swallow his pride and snorted, “Ancient people said ‘Only women and villains are hard to raise.’ They were absolutely right.”

Liu Muxue lifted her slender leg and took out a sunscreen spray from her bag, applying it to the back of her hand and neck.

“Not bad, a bumpkin like you can even quote a few lines from Lun Yu. But just because you’re a bumpkin, Kong Saint isn’t on the same intellectual level as you. His ‘women’ refer to cherished companions, not women like your mother, you understand?”

Liu Muxue sneered disdainfully, “If you despise women so much, don’t crawl out of your mother’s womb.”

“You…” Bai Ziyan’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist.

“Angry and ashamed? I won the best debater award at a debate competition. If you’re not convinced, let’s continue.”

Just a few words left Bai Ziyan speechless, and his face turned away angrily.

“How dare you, little guy.” Liu Muxue hummed a song and threw a flirty glance at Ming Jing.

Song Yinzhang saw the tension and felt it necessary to lighten the atmosphere, so he said, “We’re going to pick up someone from the television station first.”

Liu Muxue narrowed her eyes, “Qu Feitai?”

Song Yinzhang nodded, “You guessed?”

Liu Muxue crossed her arms, “And I thought you were smart. Who else could enter and exit the TV station but Qu Feitai?”

Song Yinzhang laughed, “That’s because you’re too clever.”

Liu Muxue glanced at him and couldn’t help but smile, “Did you have fun at the Bo’s banquet last night?”

Song Yinzhang raised an eyebrow, “You know?”

“Not only do I know, but I also saw it.” Liu Muxue pouted.

Bai Ziyan glanced at her and eyed her up and down, “Where were you last night?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Time quickly passed by as Bai Ziyan and Liu Muxue bickered and quarreled.

The car stopped on the roadside opposite the TV station entrance. Before long, a tall man in a black down jacket and baseball cap appeared.

Even with a mask on, obscuring his face, the man’s superior physique still made him the focus of attention.

“Is he Qu Feitai?”

A group of young girls holding banners crouched at the entrance of the TV station, and by looking at the photos and slogans on the banners, it was unmistakably him.

As they looked at the man’s retreating figure, everyone exchanged glances and rushed up frantically when they realized who it was.

Fans learned that Qu Feitai recorded a girl idol show at the TV station last night. Due to an accident in the broadcasting hall, it was delayed until the second day. Fans waited overnight in the freezing wind, enduring cold, exhaustion, and hunger just to catch a glimpse of their idol.Qu Feitai was like a chunk of mobile fat, followed by a pack of drooling, hungry wolves.

Bai Ziyan, leaning against the window and watching the scene, laughed and clapped his thighs.

Qu Feitai quickened his pace, his long leg stretching gracefully and nimbly hopping over flowerbeds with an elegant pose.

A group of girls, blocked by the flowerbeds, couldn’t help but shout, “Qu Feitai… Qu Feitai.”

Song Yinzhang wanted to open the car door without saying a word, but Bai Ziyan hurriedly stopped him: “Don’t, wait a little longer, let me see how our superstar deals with these crazy fans, Old Bear, drive quickly.” Bai Ziyan ordered the driver to drive.

Song Yinzhang shook off his hand and frowned, “Xiao Bai, you’re going too far, Xiao Fei will be angry.”

Liu Muxue rolled her eyes, “So wretched.”

While Bai Ziyan was not paying attention, she quickly opened the car door.

The next moment, Qu Feitai stepped in with his long legs bent and entered the car.

The car door closed, leaving the dust behind. A group of fans screamed and chased after the car, gradually being left far behind.

Liu Muxue greeted him cheerfully, “Hello, handsome guy, I’m Ming Jing’s best friend, my name is Liu Muxue.”

Qu Feitai nodded and stepped on Bai Ziyan’s foot as he passed by him, the next moment the car was filled with Bai Ziyan’s pig-like screams.

“Qu Feitai, are you murdering your husband?!”

Qu Feitai raised an eyebrow, and said indifferently, “Sorry, my mistake.”

Ming Jing looked up, their eyes met, and Qu Feitai gave her a dazzling smile, as bright as the morning star.

“Long time no see.”

In fact, it had only been a few days, but for Qu Feitai, a day apart felt like an eternity.

He sat down next to Ming Jing, took off his baseball cap, raised his hand to smooth out his thick and fluffy hair, which was shapeless and looked like he had just woken up. The black strands of hair playfully sprang out from between his fingers.

This hair would be a waste if it didn’t star in a shampoo commercial.

Ming Jing took out a wet tissue from her bag and handed it to him, and Qu Feitai hesitated for a moment.

Ming Jing pointed at his face.

Qu Feitai took the tissue, accidentally touching her fingertips, which felt as cold as ice.

With a subtle tremor in his heart, Qu Feitai quietly withdrew his hand and wiped his face with the tissue.

There was a black stain on the tissue.

“I was sleeping on the makeup table while removing my makeup after recording the show, and I must have accidentally rubbed my eyeliner.”

Although he said it lightly, Ming Jing noticed the fatigue in his eyes.

Ming Jing chuckled, took off the Buddhist beads from her wrist, held it up to his face, and asked, “What do you see?”

Through the circle of the beads, Qu Feitai saw Ming Jing’s lips.

Her lips were beautiful, small and slightly plump, exuding a mix of classical beauty and girlish innocence.

At this moment, her lips moved silently, and Qu Feitai’s consciousness grew blurry.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, the only thought that flashed through Qu Feitai’s mind was,

What do her lips taste like?

Liu Muxue exclaimed, “How did he suddenly faint?”

Ming Jing took the blanket from the side and covered him gently, whispering, “He’s just too tired and fell asleep.”

Liu Muxue didn’t care anymore, and turned her attention to Bai Ziyan, “Murdering your own husband? I couldn’t tell that you were a closeted gay.”

Bai Ziyan stomped his foot in anger, “You’re the gay one, your whole family is gay!”

Liu Muxue leisurely laughed, “Look, he’s so angry he’s blushing.”

“Liu Muxue, this young master has never hit a woman, don’t make me break my rule!”

“This young lady dares you to hit me, go on…!”

The two quarreled, but Qu Feitai remained unaffected and slept soundly.

Someone overtook the car, and the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel, causing Qu Feitai’s head to lean and rest on Ming Jing’s shoulder.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining brightly.

The winter sun streamed through the car window with the speed of the car, playfully landing on the young girl’s shoulder.

In his deep slumber, the young man rubbed the girl’s arm, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids. The scene was as serene and beautiful as a stunning oil painting.

Not knowing what he dreamt about, the boy started to smile.

Her lips tasted like sweet, sweet peaches.

Later, Qu Feitai found out that her lips were actually cold.

It was the taste of snow, crystalline yet icy cold.

Overwhelming despair that took his breath away.