From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: 104 Spark (second revision)

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“Mingyi is my sister, and she always will be.”

The young girl’s gentle yet firm voice gradually sounded.

Xu Huan was startled before nodding: “I understand.”

“Oh, Miss Zhu, there’s one more thing I’d like to tell you.”

Ming Jing stopped and turned to look at him.

Xu Huan scratched his head: “Well, when I went to Siji Town to investigate Mingyi’s background, I accidentally discovered that there were some people secretly investigating as well. They were focusing on the people of Jiyue Temple. As a police officer, I’m always extra vigilant about such things, so I paid attention and found out that they were also looking for someone. Could it be that your senior sisters’ family members came to find them?”

Ming Jing and her four sisters were all orphans. After several twists and turns, the Zhus found Ming Jing, who had been swapped at birth. Mingyi had been abducted, but what about the other sisters? Could they have been separated from their families for various reasons, and their families were now looking for them?

Xu Huan didn’t notice the change in Ming Jing’s expression, and even if he did, he couldn’t tell anything from it. He scratched his head and said: “However, it’s a bit strange because they were asking villagers about what happened twelve years ago, but the ages don’t match up. I guess I might be overthinking it.”

Ming Jing’s eyes flickered subtly, leaving no traces.

“Thank you, Officer Xu, for going through all this trouble.”

Xu Huan quickly waved his hand, somewhat embarrassed: “This is just my duty as a police officer. I only regret that I couldn’t find out sooner and bring the human traffickers to justice.”

The two of them said goodbye, and Ming Jing went downstairs.

Xu Huan looked at Ming Jing’s elegant and tall figure, sighing: Miss Zhu is truly intelligent and kind-hearted. If it weren’t for her ability to spot subtle clues and provide leads, this case would have remained unsolved.

Ming Jing walked slowly, her fingers brushing over the ancient Buddhist beads, her eyes slightly narrowed, her expression indescribable.

That rainy night twelve years ago…

What couldn’t be avoided, eventually came!

After disappearing for a day and a night, Han Suwen returned to the Zhu’s home.

Madam Zhou pulled her aside, worriedly asking: “Where were you the whole day? I was so worried. If you didn’t come back, I was going to call the police.” Han Suwen looked at her with gratitude: “Madam Zhou, thank you.”

Madam Zhou wiped away her tears, speaking softly: “It’s good that you’re back. Forget about the past, and just do your job well. Miss likes diligent people.”

Han Suwen nodded solemnly: “I understand, Madam Zhou.”

At the kitchen doorway, a small head poked out, curiously looking at Han Suwen: “Aunt Wen, why are you crying? Did someone bully you? You can tell me, and I’ll stand up for you!”

The little girl, with wide, innocent eyes, spoke innocently.

Han Suwen couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, rushed over to wrap her arms around Mingyi, and sobbed loudly.

Madam Zhou watched the scene, somewhat at a loss.

Ming Jing stood quietly not far away, watching them with no hint of what she was thinking.

“Miss… It wasn’t Suwen’s fault. Please don’t blame her,” Madam Zhou hesitated to say.

Ming Jing let out a faint sigh, seemingly a mix of sorrow and helplessness, and turned away.

The heartbreaking pain of separation, the remarkable happiness of reunion.

“Aunt Wen, don’t cry,” Mingyi consoled her in a childish voice, gently patting her back.

“Ming Jing said that tears can consume your fortune. If something makes you very sad, just tell Yi Yi, and we can share the burden together. Okay?”

The little girl’s innocent and pure words made even Madam Zhou, who was standing on the side, smile.

Han Suwen squatted on the ground, looked up at Mingyi with tears still streaming down her face, yet smiling tenderly.

“Good, Yi Yi is so good.”

For the past few days, Zhu Xiangxiang had been staying in her room to avoid Ming Jing.

She was afraid that she would explode if she saw Ming Jing.Finally, she went downstairs for a drink of water, only to see a big and small figure hugging and crying together in the kitchen.

“Why are you crying? Did the Zhus do something wrong?” Zhu Xiangxiang frowned and asked.

Bad luck.

Madam Zhou glanced at her and pulled her aside, “Suwen is brought back by the young lady, be polite to her.”

Zhu Xiangxiang bit her lip, “Madam Zhou, I don’t mean anything else. Sister Suwen is crying like this, people who don’t know might think Ming Jing bullied her.’

Madam Zhou sneered, who else in the Zhu family would think that way except you?

Zhu Xiangxiang poured a glass of water and squinted at Han Suwen and Mingyi. Suddenly she asked, “Can Ming Jing’s juniors find their families? If they can return to their families, it would also be a good deed for Ming Jing.”

Do you need to remind me? Madam Zhou said sarcastically, “The young lady should have her own plan.”

There’s already a Zhu Xiangxiang in the Zhu family, and raising three more wouldn’t be a problem.

Zhu Xiangxiang was calculating in her heart. If Ming Xin was the young lady of the Zhu family, then who was Ming Jing? Her background might be even worse than Zhu Xiangxiang’s. Once she found evidence, she would brutally expose Ming Jing’s hypocritical mask.

“Ahhhh! ” Zhou Bao dashed down from the second floor like a madwoman. The first person she saw was Madam Zhou, she rushed over, grabbed Madam Zhou’s hand, and shook it, “Qu Feitai came to Jiangzhou, he’s here in Jiangzhou, he had lunch at Zhuxiang Building, so many people blocked him, wu wu why did I see the news only now.”

Madam Zhou couldn’t understand Zhou Bao’s star chasing, “Miss Yingying, lower your voice, Madam Zhou’s ears will be deafened by your shouting.” Zhu Xiangxiang was stunned, Qu Feitai? That big star Qu Feitai?

She used to like his songs too, the key was that he was handsome, probably every girl’s dream lover.

Hearing that he was coming to Jiangzhou, Zhu Xiangxiang’s heart was uncontrollably agitated.

She had been entangled in mundane affairs in recent months and had no time to pay attention to her favorite stars, so when she suddenly heard Qu Feitai’s name, she was a little surprised.

“Xiangxiang sister, Qu Feitai’s concert in Jiangzhou is on the 29th, have you bought tickets?” Zhou Bao asked anxiously, she remembered Zhu Xiangxiang used to like Qu Feitai, and she bought every new album.

Zhu Xiangxiang shook her head, “I forgot about it, is it too late to buy tickets now?”

“The tickets sold out long ago, now you can only go through the internal complimentary ticket channel, you can ask someone if any of the concert sponsors have worked with Zhu Group, and can give us some convenience.”

It was easy to get internal complimentary tickets if you had connections, but with someone like Qu Feitai, it wasn’t guaranteed.

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered, “I am now a fallen phoenix that is inferior to a chicken, you might as well ask your cousin, she is now the group chairman, it’s just a matter of opening her mouth.”

Zhou Bao slapped her forehead, “Right, yeah, why should I tell you?”

Ignoring Zhu Xiangxiang, she turned and ran away, muttering as she went, “Who is the phoenix and who is the chicken? What a self-praising girl.” Zhu Xiangxiang: …this damn girl, so cheap.

Qu Feitai only took a day off, and on the 23rd, he began to devote himself to intensive rehearsals.

The venue for the Jiangzhou concert was held in the Jiangzhou Stadium, basically rehearsing with the band in the morning and communicating with the stageäülßÅ team on special effects on site in the afternoon. In general, these details were taken care of by professional personnel, but Qu Feitai was hands-on and didn’t miss any details, striving for perfection, which was why every one of his concerts brought an almost artistic enjoyment for the audience.

It was almost eight o’clock in the evening when everything was over. Qu Feitai had been working non-stop all day without a second of rest. At noon, he ate while talking on the phone with a foreign music producer, and was so absorbed that he almost fed the food into his nostrils. Tian Long secretly recorded this funny and poignant scene, intending to edit it into the behind-the-scenes documentary, which would sell another wave of dedicated personality.

No, it shouldn’t be called selling personality. Qu Feitai was originally like that.

He liked to keep a low profile, and his agent loved marketing. Huang Chao’s mantra was: good wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

Fortunately, Qu Feitai’s professionalism was excellent, and Huang Chao’s marketing couldn’t overturn it.

Climbing into the trailer, Qu Feitai leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes. After a while, he said, “Xiao Tian, when you pass the coffee shop, buy me a cup of coffee.”

“You’re not going to sleep tonight?” Tian Long disagreed.

Qu Feitai leaned lazily against the back of the chair, tapping his knee gently with one hand, as if beautiful melodies were being born beneath his fingers.

“Inspiration came, writing a new song.”

Tian Long had no choice, just passing by a Starbucks, he told the driver to stop and went to buy coffee.

Qu Feitai idly glanced out the window, then suddenly, his gaze froze on the other side of the street and stopped.

Deep in his radiant, vast eyes, sparks of starlight flashed..