From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 455:

Chapter 455: 212 Love (Second Revision)

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Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Ming Jing stared at the dense rain and dark clouds outside the corridor window, as the cold wind blew into the narrow hallway.

The chill penetrated every nook and cranny, but the young man’s body temperature felt scorching hot.

“Qu Feitai,” Ming Jing called out lightly.

The young man held her tightly in his arms, like a drowning person clutching onto the last straw for survival.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” His tone carried hints of complaint and grievances, as if Ming Jing had wronged him somehow.

His voice was so deceptive, and his acting skills were so good that it would make anyone else feel guilty.

However, the person he was facing was Ming Jing.

There would be no cheap sentimentality.

“Why were you looking for me?” Ming Jing’s cold voice was chillier than the freezing wind, cooling the young man’s burning heart in an instant.

“I… I saw the news about your accident, and I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine. Can you let me go now?”

Sensing the softness of the girl in his arms, Qu Feitai sighed, reluctantly releasing his grip on her slowly.

He was soaked through and had wetted Ming Jing’s clothes as well. Scratching his head awkwardly, Qu Feitai said, “Sorry, you should go change your clothes.”

Ming Jing looked up to see water still dripping from his cap. His clothes were completely drenched, and underneath the brim of his hat was a strikingly handsome face, a pair of deep black eyes staring at her intently. They possessed a mix of turbulent waves, gentle streams, spring warmth, and autumn sorrow.

Those were eyes that could speak.

Ming Jing furrowed her eyebrows, thinking that the young man was just acting on impulse. With the glitz and glamour of the entertainment circle, he should be able to move on quickly. It seemed that she had underestimated the situation.

“Please go back and don’t come looking for me again,” Ming Jing said indifferently before closing the door, leaving a bewildered and soaked Qu Feitai standing outside.

He had a bright future ahead of him; there was no need for him to waste time on her. She shouldn’t give him any illusions or leave him with any misunderstandings.

Ming Jing knelt in front of the Buddha statue, her fingertips fiddling with the Buddhist beads, her eyelashes gently lowered.

The room was tranquil, filled with the faint aroma of sandalwood.

After an unknown passage of time, Ming Jing heard Ming Chen’s excited voice from downstairs, “Brother Qu, please take a seat. I’ll get you a towel….”

“We don’t have any men’s clothes at home, but I can ask Shiba…”.

Qu Feitai’s radar instantly beeped. He casually asked, “Shiba?”

“Yes, let me ask Shiba to lend us some clothes. Brother Qu, just wait for me.” With that said, she darted out like an arrow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Qu Feitai furrowed his brow, wondering what kind of person this Shiba was and why they seemed to be quite close to Ming Jing and her sisters.

Feeling an unkind gaze on him, Qu Feitai looked up to see Ming Ti standing opposite, her face stern. When their eyes met, she awkwardly looked away.

“Why are you here?” Ming Ti asked.

She and Ming Chen had returned from school to find a drenched Qu Feitai standing at their doorstep.

It was a shock for her, but a pleasant surprise for Ming Chen.

Ming Chen excitedly called him Brother Qu, even inviting him in, but she couldn’t control her headstrong sister.

Ming Jing was home, but she had left Qu Feitai outside. Wasn’t the answer obvious? Ming Jing didn’t want to see this man.

How quickly Ming Chen had forgotten her previous lesson.

Qu Feitai found it amusing to see the little girl trying to imitate Ming Jing with her stern face but failing due to her innocence.

“I came to see your sister.”

“Aren’t you a big star? Shouldn’t you be busy? Besides, my sister doesn’t want to see you, so you should just leave.”

Ming Ti thought Qu Feitai would realize the situation and leave, but he stood unmoving, his face thick-skinned.

Ming Ti frowned, never having met someone so shameless before.

“It’s raining heavily outside, and all flights are grounded. How can I leave?” The young man sighed, and with his current pitiful state, he appeared quite vulnerable.

Ming Ti pursed her lips, “Alright, just promise me you’ll leave as soon as the rain stops.”

Qu Feitai nodded, “Okay.”

“Brother Qu, I’m back!” Ming Chen ran in carrying a pile of clothes. Handing them to Qu Feitai, she said, “Go take a shower and change into some dry clothes. It’s not good if you catch a cold.”

Qu Feitai looked at the girl’s bright eyes and rosy cheeks from running, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Ming Chen.”

“Brother Qu, hurry up and go.”