From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 564
Chapter 564: 273 Autumn Thoughts (First Watch)
The three-day exam period passed quickly.
Ming Jing carried her backpack and walked out of the school gate.
A car stopped at the entrance of the school, and a young girl got out, “Ye Zhen.”
Bo Lianye smiled and walked over: “Ningning, you’re back.”
“Today is Aunt Bo and Uncle Bo’s birthday, of course I have to come back.”
The two hugged each other, and soon separated, looking like a pair of close sisters with great affection.
Bai Weining’s gaze shifted to Ming Jing.
Her eyes sparkled, and she greeted with a smile: “Hi, Ming Jing, do you still remember me?”
Ming Jing nodded faintly, without any intention of chatting with her. She walked past the two, her figure gradually becoming more and more distant.
Bai Weining stared at Ming Jing’s back until her figure faded into the mist.
Bo Lianye asked: “Ningning, do you know her?”
Bai Weining touched the loose hair on her temple, her sweet smile like a summer breeze, “We met once at my grandmother’s birthday banquet.”
Bai Weining’s mother came from the Gao family of Jiangzhou, and Ming Jing was a socialite from Jiangzhou, so it wasn’t strange that they had met before.
The two got into the car, and Bai Weining asked: “Ye Zhen, will Brother Qu come tonight?”
Bo Lianye shook her head with a smile: “I knew that your purpose for coming back wasn’t so simple, who are you trying to fool?”
Bai Weining playfully wrapped her arm around Bo Lianye’s, leaning her entire body onto her, her sweet voice like a coquettish protest: “My dear Ye Zhen, please tell me.”
“Anyway, I have invited him, whether he comes or not is up to him.”
Looking at Bai Weining’s expectant face, Bo Lianye swallowed the rest of what she was going to say.
Forget it, let’s not discourage her.
Given Qu Feitai’s personality, he probably wouldn’t come, for one.
Secondly, it was related to Qu Feitai’s elder brother, Qu Lanting. Although Bo Lianye’s knowledge was limited, she was perceptive and could usually make judgments based on her father’s conversations.
“By the way, what’s the story behind Ming Jing and Lanzhou’s scandal?” Bo Lianye asked.
Bai Weining’s smile grew even sweeter, nonchalantly saying: “What story? It’s just those media outlets causing trouble.”
Bo Lianye said, “You joined the entertainment industry to follow his footsteps, but so far, there hasn’t been any progress between you two. Don’t end up losing him to someone else.”
“What’s mine will always be mine, what’s not won’t be no matter how hard I try.”
Bai Weining showed off her newly done nails, asking with a smile: “Do they look nice?”
Bo Lianye frowned, “Ningning, you’re too careless.”
Bai Weining curled her lips, “When I was eleven, I visited my cousin’s house in Chunxi Court for the first time and got bored listening to the adults talking. I sneaked out and heard a wonderful, heavenly voice. I thought that a person with such a touching voice must be an angel.”
It was an autumn afternoon, the maple forest ablaze with color. A young man sat beneath a tree, holding a guitar, singing a tender song.
That scene remained in her memory forever.
Later, when he made his debut, he rewrote that song and published it. It wasn’t as popular as his other songs, but it was her favorite. On nights filled with longing, she would play it on loop.
Until his later release in white clothes took the world by storm, everyone knew that he had a girl he secretly loved.
But her secret love stayed forever in that song, “Autumn Thoughts.”
“Ye Zhen, do you know? That day, I so wanted to muster the courage to walk up to him.”
Having hesitated then, she never found the courage to take that step again.
Bo Lianye gently put her arm around her shoulders, soothing softly: “It’s okay, you’re both still young, there’s plenty of time.”
Bai Weining’s eyes were like water, as if a pebble had been thrown in, causing gentle ripples.
She turned to look at the scenery passing by outside the car window, the naked branches on the roadside, and the desolation of the flowerbeds.
“I won’t allow anyone to take him away from me.”
She said softly.
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“Ming Jing, wait for me.” Liu Muxue panted as she caught up.
“Wasn’t the girl with Bo Lianye just now Bai Weining? I knew she looked familiar, it was her.”Bai Weining’s ST girl group is considered the pinnacle of idol groups in the country, and anyone familiar with the entertainment industry would certainly know her, the popular leader.
Sweet and sassy, ST group’s darling and entertainment industry’s little princess Bai Weining.
Liu Muxue touched her chin: “She seems to have a good relationship with Bo Lianye.”
Ming Jing quietly crossed the road and entered the hotel.
Ye Zhen and Lan Huixin joined the group, followed by Zheng Qing who was concerned for the two of them. The room suddenly became quiet.
Liu Muxue changed her clothes, grabbed some chips and sneaked into Ming Jing’s room. Seeing Ming Jing holding a book again, she couldn’t help but say, “We finally finished our exams. How about we go out and relax tonight?”
“I heard there’s a nice bar nearby, and there’s a band playing tonight. It’ll be lively. Let’s check it out,” she suggested.
Ming Jing, not a fan of crowded places, shook her head.
Liu Muxue snatched the book from Ming Jing’s hand and tossed it aside: “You’re coming with me.”
Eventually, Ming Jing was dragged out by Liu Muxue.
——
Bo Yuxun walked down from the operating table, changed out of his surgical gown, and left the room.
“Doctor, how’s my mother?” A middle-aged man eagerly rushed over and blocked Bo Yuxun’s way.
Bo Yuxun said gently, “The operation was successful. She will be transferred to the ICU for 24 hours of observation. If there are no problems, she can be transferred to a regular ward. Don’t worry.”
Despite his imposing figure, the man’s voice was gentle as a spring breeze, easily calming the other party’s anxious heart.
The man was wearing a mask, only revealing his forehead, eyebrows, and eyes.
The other party quickly expressed his gratitude: “Thank you, doctor. Thank you.”
“It’s my duty,” Bo Yuxun replied and walked away.
The man looked at Bo Yuxun’s tall figure and exclaimed, “Not only is this doctor highly skilled, but he’s also a very good person.”
Qi Ka, who came out after him, said, “Of course, he’s our youngest director in the Department of Cardiac Surgery, internationally renowned for his medical skills. With Director Bo performing the surgery on your mother personally, she’ll definitely be fine.”
The other party was astonished: “He looks so young, yet he’s already a director?”
All the department directors he had seen were old men in their 50s. This young man, who seemed to have just graduated from college, actually made him doubt his credibility at first. But it seemed he was just overthinking things.
“Our Director Bo is a genius. He became an associate chief physician at the age of 24. So many people are fighting to have Director Bo perform their surgeries,” Qi Ka said and quickly left.
The man was left standing there, looking amazed.
Han Dongdong said, “Qi Ka, do you have any idea how many people came to our department during the hours you were in surgery?”
Han Dongdong exaggeratedly held up ten fingers: “We could form a choir! Our department has never been this popular. Ever since Director Bo came back, our once-cold Department of Cardiac Surgery has become a bustling market. The charm of Director Bo is limitless. It’s driven all the women in the hospital crazy. Even the mother cat from the kitchen is trying to sneak into our department. It’s terrifying.”
Qi Ka said, “Doctor Bo deserves it.”
Han Dongdong shook his head: “But Doctor Bo is too cold.”
“You don’t understand. Doctor Bo is very gentle with patients. That’s where his charm lies. If he was nice to everyone, he’d be central air conditioning. I’m sure that if Doctor Bo has someone he likes, that woman will be the happiest woman in the whole world,” said Qi Ka.
“Ahem,” a cough suddenly came from behind.
Qi Ka and Han Dongdong felt a chill down their spines and turned around stiffly. “Dr… Dr. Xu.”
Qi Ka drooped his head, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself.
Xu Shuhua said kindly, “Luckily, Sister Cai isn’t here. Otherwise, you two would be lectured again today. You even dare to gossip about the director. You guys really are… ”
Xu Shuhua shook his head.
“Dr. Xu, we won’t do it again. Please don’t tell Sister Cai,” they pleaded.
Nurse manager Cai Rong was nicknamed Cai Yama by her colleagues.
“Fine, just be more careful in the future,” Xu Shuhua said as he walked away.
He knocked on the office door, and the man inside, busy writing his surgical notes, said without looking up, “Come in.”
Xu Shuhua walked in with a thermos and placed it on the desk in front of him. “I knew you didn’t have lunch. Eat while it’s hot, or you’ll have stomach problems again.”
Bo Yuxun finished writing the last word, put the notes away, and opened the thermos.
Abalone rice from Dechang Building.
“Thank you for your generosity.”
