From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 768: 389 Tolerance_3

Having heard Pan Jingjing’s explanation, everyone went wild with barrage comments —

“Whose seat did Zhao Ninghan take? Luo Ziyin’s? They’re pretty much equal, right? Couldn’t the organizer just place them together? What poor organization!”

“Zhao Ninghan’s actions aren’t very decent, huh? Taking a seat in front of all these people and leaving the other person nowhere to sit? Is she just tearing their faces apart directly?”

“Hahaha, she’s not giving her any face at all, I love it!”

“Zhao Ninghan is so bold, isn’t she afraid of offending the organizer?”

“Am I the only one who thinks she’s a bit brainless? It’s obvious she’s going to offend people. She doesn’t have much to fight with Luo Ziyin, and the organizer doesn’t need to offend her for Luo Ziyin’s sake. I think she took Ming Jing’s seat.”

These words woke everyone up.

“Sis, wake up! You’re courting death by taking Ming Jing’s seat. Do you still want to survive and step out of Jiangzhou?”

“Hahaha, I thought it was boring at first, but it’s getting interesting now.”

“Front row selling melon seeds, beer, and small stools…”

Most of the comments were teasing; after all, no matter how powerful the Rans are, it’s not like they would go around killing and setting fires. Moreover, according to their info, the Rans have already transformed and are no longer involved in gangster activities. They are now an industrial conglomerate group with a different management style from regular corporations. Their business is still law-abiding and they are one of Jiangzhou’s largest taxpayers. People’s fear of them has been overly demonized.

Pan Jingjing joined in on the fun, turning the camera and saying, “Ming Jing’s here! Look at our editor-in-chief Wen Na, she’s running up to meet her. Ms. Ming Jing has so much face.”

Everyone’s gaze at the scene instantly fell on Ming Jing.

“Ms. Ming Jing, you’re finally here.”

Wen Na’s eyes flashed slightly, and she sighed, “We originally arranged a seat for you in the first row, but Ninghan misunderstood… Ms. Ming Jing, this was an oversight on our part, and it caused you trouble. I’m very sorry.”

Wasn’t this a blatant seat grabbing?

If someone with a temper had gotten up there, they would have torn the other person apart since they had power and influence and nothing to worry about.

However, the girl in front of them was unexpectedly calm, unruffled, and smiled lightly.

“Editor-in-chief Wen, you’re being too serious. I’m here tonight for a charitable cause; where I sit doesn’t matter.”

She looked around and walked to the second row, sitting down in Zhao Ninghan’s seat.

Ming Jing’s move stupefied Wen Na.

Was she too easygoing? Wen Na hadn’t even had a chance to use the emergency plans she had thought up in her head.

She was stuck between breathing in and out, nearly suffocating.

Nobody else expected her to let the matter go so easily. She didn’t cause any trouble for Zhao Ninghan or the organizers…

She naturally sat down in Zhao Ninghan’s seat, as if it was just an ordinary seat and had no significance in terms of status.

Her nonchalant demeanor left everyone in awe, and they could see that she wasn’t avoiding trouble with Zhao Ninghan out of fear, but she simply didn’t care about such a trivial seat.

If just a seat could represent one’s status, then that status was too cheap.

She possessed a kind of calm confidence. Wherever she sat, she would be the center of attention.

The moon hanging in the sky doesn’t lose its brightness because of its position. Instead, people on the ground follow the moon’s path, looking up at it with reverence.

Zhao Ninghan’s face turned pale. She would have preferred if Ming Jing had come up and argued with her, causing a scene, which would have drawn attention to both of them.

But instead, Ming Jing didn’t even look at her, as if she was just a wildflower or weed on the side of the road, not worth her time and energy.

The seat she had fought so hard for didn’t matter to Ming Jing at all.

This kind of indifference felt like a slap on Zhao Ninghan’s face, making her cheeks burn.

Zhou Zhengru curled her lips; such a broad-minded girl could use her steadiness to adapt to any changes and win any battle.

Just by looking at Zhao Ninghan’s enraged appearance, one could see the magical power of this method.

Only those who truly possess status don’t care about a mere seat, while those who lack it cling to it like a lifesaving straw.

Ming Xin excitedly wrapped her arm around Ming Jing’s: “Junior, this is great, we can sit together now.”

As a newcomer, Ming Xin was seated beside Zhao Ninghan, which showed the organizers’ respect for both Ming Jing and Yu Dawei.

Ming Jing smiled faintly: “Senior.”

The affectionate scene between the sisters was captured by the camera.

Meanwhile, in Pan Jingjing’s live-streaming room, people were cursing up a storm.

As magnanimous as Ming Jing was, it highlighted how petty and narrow-minded Zhao Ninghan was in contrast. Her past image was shattered, and foul words filled the air.

Even her own fans couldn’t praise her with a clear conscience.

This time, she went too far.

People could somewhat understand her stealing Luo Ziyin’s seat or even Ming Jing’s, but now that Ming Jing had let it go, the public couldn’t let it go.

Ming Jing’s tolerance was like a sharp sword that pierced Zhao Ninghan’s heart.

All the filthiness and dirtiness were laid bare in front of the spotless beauty and had nowhere to hide.