From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 770: 390 Life_2

If she could take advantage of the situation and start a scandal with Qu Feitai, it would be nothing but beneficial for her popularity and reputation.

And why was Ming Jing the only one who could have affairs with Qu Feitai? She refused to believe it, determined to turn the tables tonight.

Making up her mind, Zhao Ninghan smiled and said, “Xiao Fei, I heard you’re working on a new album. I’m a loyal fan of yours and I’m really looking forward to it. When will it be released? Can I, on behalf of all your fans, ask for an exact release date?”

Dead silence.

As the silence dragged on, Zhao Ninghan’s face began to falter, and she couldn’t help but lean slightly in. In the camera’s view, she had almost pressed herself against Qu Feitai.

The surrounding people looked at this scene and, finding it bizarre, glanced unconsciously at Ming Jing in the second row.

Qu Feitai hadn’t looked at her since he came in, nor had she looked at Qu Feitai. The center of attention, the rumored couple seemed not to know each other at all.

“Zhao Ninghan, you old woman, let go of my brother…”

“Fucking old bitch Zhao, you’re so shameless. Look at yourself. An old cow eating tender grass. With your fucking face, do you even fit his key?”

“I never realized before how much of a green tea bitch Zhao Ninghan is. She stole someone’s seat, and now she’s stealing their boyfriend too. Does she just want to take everything Ming Jing has? If she likes stealing so much, why doesn’t she go rob a bank? Spoiled bitch.”

“Watch your language, everyone. Ming Jing has never publicly acknowledged that Qu Feitai is her boyfriend. It’s all your wild fantasies. You’ve seen how both of them have behaved tonight, so stop assuming.”

“Trying so hard to stick her hot face to his cold butt, calling him Xiao Fei as if she knows him. I’m so embarrassed, I could dig a hole with my toes.”

“You guys are killing me. Zhao Ninghan, top-notch actress? She’s nowhere near Liang Yanran. It’s a pity Liang Yanran had a short-lived life; otherwise, Zhao Green Tea wouldn’t have had her chance to rise. She’s become so arrogant and forgotten her place since becoming famous. Let’s see how reality teaches her a lesson.”

Zhao Ninghan had no idea that she had gained the nickname Zhao Green Tea.

In just a short time tonight, she had shattered her filters and stepped on them herself.

The term Zhao Green Tea quickly became a hot search, but not many fans came to her defense; they were all busy criticizing her.

Someone brought up the late Liang Yanran, ridiculing Zhao Ninghan as a monkey king when the tiger is away in the mountain.

Ming Xin, with one hand propping her chin, rested her head on Ming Jing’s shoulder and cast a seemingly amused glance at Zhao Ninghan in the front row.

“Do people get carried away once they gain fame and fortune?”

Zhao Ninghan was ambitious, a hardworking actress, and Ye Zhen acknowledged her abilities. However, she hadn’t expected Zhao Ninghan to do such a thing, which was really disappointing.

“Greed gives rise to myriad obstacles.”

Ming Xin glanced at Ming Jing’s calm, fair profile and suddenly burst into a grin.

“In the Buddhāvataṃsaka Sūtra, it says, ‘Entangled in life and death because of our attachment to greed and desires, nurturing hatred even in our graves, suffering emptiness and pain.'”

Ming Jing smiled at her.

“Surprised, huh?” Ming Xin secretly took an orange out of her purse, peeled it, and said, “I’m now a devout disciple of Buddha.”

“May you get what you wish for.” Ming Jing looked away indifferently.

Ming Xin chuckled, handed a slice of orange to Ming Jing’s mouth, and Ming Jing ate it.

Observing Ming Jing’s expression closely, Ming Xin saw her face unchanged, her eyes filled with a soft smile like a gentle breeze.

“Isn’t it sweet?”

Ming Jing just smiled and said nothing.

Ming Xin eagerly stuffed the rest of the orange into her mouth, but in the next moment, her expression contorted.

“So ~sour!”

She glared at Ming Jing accusingly, “You tricked me! Monks don’t lie, you know? You’ve broken the precepts.”

Ming Jing laughed, “Did I say anything? Everything you assumed is just a result of your imagination.”

“You….” Ming Xin grunted, “You really are my lovely Junior.”

Ming Jing picked up the other half of the orange in Ming Xin’s hand, tore a slice, and ate it without so much as a frown from beginning to end.

Ming Xin was astonished, “Can’t you taste the sourness? Or have you lost your sense of taste?”

Ming Jing shook her head with a smile, “It’s very sour.”

“Then you don’t even wrinkle your eyebrows when eating it? Do you like sour things that much?”

“I don’t like sour things.”

Just as Ming Xin was about to ask if she was a fool… something occurred to her, and she looked deeply at Ming Jing.