From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 216 - 216: 103 Willingness (First Watch) _2

Huang Chao rushed over, grabbed Song Yinzhang’s hand, and gratefully said, “Little brother, I owe you big time. The consequences could have been unthinkable otherwise. Can I treat you to dinner?”

Song Yinzhang finally got a taste of this ‘eccentric’ manager that always trailed Qu Feitai in rumors, “As long as Xiao Fei is safely with you, I’m reassured. I have something to do this afternoon, so I’ll be leaving first. Xiao Fei, I’ll be in touch. ”

Song Yinzhang waved his hand, turned around and left.

Huang Chao took a few steps forward, staring longingly as Song Yinzhang disappeared into the elevator.

“Your childhood friend… not bad looking. Would he be interested in joining the entertainment world? We don’t have this type of scholar-idol yet.” Huang Chao pondered, stroking his chin.

Qu Feitai, not bothering to move, walked straight into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Huang Chao was left standing there, nearly rubbing his nose in the dust.

The first thing Qu Feitai did when he came back from outside was to have a bath. He was about to take off his T-shirt when he paused.

A faint, cold fragrance hanged on his clothes, like a woman was by his side, emanating a dark, floating sweetness.

An image flashed in his mind. Qu Feitai shook his head and turned on the shower, the cold water hitting his head trying to wash away the images in his head.

However, no matter how cold the water was, those images and sounds seemed to have taken root, stubbornly refusing to leave. Strangely enough, it was like there was a kitten in the depths of his heart. Its tiny paws occasionally scratching, and each time he scolded, the kitten would timidly withdraw, only to cheekily wander out again soon after.

Qu Feitai, feeling irritated, shook his head, turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a bathrobe and stepped out.

His phone rang with a message notification. Qu Feitai walked over, picked up the phone, and took a glance.

The stage director for the Jiangzhou concert had sent him a special effects visualization. Qu Feitai was about to open it, but suddenly an ad popped up.

Current news apps send notifications in real time, and the push advertising was mostly local Jiangzhou stuff.

— Unveiling the Lady of the Zhu Household’s Rise to Prominence: From Nun to Business Celebrity!

Qu Feitai’s pupils constricted suddenly. He was never bothered by these messy ads, but this time, as if possessed, he opened the article, even ignoring the stage design that he cared about most.

Qu Feitai realized this but couldn’t control his hand. His mind and actions seemed to have split.

This entertainment account, known as Jiangzhou Gossip, provided an insightful analysis of the recent personality, Zhu Mingjing. It started with her upbringing, no longer a secret in Jiangzhou as her fame grew, and her past was dug up more and more.

This reporter must have been following Zhu Mingjing for a long time, knowing her well. The reporter started from her return to Jiangzhou three months ago. The tone was like a storytelling session, mixing all kinds of elements such as the true and false heiress, party set-ups, genius top student, esoteric master, business maverick, etc., more dramatic and cliche than primetime soap opera, addictive reading. From a humble nun to Jiangzhou’s personality, it was truly a blood boiling counterattack, and all of this happened in just over three months.

Born amidst wealth but ended up living in the countryside for years. Living a life of pure simplicity in the Buddhist Nunnery, and upon her return, she not only excelled scholastically but also in Buddhist teachings. When the Zhu Group was in trouble, despite being the heiress and not having enjoyed much wealth, she took all responsibility upon herself.

At a crucial moment, she managed to turn the tide. Walking alongside the famous Shen Zhou, she was neither humble nor arrogant, showing the demeanor of a great leader at a young age.

She had a celestial beauty, a heart filled with compassion. Such a person, only sixteen years old, was not subjected to the world’s sympathy, but its admiration.

The article of more than three thousand words subtly stoked the reader’s emotions. Qu Feitai finished reading it, spending a full half hour to fully understand it.

It was difficult to believe that all these halos belonged to a sixteen-year-old girl.

What had she been through?

From the moment he opened the car door for her until he finally left the car, she had not looked at him once. To her, this heartthrob adored by millions of fans was less than air.

For the first time in his life, Qu Feitai felt the taste of being ignored.

He had always been proud. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention. Handsome, with a good family background, talented, and any song written casually would become popular….