From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables Chapter 234 – 112 Joy (Second Revision)_2

Chapter 234: 112 Joy (Second Revision)_2

“Only sigh how clothes become ever looser, pining for you.”

“Only resent that seeking beauty is like seeking the moon and wind, boundless.”

Qu Feitai suddenly laughed, a low laughter that penetrated the chest cavity and echoed in the night.

Qu Feitai walked out of the emergency department and got into the car on the road.

Ming Jing did not ask a single word about his sudden departure.

On the way to the police station, the atmosphere in the car fell eerily silent.

“Did you receive the concert tickets?” Qu Feitai’s deep voice broke the silence in the car.

Ming Jing was stunned: “Did you send the tickets?”

“Yin Zhang told me, so I sent them directly to you. I’m delighted that you enjoy my concert. ”

Ming Jing didnt clarify his misconception; she only said a simple “thank you.”

“Treat me to dinner,” suggested Qu Feitai.

Ming Jing nodded: “Okay.”

“Two meals.”

Ming Jing agreed by nodding her head.

Ming Jing’s stoic nature would generally bore others, but Qu Feitai found it increasingly interesting.

If one day, there was a spark in her calm face because of him, he would feel no regrets even in death. “I’ll set the time and location.”

“Alright.”

“Give me your phone.”

Ming Jing glanced at him.

Qu Feitai explained: “I’ll save my number in it. How else would I contact you?”

Ming Jing temporarily failed to see any logical relationship between him contacting her and her phone.

This man has helped her tonight. Although Ming Jing didn’t need his help, she was always willing to accommodate well-intentioned people’s harmless requests.

Ming Jing handed him her phone.

The phone wasn’t password protected; Qu Feitai unlocked it with a swipe. The home page was devoid of any extra entertainment apps, reflecting its owner’s generally boring life.

Qu Feitai dialed his own number, and the soft and clear voice of a young man singing unexpectedly rang out from the phone. The melody was magical, and the singing beautiful.

The song was the main track of Qu Feitai’s first album and had always been his ringtone.

Qu Feitai didn’t hang up; the song continued to resonate within the car. Qu Feitai’s lips tugged into a grin, giving Ming Jing a glance. Ming Jing listened attentively, “Is this song written by you?”

Qu Feitai’s eyes crinkled in a smile, “Do you like it?”

Ming Jing nodded, “I like it.”

Qu Feitai, like a student praised by his teacher, beamed with even greater pride.

He stored his number in her contact list, sneakily gave himself a nickname, and looked guilty, as if he had done something wrong.

Ming Jing’s ringtone was system default; in a few quick movements, Qu Feitai changed it to match his.

As he exited the contact list, he noticed something peculiar.

In her contacts, there were only five entries, all numbers without names.

So, he was the sixth.

And his nickname was striking amid the number clusters.

Qu Feitai was pleased with his smirk.

He manipulated Ming Jing’s phone this way and that. She didn’t take a glance or asked anything. Her eyes gently closed as if she has fallen asleep.

Qu Feitai turned to look at her. The girl’s pure white face glowed dimly and brightly in the shadow-filled car, mirroring his heart, sinking one moment, floating the next.

Qu Feitai clutched the phone, her warmth seemingly seeping into him, bit by bit invading his heart.

The fleeting city lights from the window glittered, neon lights blazing. Bits and pieces of the alternating light and shadow fell into his view through the window.

Zhu Ming Jing.

He softly pronounced her name.

Why did even uttering her name give such a secret sense of happiness?

They arrived at the police station. Ming Jing opened her eyes.

Qu Feitai handed the phone back to her. Without asking anything else, she accepted it, pocketed it, got out of the car, and left.

Qu Feitai exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling a profound sense of a long and difficult journey ahead.

When the statement was finished, it was already midnight.

Qu Feitai’s car was driven over by Xu Huan’s colleague, who handed the keys to him.

“Thank you for tonight, you should get some rest.”

Without another glance at him, she got in the car and drove off.

Qu Feitai let out a sigh, at this moment Xu Huan came running: “Did Ms. Zhu leave? I forgot to return Zhu Xiangxiang’s phone to her, I’ll give it to her tomorrow.”

Qu Feitai said, “Give me the phone, I’ll deliver it to her.”

Only when Xu Huan was taking the statement did he realize that he was the famous star Qu Feitai, who recently came to Jiangzhou for a concert. His department has been stressing security and traffic issues almost every day, anticipating a massive turnout on the 29th.

This big star was actually a friend of Ms. Zhu, and it seemed that their relationship was not ordinary at all.

Xu Huan felt a sense of surrealism.

Thinking that since he is a friend of Ms. Zhu, it’s okay to give it to him, he handed the phone, which was in a dust-proof bag, to Qu Feitai.

“Can I trouble you with this, Mr. Qu.”

As Qu Feitai was about to leave, Xu Huan hesitated and said, “Mr. Qu, can I be so bold as to ask you… for an autograph? My sister adores you. If she has your signature, she will surely be over the moon.”

“Sure, thank you Officer Xu for your hard work tonight. However, I hope you can keep my identity a secret.”

Xu Huan immediately assured, “Rest assured, I won’t tell anyone.”

Qu Feitai stepped out of the elevator, Huang Chao immediately opened the door and welcomed him: “Oh thank goodness, Lord Buddha and God bless, you’re finally back safe and sound.” Saying that, he pressed his palms together and began to worship in all directions.

Qu Feitai chuckled, “You’re praying to the wrong deity, God is Christian.”

Huang Chao rolled his eyes at him: “Whether it’s God or Buddha, as long as they can protect you, it’s fine, I’ll offer incense to him every day.”

Qu Feitai took out the room key to open the door. Huang Chao wanted to follow him in: “Let me tell you, the concert is coming soon. Behave yourself these days, don’t race in the middle of the night…”

“Bang.” He was met with a face full of dust.

Huang Chao touched his nose, “This damn kid, his temper’s getting worse.”

Qu Feitai came out after taking a shower, and took advantage of a burst of inspiration to write effortlessly.

He looked at his work with satisfaction.

He picked up his phone and clicked on the most recent missed call. He saved it to his contacts, renamed it and marked it as special care.

He then searched for the WeChat ID using this mobile number.

The profile picture was a handwritten Chinese character

The handwriting was fluid and relaxed. The nickname was her name – Ming Jing.

Simple and clear, which was her style.

The personal bio only contained eight characters – Describing a snow-capped mountain and referring to something far-reaching.

Qu Feitai immediately searched for the origin of these eight Chinese characters, which was from the record of climbing Tai Mountain by Yao Nai of the Qing Dynasty.

A grand and hearty atmosphere emerged spontaneously, which was quite different from her calm and low-key image.

This clearly shows that she’s a woman of depth.

Qu Feitai sent a friend request and anxiously waited.

However, he waited all night and didn’t get approved.

Did he write his verification message too conspicuously? Or did Ming Jing dislike him…

Qu Feitai had never been so restless, staring at the dark ceiling, experiencing the passage of time, feeling sour, excited, and gloomy…

Having his emotions led by others felt terrible, but he didn’t want to change it, he even enjoyed it.

It was torture and enjoyment at the same time.

Just as he was dozing off and his mind was drifting, the WeChat notification suddenly “dinged”.

Qu Feitai immediately woke up, grabbing his phone in a fluster.

She accepted it. Ming Jing accepted his friend request.

The phone screen illuminated the young man’s eyes, brimming with excitement.

However, as soon as he saw the time, he was flabbergasted.

It was 5:05 in the morning.

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Daylight was beginning to break outside the window, and the sun was starting to rise.

The young man threw his phone and rolled back into the blanket, rolling around like a child.

What is a young man?

He has the most secret joy.

And the most fervent love..