From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 302: 139 Ye Zhen (First Watch)

Zheng Qing’s persistence was formidable, incessantly nagging from dawn till dusk. Ming Jing’s ear felt like it was about to develop calluses from the nagging.

Ming Jing closed the calculus book that she was halfway through and looked up at her, “I don’t want to be a celebrity. Moreover, I have to join the training program on the 10th to prepare for the Winter Camp.”

“My dear, we’re not asking you to become a celebrity, it’s just a lifestyle variety show. We’ll make an appearance, eat and drink a bit, and make some money. It won’t take more than two days and it won’t interfere with your training.

Moreover, the filming location is in a small village under the jurisdiction of

Jiangzhou, which is very convenient.”

“The newcomers nowadays are a bunch of misfits, far from meeting my standards. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked you, the big boss, to step in personally. Ming Jing, it was not easy for me to get this opportunity. The survival of our company depends on you. Do you really want to see it go under?” Zheng Qing said pitifully.

Indeed, as an actress, her acting skills were impressive.

Ming Jing shook her head as always, “No.”

Zheng Qing sat down on the floor and began to wail, “If A Yu is looking down from heaven, please look at how your daughter is mistreating me… I can’t go

on any longer.”

Ming Jing was racked with a headache: “Enough.” Zheng Qing stared at her: “Are you going to agree?” Ming Jing sighed: “Is there no other way?”

“If there were, I wouldn’t have approached you, my dear.”

Ming Jing frowned: “But I don’t like to live under the spotlight.”

“I understand your low-key nature and dislike for the flashy entertainment industry. But consider it from a different angle. Those in Buddhism favor peace, yet there’s an old saying ‘True mastery is most potent in the midst of the mundane.’ The more chaotic the entertainment industry is, the more conducive it is to your practice. If you can hold onto your principle even in the entertainment industry, you’re not far from becoming a Buddha. Isn’t that the logic? Trust me, I scrabbled my way up in this industry.” Zheng Qing tried to persuade gently.

Ming Jing paused for a moment, glanced at her, and muttered: “True mastery is most potent in the midst of the mundane…” She suddenly chuckled: “That’s interesting.”

Zheng Qing’s eyes lit up: “So you’re agreeing?”

“Life is full of opportunities to practice, I was being narrow-minded.” Ming Jing gave a faint smile.

Zheng Qing shivered suddenly: “Terrifying!” She instinctively stayed a yard away from Ming Jing.

“Alright, we’ve agreed. I’ll contact the producer to arrange the time.” Zheng Qing picked up her phone and moved aside to make a call.

Ming Jing thought for a moment, picked up her book and started reading again.

After making the call, Zheng Qing came back and saw Ming Jing reading the book attentively. The words she was about to say were swallowed back.

She didn’t know whether her actions were beneficial or harmful to Ming Jing, but she knew that if Ming Jing didn’t want to, nobody could force her.

“The schedule is fixed, we’re leaving the day after tomorrow.”

As though struck by a thought, Zheng Qing grinned mischievously: “According to the producer, the crew is also trying to get Qu Feitai. If they manage, you guys will meet again on the show. What a coincidence that would be, it seems even the heavens are helping you.”

Ming Jing turned a page, nonchalantly saying: “Do you have a lot of free time?”

Zheng Qing chuckled, “Busy, very busy.” She slipped out of the window after speaking, disappearing into the night.

The night wind blew through the white curtains, bringing a whiff of cool air.

After a long while, Ming Jing closed her book and walked to the French window.

The ancient Buddhist beads gently slipped through her pale fingertips, making a slight sound in the serene room.

The room suddenly went silent, creating a tense atmosphere.

“So that’s how it is.”

Ming Jing suddenly started laughing. The bright moon cut through the clouds, inundating the earth with its delicate radiance once more.

After changing her outfit, Ming Jing headed downstairs.

When Madam Zhou turned off the kitchen light and came out, she saw Ming Jing descending the stairs, her ankle-length white dress making her look particularly tender under the light. She was holding a string of Buddhist beads and walked with such poise and elegance she seemed to leave lotus flowers in her wake.

“Miss? It’s quite late, are you going out?”

Ming Jing gave a light smile: “I have some errands to run.”

Madam Zhou glanced at the darkness outside: “It’s almost ten… Be back early

Miss, I’ll ask Uncle Wen to wait up for you.” “Mhm, you should rest early, Madam Zhou.”

Madam Zhou shook her head, knowing it was best not to pry into the young miss’s affairs..