From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 321: 146 Life and Death (Second Update)

Zhao Xinrong, delighted, rubbed his own waist: “It’s really miraculous, it was so painful before, now it feels much better; I wish Ming Jing was my daughter.” “You’re dreaming, how would her parents bear to do that.”

The two of them started boasting here, sitting on the side, Xiao Wenwen’s face was getting greener and greener.

Han Ying and Qu Feitai both chased after them. Han Ying is just a kid, that’s okay, but Qu Feitai, a top figure in the entertainment industry, how could he run after a newcomer, it’s downright hilarious.

Want her to apologize to Ming Jing? Don’t even think about it, even if she’s scolded, she’ll say she’s not in the wrong.

Moreover, let the post-production cut all of Ming Jing’s parts, the audience won’t know.

She is the person the biggest sponsor of the program wants to promote, the program team has no reason not to support her.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wenwen felt relieved.

Ming Jing took Han Ying and Qu Feitai to dig up potatoes in the field, picked eggplants and vegetables, and returned when the sun was about to set.

Qu Feitai operated the stove with familiarity, Han Ying washed the vegetables, and Ming Jing cooked; the three of them worked together excellently, and within a short time, four dishes and one soup were ready.

Everyone sat in front of a table full of delicacies, admiring Ming Jing’s dexterity.

Zou Jingyu said somewhat awkwardly, “Among all the seasons of this show, Ming Jing is the only one who made me feel useless. It seems I am really getting old.”

“The future of the entertainment industry belongs to the young. I can see that Ming Jing is full of spiritual energy. This girl is smart and patient, her future is limitless.” Zhao Xinrong, as an old veteran of the entertainment industry, had never publicly praised anyone so his compliment to Ming Jing was truly heartfelt.

Xiao Wenwen rolled her eyes secretly, what’s interesting about all this boasting?

What’s so good about Zhu Mingjing? Always with that calm and indifferent face, but hiding a deep scheming mind.

If she really were so carefree, why come to the entertainment industry? It’s simply hypocrisy to stick with that character.

“Where is Ming Jing? Quick, call her to eat, she’s worked the hardest.” Zhao Xinrong said.

Qu Feitai lowered his lashes and said softly, “Ming Jing doesn’t eat dinner, let’s

eat. ”

Thinking of something, he glanced at Xiao Wenwen, that look very meaningful.

Xiao Wenwen’s face suddenly turned ugly.

What does Zhao Xinrong’s look mean? Was she being judged for eating too much? Not as disciplined as Ming Jing?

Is this the kind of manners a respected veteran artist should have?

Why can everyone mock her so easily?

“Brother Qu, I haven’t heard Ming Jing say that, when did she tell you? You two have a good relationship? Unfair, Ming Jing also judges people by their appearances, huh….” Han Ying said in a tone of refusal to accept, her light-hearted attitude looked more like jest.

Xiao Wenwen and Zhao Xinrong turned their attention towards Qu Feitai at the same time. Indeed, Qu Feitai had always been unusual to Ming Jing since he entered the show; although he tried hard to hide it, everyone could see for themselves.

Zhao Xinrong was calculating in his heart that after the program was broadcast, it would be explosive, and he could almost smell the tense atmosphere of the upcoming storm.

Zou Jingyu coughed lightly, his gaze imperceptibly brushing past Qu Feitai, and said, “Let’s eat, or else the food will get cold.”

‘Ming Jing, you have mastered the survival law of this program. After the broadcast, you just wait to skyrocket.”

The setting sun went down, its pale golden light spilled over the fields, beautiful like a painting.

Ming Jing and Ye Zhen walked in the fields, with no camera following, the two of them bathed in the golden sunset, feeling the breeze of the mountains, their backs slowly drifting away.

Ye Zhen glanced at the young girl walking beside her, with no joy or sorrow on her face, she shows no ambition for the upcoming fame and fortune.

She really couldn’t see through her anymore, not entering the entertainment circle for fame, then what for?

Ming Jing glanced at the mountain not far away and muttered, “Hanshan

Temple….”

Ye Zhen followed her gaze and looked over, and for some reason, she shivered subconsciously.

“I overheard a few staff members talking, you guys might be going to Hanshan Temple on the mountain on the third day, kind of like a team -building activity. After all, always having you guys stuck in the courtyard cooking is not much fun.” Ye Zhen said.

Ming Jing lowered her gaze and asked, “Is your body still acclimating?