From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 258: 123 Rainy Night (First Watch)_3

Shen Zhou glanced at her and chuckled, “We’re already soaked. Running won’t help; it will only make us look more pathetic. A walk in the rain can actually be quite picturesque.”

In the blink of an eye, both of them were drenched, but there was no hint of discomfort. They looked at each other in the rain and shared a smile.

Watching them, Shen Ke couldn’t help but think that they’d gone mad.

“Only when the heart is burdened by rain do we need an umbrella,” Ming Jing spoke lightly. Rainwater splashed onto her white, damp clothing, making her slender silhouette seem particularly isolated in the dark curtain of rain—a reticent saint.

Shen Ke was taken aback, “Lesson learned, Master.” He gave up running, having already soaked himself. Running or not made no difference now.

His mood relaxed, creating a unique atmosphere, even making the somber night seem charming.

Du Ze came running with an umbrella, and was surprised to see Ming Jing strolling casually in the rain.

The next second, he held the umbrella over Ming Jing’s head.

Ming Jing and Shen Zhou said their goodbyes, and she got into the car and left.

Shen Zhou watched as the car quickly became a white speck in the curtain of rain, then turned to Shen Ke and said, “Investigate any secret dealings between the Jiade Group and Ran Tengxiao.”

Du Ze turned the heater up to the highest setting and handed a clean towel to Ming Jing.

“Miss, try to dry yourself off to avoid catching a cold,” he said.

Ming Jing took the towel, dabbed at the droplets of water on her wig. She was already soaked through; drying off no longer made a difference.

As the car passed the front plaza of the stadium, it was completely deserted. The rain washed the litter strewn on the ground.

Ming Jing paused, pulled out her phone, and saw a bunch of missed calls and WeChat messages.

Ming Ti, Ming Chen, Zhou Bao, and Lin Qing all had called her, and Tao Xingxing had sent her five videos of the concert.

Ming Jing opened the last video from Tao Xingxing. A clean voice of a boy came from the loudspeakers, transcending the expected screams.

“Like a mirror reflecting Emei’s misty top, full view of green mountains takes brightness back…’

The boy’s gentle voice combined with the beautiful composition of the song touched something in your heart without even realizing it.

“Trees on mountains have branches, who else in the world can match in white clothes…

In the winding interpretation by the boy, it was as if many hidden stories were secretly stored.

Outside the car window, the rain blurred the night and pattered against the window. Occasionally, a few pedestrians without umbrellas scrambled along the roadside.

The boy’s gentle singing quietly resonated within the car, accompanied by the pouring rain outside, adding a bit of romantic tenderness to the night.

On the phone screen, from Tao Xingxing’s view from the audience, the boy on stage was a blurred silhouette over the crowd.

Ming Jing could nearly imagine the intoxicating sentiment visible on the handsome face of the boy as he sang and played.

Ming Jing clicked on the first video. Piercing screams blared out, startling Du Ze, who was gripping his steering wheel. He glanced back at the rearview mirror instinctively.

He had forgotten that Qu Feitai’s concert in Jiangzhou was tonight.

He never thought the usually calm and reticent miss would be interested in concerts.

Ming Jing turned down the volume and watched each video very seriously.

From the first to the fifth video. Ming Jing had to admit that this boy, Qu Feitai, was incredibly charismatic on stage, which is why so many people loved him without hesitation.

The rain continued pouring relentlessly, as if a hole in the heavens was bucketing down.

A black Toyota sped through the heavy rain, splashing droplets everywhere.

With his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, the boy watched the windshield wipers move left and right. But the rain fell too fast for them to keep up. The new onslaught of the rainstorm made it difficult to see the road ahead.

Qu Feitai had to stay highly alert to drive normally. Luckily, due to the heavy rain, the road was mostly clear.

She didn’t come…

An unexpected blur caught Qu Feitai’s eye. Startled, he stepped on the gas and sped up.

With a loud bang, he rear-ended the car in front of him.

It happened at a traffic light intersection, and there were only these two cars around.

Qu Feitai’s head was spinning, but he quickly composed himself and dialed Huang Chao’s number first.

Hearing Qu Feitai had caused a rear-end collision, Huang Chao shrieked so loudly over the phone it was like slaughtering a pig.

“My dear God, can you cause me less trouble? Rear-end collision? Why don’t you chase the sun while you’re at it? Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Huang Chao hopped up and quickly instructed, “Stay put, don’t leave the car, and don’t let anyone see your face or recognize your identity. Otherwise, you will be on the legal headlines tomorrow. Whether it’s your fault or not, those unscrupulous reporters will tear you apart, and even the most capable PR team in the company will have a hard time quelling such a scandal…”

At this point, the rain seemed to have lessened slightly. Qu Feitai saw a man with an umbrella approaching him and tapping on the driver’s side window. Qu Feitai put on his mask, pulled down his hat brim, and rolled down the window.

“Sir, you rear-ended us. It’s entirely your fault,” the man said.

Qu Feitai nodded, with a low voice, “I know.”

He handed the man a piece of paper, “I have a pressing matter to attend to. This is my phone number. Contact me about anything. I will take full responsibility.”

The man took the note, “I’m sorry. Our Miss doesn’t need your money, but your driving was reckless in the heavy rain, posing danger to both yourself and others. Our Miss is generous enough to let this go just this once. Don’t let it happen again. You’re endangering lives and accruing karma.”

Qu Feitai was stunned. He suddenly looked up at the young man standing under the umbrella outside the car. He felt the voice was familiar.

Qu Feitai started the car and suddenly backed up.

Du Ze paused, almost laughing. Good job, our Miss was kind enough to let you off the hook and you didn’t even thank her and tried to sneak away.

Qu Feitai halted the car, rolled up his sleeve to wipe the windshield, and was finally able to see the model and license plate of the other car.

His heart skipped a beat.

Du Ze saw the stranger suddenly open the door and, wearing mysterious attire of all black with a duckbill cap and a mask, braved the rain and walked towards the rear car door as if to open it.

Du Ze was alarmed and rushed over, “What are you doing?”