From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 320: 145 Cultivation (Part 1)_3

The director’s eyes rolled: “Is her ramen really that delicious? To be honest, I’m from the north, and I can’t stand eating rice every day. My mouth is getting bland. ”

Zou Jingyu smacked his lips, a look of endless aftertaste on his face: “Delicious, it tastes very unique, no one in the world can make the same taste except her.”

“Really? I read in her file that she’s only 16 years old, and she doesn’t seem like she’s had a hard time growing up. I can’t see through her. Once it’s broadcast, it’ll definitely be a hit. Let’s not make things difficult for her,” said the director with a worried frown.

Zou Jingyu snorted, “Is this difficult? It’s clearly an opportunity for her to perform.”

“Yes, yes, you have a big heart. But what about Xiao Wenwen? She’s someone the investors want to promote. Remind her not to go too far. If she gets scolded and the advertisers withdraw their sponsorship, what are we going to do?” the director said with a bitter face.

To be fair, Ming Jing has already captured everyone’s hearts now. As for the lazy Xiao Wenwen, she can go wherever it’s cool. But who can compare with her connections? When the editing is done, there will be nothing but negative points everywhere, and the advertisers will pressure the show to cut Ming Jing out. What’s left to watch? Qu Feitai is following Ming Jing all the way, are we supposed to watch Xiao Wenwen creatively laze around?

“Who will have more connections is not settled yet. Let’s wait and see,” Zou Jingyu said with a grin.

The director’s eyes lit up: “Did Sister Yun tell you something?”

“Get back to work, I’m going for a walk in the field.” Zou Jingyu walked away with his hands behind his back.

The director pondered for a moment, thinking that the newcomer was not simple either. After all, it’s impossible for anyone to fit into Qu Feitai’s schedule this time without strong connections and skills.

After a short rest, Ming Jing pulled out a book from the lining of her suitcase, sat down cross-legged on the bed, and read it.

Xiao Wenwen pushed the door open, but Ming Jing didn’t look up, lost in her thoughts among the pages of the book.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at her, rolled her eyes behind the camera, and thought: what is she trying to show off?

She lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost in the blink of an eye.

Time passed silently, and Ming Jing closed her book and went downstairs.

Ms. Zhao was rubbing her waist downstairs, her face strained as she walked in from outside.

Ming Jing asked, “Ms. Zhao, what’s wrong?”

Zhao Xinrong said with a bitter face, “My waist, it’s an old problem. It torments me from time to time. When it’s about to rain, it hurts even more. It’s more accurate than a weather forecast. I think it’ll rain in the next few days.”

Ming Jing helped her sit down on a chair, and rubbing her lower back, Zhao Xinrong cried out in pain, “Ouch!.”

“How about here?”

“Even more painful…” Zhao Xinrong gasped for air.

Ming Jing whispered, “Ms. Zhao, did you have a lumbar sprain in your early years that you didn’t get treated in time, leaving some sequelae?” Zhao Xinrong was surprised, “How did you know?”

Recalling Ming Jing’s words in the kitchen at noon, she thought, “Did you notice it earlier?”

Ming Jing said, “Ms. Zhao, you walk with your weight shifted to the left side to reduce the pain in your right lumbar sacral area, right?”

Zhao Xinrong looked at her and exclaimed, “You’re really a gentle and careful girl. Your parents must be very outstanding to have raised such an outstanding daughter like you.”

Ming Jing smiled, “Ms. Zhao, you’re too kind. If you don’t mind, I can give you a massage to temporarily alleviate your pain.”

After nearly a day of contact, Zhao Xinrong didn’t think Ming Jing was making an idle promise, so she quickly said, “Do it quickly, please. I can’t bear the pain any longer.”

Ming Jing washed her hands and instructed Zhao Xinrong to lie face down on a

cushion. She first massaged to relax the muscles and activate the blood circulation, which made Zhao Xinrong sigh in comfort.

“The next part may hurt a bit, so please bear with it, Ms. Zhao.”

As the last word fell, Ming Jing pressed her fingers onto acupuncture points such as the yu-kidney, yang-guan, and wei-zhong one by one, then kneaded and rolled them. Zhao Xinrong screamed loudly like a pig being slaughtered, waking up Xiao Wenwen who had been asleep. She ran out barefoot, ‘What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

Han Ying and Qu Feitai came out of their room, too.

Ming Jing withdrew her hands and said indifferently, “Ms. Zhao, lie on your side for a while. It’s a pity that I didn’t bring my needle bag with me on this trip. If I could use acupuncture and moxibustion, the effect would be twice the result with half the effort.”

Zhao Xinrong let out a long, turbid breath, “It’s so comfortable…it’s more comfortable than massages I got from professional therapists. Where did you learn this skill, and can you teach me?”

“Ming Jing…you…you can massage…where did you learn this improper skill? What if you hurt Ms. Zhao accidentally? Can you afford it?” Xiao Wenwen rushed down from upstairs, looking at Ming Jing with disdain.

Zhao Xinrong pulled her back, “What nonsense are you talking about? I feel much better after Ming Jing massaged me.”

“Huangdi Neijing says, when meridians are not smooth, ailments arise from a lack of benevolence. They can be treated with massage using specific techniques and force rooted in organs and meridians to achieve the effects of getting the meridians unclogged and relieving pain. It has been praised as the great medical skill of the ancients throughout history. In your words, it is improper. I can forgive your ignorance but please don’t make baseless claims.” Without giving her a glance, Ming Jing turned around and walked away.

Xiao Wenwen was left standing there with her face turning from green to white.

Zhao Xinrong got up, swayed to the left and right, and said happily, “It’s so amazing. I feel much better after Ming Jing’s massage.”

Glaring at Xiao Wenwen, she said unhappily, “Wenwen, how could you say that about Ming Jing? Go and apologize to her.”

Xiao Wenwen’s eyes widened in shock, “Apologize to her?”

“Or what?” Han Ying crossed her arms and walked downstairs, “Rambling on like that only shows your stupidity and ignorance. Ming Jing has given you enough face already. Go now.”

Xiao Wenwen didn’t expect Han Ying to be so harsh in front of the cameras. She looked at Qu Feitai, who wore a cold expression with his brows furrowed tightly.

Xiao Wenwen understood that Qu Feitai was thinking the same way.

Pouting in grievance, Xiao Wenwen felt that Ming Jing had captured everyone’s hearts soon after her arrival, and now she had become the target of everyone. It wasn’t fair..