From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 477: 223 Paparazzi (Seventh Watch)

Jingzhou is colder than Jiangzhou; the wind in Jiangzhou is gentle and delicate, like a refined young girl.

On the contrary, the wind in Jingzhou is wild and unrestrained, suddenly sweeping across flat grounds, with an imposing momentum.

Stepping out of the airport terminal, Xie Zhen couldn’t help but wrap her coat tighter around her, shivering a little.

“It’s so cold.”

Only Ming Jing seemed unaffected by the cold, wearing a white long skirt and a cream-colored trench coat, tall and elegant, exquisitely beautiful.

Finally stepping on this familiar land once again!

At this moment, a tsunami-like scream sounded from behind them, almost taking off the roof of the airport.

They were all shouting a name, and many people ran past Ming Jing, rushing urgently and fiercely, their excitement almost spilling over.

Qu Feitai!

This was the influence of a top-notch singer and entertainment industry superstar.

Ming Jing furrowed her brows, wasn’t Qu Feitai’s itinerary supposed to be top secret? How could the fans know?

Xie Zhen excitedly said, “It’s Qu Feitai, he’s on the same flight with us.”

As if she had thought of something, she subconsciously looked at Ming Jing; rumors on the internet said that there was something going on between Qu Feitai and Ming Jing. Even though she didn’t spend much time online, she had heard about it.

Song Yinzhang let out a sigh, “Xiao Fei’s itinerary has been leaked, I guess… not good, Ming Jing let’s go.” Song Yinzhang’s face changed, and he turned around to take Ming Jing away, but it was already too late.

A group of gossipy reporters with cameras in hand somehow squeezed through the cracks and surrounded Ming Jing and her company. Someone in the crowd shouted, “Ming Jing is over here…!”

Instantly, the whole airport terminal erupted in chaos.

Xie Zhen was dumbstruck at the sight, never having experienced anything like this before.

Surrounded by a group of gossipy reporters, the young girl didn’t show the slightest panic as she pulled her friend behind her.

These reporters had anticipated the news and had been waiting at Jingzhou airport, determined to make a big story today and not rest until they did so; they wouldn’t easily leave.

More and more people poured towards them, the entire airport terminal seemed split into two whirlpools, one centered around Qu Feitai and the other around Ming Jing.

A thin and monkey-faced reporter asked, “Ms. Ming Jing, you and Qu Feitai took the same flight back to Jingzhou, this can’t just be a coincidence, are you two already together?”

“The rumors say that Qu Feitai dropped everything, even a half-filmed show, to return to Jiangzhou for you. Have you two been together all this time?”

“How far along are you two?”

Reporters’ questions rained down on them like a hail of bullets, overwhelming and relentless. Song Yinzhang and Zhao Heng blocked Ming Jing’s front, “Please step back, we are not taking interviews.”

Ming Jing calmly said, “You all should leave.”

Song Yinzhang looked back at her; Ming Jing’s gaze was gentle and calm, as if nothing could ever bring her down.

Song Yinzhang pursed his lips, and he and Zhao Heng stepped back a little, standing on either side of Ming Jing.

Ming Jing looked at the reporters and the encroaching crowd, her gaze landing on the first man who spoke. The man involuntarily shuddered under her calm, gentle stare.

“You, the reporter, your question is logically flawed. By your logic, isn’t it also not a coincidence for the other passengers who took the same flight as me? Please don’t spread baseless rumors.”

Ming Jing then looked at the second person who spoke, “You also mentioned rumors. Did you see it with your own eyes? Is there any evidence? In the eyes of the law, slander and defamation are the same crime.”

“How far along are we? Your phrasing is interesting. Qu Feitai and I have been friends all along – past, present, and future. What you fabricate based on this, it’s none of my business. But if it affects me and my friend’s life, then I’m sorry.”

The young girl spoke gently, slowly, and calmly, her voice an exquisite pleasure to the listeners’ ears. Particularly with that last sentence, she seemed to be smiling, but it sent a chill down the spines of those who heard it.

Ming Jing’s words were clear, reasonable, and justified, leaving her opponents speechless and in no position to argue.

The reporters were about to ask more questions but were quickly pulled back by their colleagues.

They whispered a reminder, “She’s Shen Zhou’s sister, you know how powerful Shenzhou Group’s legal team is; there’s no need for me to remind you. The information we have today is enough, don’t offend people.”

The other person could only back down.

The crowd parted, creating a pathway, and Qu Feitai stood in the center, gazing over.

Across a sea of heads, Ming Jing saw the guilt in the young man’s eyes.