Chapter 493: 230 Fingertip (14)
âMiss Zhu, thank you for saving my life today. I donât know how to express my gratitude, and Iâll never be able to repay you. If I could, I would do so in the next life too.â
As soon as the girl came out, she knelt in front of Ming Jing.
She had already learned from Xie Zhen that the girl who saved her tonight was the renowned Ming Jing.
Rumors about her compassionate nature and her being the embodiment of a Bodhisattva were true.
In the night breeze, her white skirt fluttered, and her silver lotus looked pure and holy, highlighting the girlâs otherworldly elegance.
Ming Jing bent down and helped her up, âYou should thank your own courage.â
Only because she had the courage to open the door could people outside see her.
The girl looked at the young woman in front of her with great emotion, and a tear formed in the corner of her eye.
âMy name is Lan Huixin, Iâm 20 years old and a sophomore at the Film Academy. After a family tragedy, I wanted to earn money to support my family. A classmate introduced me to an audition, but it turned out to be a trap that brought me here...â
Thinking about that scene, the girlâs face turned pale and humiliated. âIf it werenât for you, I... I wouldnât have the face to live.â
âWhatâs his name?â Ming Jing asked.
Lan Huixin realized who Ming Jing was referring to and said angrily, âHis name is Cheng Peng, the president of Xinghui Entertainment. Xinghui has produced many popular celebrities and has strong financial backing, giving them significant influence in the entertainment industry. Many artists dare not offend him, which is why heâs so brazen. Heaven knows how many disgusting things heâs done behind the scenes.â
Ming Jing furrowed her brows, âLiang Xiaohong...â
âLiang Xiaohong is Xinghui Entertainmentâs gold medal agent! Do you know her too? Sheâs no different from Cheng Peng. Iâve heard about their deeds from friends in the industry. Liang Xiaohong specializes in luring young girls and offering them to others to gain favors and benefits in return. I didnât believe it before, but now I realize I was too naive.â
Ming Jing curled her lips, it seemed like things had come full circle.
âThis issue cannot be simply brushed aside, or more girls like you will be hurt.â The young girlâs cold voice was filled with unwavering determination.
Lan Huixinâs eyes filled with tears, âYouâre right. The girls who were hurt before werenât as lucky as me to meet you. But doing this might offend the powerful backing they have. It could be very difficult and cause trouble for you.â
âI only hope that women in this world will no longer be oppressed and persecuted.â Ming Jing murmured.
Lan Huixin looked at her in a daze, âIâve never met anyone as good as you...â
Ming Jing shook her head with a smile, âYou can try to contact the classmate who introduced you to the audition, and see if you can find any clues.â
Lan Huixin walked to the side with her phone to make a call, while Ming Jing thought for a moment and dialed Zheng Qingâs number.
âHello, little miss. Itâs been a while you finally remembered meâ
âLiang Xiaohong and Cheng Peng, how is the investigation going?â
âYe Zhen has been following this matter. Hasnât she reported to you? I havenât been able to contact her for several days.â Zheng Qing yawned, âIs Jingzhou fun?â
Bai Ziyan rummaged through the liquor cabinet and made a face of disdain, âI have plenty of time to accompany you, but unfortunately, your eyes are blind to me.â
Ming Jing said, âIf youâre free, I actually have a job for you thatâs quite suitable.â
Bai Ziyanâs eyes lit up, âTell me quickly. Iâve been growing restless lately.â
Ten minutes later, Bai Ziyan left the hotel in high spirits.
Before going to bed, Ming Jing received a call from Zhu Xiangxiang.
This was the first time Zhu Xiangxiang had contacted her since the incident at Yunmeng Villa.
The conversation began with reminiscing about the past and then shifted to Zhu Xiangxiangâs current participation in a talent show in Jingzhou. With no friends or connections there, Zhu Xiangxiang wanted to see Ming Jing and tell her a secret about her origin.
Zhu Xiangxiang was confident this last point would capture Ming Jingâs interest, and indeed it did.
âIâll see you at Huangguan Club tomorrow night at eight.â Zhu Xiangxiang hung up the phone, her mouth curving smugly.
Ming Jing couldnât help but smile, wondering why it had to be Huangguan Club again.
âXiao Fei, come out for a drink.â Bai Ziyan roamed around the streets late at night, taking in the cool air.
Qu Feitai, immersed in his songwriting, had no interest in joining him; âGet lost, donât disturb my creative process.â
Not long after, âBang bang bang.â The sound of knocking was deafening.
Qu Feitai took a deep breath. If he didnât open the door, the knocking would continue. âThud thud thudâ in an unending loop that irritated him beyond measure.
Qu Feitai angrily opened the door, and Bai Ziyan, carrying a crate of beer, walked in. âLetâs see what our talented singer Qu is working on at home!â
âBai Ziyan, what are you up to?â Qu Feitai looked at the empty cans near the door helplessly.
Bai Ziyan pointed at him, âHmph... This face of yours has deceived thousands of girls. Iâm going to tell your fans that you and I are engaged from birth and that in this life, youâll never... escape from the palm of my hand.â
Qu Feitai held back his anger: âYouâre drunk.â
âDrunk, my ass! Qu Feitai, I ask you, do you like Ming Jing?â Bai Ziyan held Qu Feitaiâs face in both hands, asking with a smile.
Qu Feitai shook off his hands in disgust: âBai Ziyan, wake up.â
âHaha, you admit it, you like Ming Jing. I shouldâve known sooner...â Bai Ziyan lay down on the sofa, mumbling to himself and slipping into a deep slumber.
Qu Feitai clenched and then released his fist, reminding himself not to argue with a fool.
Disgustedly, he removed Bai Ziyanâs shoes, covered him with a blanket, and kicked him: âGet the hell out of here tomorrow morning, or Iâll call your brother.â
In response, thunderous snoring from the young man kept Qu Feitai awake all night.