From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 238 - : 114 New Songs (Second Watch)

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Walking out of the detention center gate, Ming Jing looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds were densely-packed, like an upside-down pot, which weighed heavily on one’s heart.

Lawyer Wang glanced at Ming Jing and came over to respectfully ask, “Miss, do you want to apply for bail pending trial for Mr. Zhu?”

As long as the company is willing to pay a huge bail bond for him, there is no specific evidence for his case, and he could apply for bail.

“No, he is willing to repent in prison and atone for his sins.”

Lawyer Wang didn’t say more, this young girl was more ruthless than he imagined.

It’s not exactly ruthless either, he couldn’t figure out an appropriate adjective. The young lady was theoretically not at fault, a bad person getting their deserved punishment conforms to the social order.

But she is a daughter.

On the way back, Xu Huan called. Zhou Ling’s case was tricky, with forces interfering and hindering the normal course of procedure. Of course, Xu Huan couldn’t bluntly say this, but everyone knew it in their hearts.

“Ming Jing, it’s hard for us to infiltrate these tangled forces overnight. The only solution is to let Zhou Ling die quietly. Otherwise, she’ll keep biting you like a mad dog.” Zheng Qing sighed; there were still many things in this world that were beyond one’s control.

Ming Jing gazed at the scenery whizzing past as her eyes gradually deepened.

“There’s actually another way, but I guess with your character, you probably won’t accept it.”

Ming Jing curled her lips: “Your provoking tactic is clumsy.”

“Ah, you saw through it. I suspect you installed radar in my brain, otherwise, how would you know what I’m thinking? It’s terrifying.”

“Because you want me to know.”

“Are you a philosopher? Every sentence sounds so profound.”

“There’s an incoming call. We’ll talk later.” Ming Jing hung up Zheng Qing’s call.

“Miss Zhu, hello. I’m Madam Jiang’s assistant Zhou Xue, do you remember

Ming Jing’s eyes flickered, and the smile on her lips deepened.

“Secretary Zhou, hello.”

“Madam has recently acquired an antique flower vase and would like to invite Miss Zhu to appraise it at her residence tomorrow afternoon. Are you available?”

“I’d be honored by Madam’s invitation.”

“Miss Zhu, you are too courteous. We’ll consider it settled then. Tomorrow afternoon at two, Madam will be waiting for you at her home.”

“Ming Jing will definitely keep the appointment.”

After hanging up the phone, Ming Jing furrowed her brows in deep thought.

Madam Jiang’s call came at the perfect time, the feeling of being watched by someone is very uncomfortable.

The 29th was a special day for Jiangzhou.

And it was also a lively day for the entertainment industry.

Media and fans from all over the country flocked to Jiangzhou. Some long-distance fans arrived two days earlier, filling the citys major hotels, while every Internet cafe around the stadium was packed each night.

Qu Feitai was engrossed in the final rehearsal. When he proposed to premiere his new song, the stage director firmly declined— the idea was too crazy. At the last moment, this was a huge challenge for everyone.

“I only need five minutes— no band, no dancers. Just me, a guitar, and a standing microphone. This song is very important to me.”

The young man’s deep voice was resolute, soon drowned out by the backstage noise.

The stage director looked into the boy’s determined eyes, the intense, passionate heat reminding him of his youth, and eventually nodded.

“Only five minutes. The venue’s schedule is tight, no extra second is allowed. I hope this song is worth everyone’s efforts.”

Qu Feitai’s confident smile exclaimed, “Five minutes is enough.”

During the rehearsal, Qu Feitai picked up a guitar and sat in the middle of the stage close to the audience. A standing mic was in front of him.

His fingers plucked the guitar strings, and the crisp sound of strings resonated instantly. The staff gathered to take a peek from backstage.

Most were young people, either fans of Qu Feitai’s songs or admirers of his good looks.At first, they were prejudiced against him, but after working together for so long, his dedication and humility had already earned everyone’s admiration.

Now that they could hear Qu Feitai’s new song, everyone was over the moon.

If not for the non-disclosure agreement they had signed, forbidding them to post on Weibo or share the news with their friends, this news would have already been all over the Internet.

A few girls, either sweet or stunning, walked into the backstage area and stopped in their tracks as they heard the melody.

“Chuchu, Wei Ning, you’re here,” the stage director greeted them, finding them a feast for the eyes, each with their own charm.

These girls were Qu Feitai’s juniors from the same company, the girl group— Superstar.

They were also the special guests for Qu Feitai’s concert tonight.

Who said Qu Feitai’s concerts needed guests? Of course, they didn’t. It was the girl group’s manager who begged them to let them be part of the concert, almost getting them cursed to death by Qu Feitai’s fans for clinging onto him like leeches.

Bai Weining put her index finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh, let’s listen to

Brother Qu’s new song.”

As the accompaniment started, a deep chorus of young voices soared. Even without hearing the lyrics, the upbeat melody was refreshing, giving everyone a sense of spring, with grass growing and birds chirping, cherry blossoms floating about.

As the saying goes, when spring arrives, everything comes back to life, and it’s mating season for animals…

It’s a season that causes hormones to surge in all animals. Humans, as higher animals, are no exception, making it a great time for romance.

“Wow, this melody is so lovely; it makes me want to fall in love…”

“Wuu, my Qu Feitai is truly amazing. Can a mortal really write such a melody? They’ve been saying for years that he’s running out of talent, but he keeps getting better and better. Qu Feitai, forever amazing.”

Excited, the girls backstage huddled together and chatted, their eyes fixed on the figure on the stage.

One could only imagine how crazy the atmosphere would be when this song was performed live tonight.

“But, don’t you think this is quite different from Qu Feitai’s previous style?” one of the girls asked calmly.

“Changing styles is actually a good thing. It proves that our Qu Feitai is versatile, holding his own in any style.”

“Yeah, he can handle jazz, rock, and folk music. Now this sweet, romantic style is very down-to-earth. I really love this style.”

“Why do you think Qu Feitai suddenly changed his style? And to this sweet, romantic style at that?”

Everybody exchanged glances, finally concluding it was a stroke of genius from Qu Feitai, after all, no one could imagine the world of a genius.

“This new song is very surprising, and indeed different from Qu Feitai’s previous style,” Huang Chuchu commented.

Bai Weining smiled, “Yeah, we’ll be able to listen to it tonight. I can’t wait. Who do you think Brother Qu wrote the song for?”

Annie patted Bai Weining’s shoulder, “Could it be for us? Hahaha.” She burst into laughter.

Entertainment Guide is a big Weibo blogger with tens of millions of fans, well-versed in the entertainment industry’s secrets, and always able to get the first-hand scoop, winning the hearts of countless fans.

At twelve thirty, Entertainment Guide posted a photo with the caption: Your brother’s new song is coming, see you tonight!

The photo was treated with an antique black and white filter, showing the back of a young man sitting on the stage. The color, composition, and lighting created a deep sense of loneliness.

—Damn, isn’t that my Qu Feitai? Those broad shoulders and narrow waist, oh those thin clothes can’t hide anything, awsl his waistline is amazing!

—What? Am I the only one who noticed the two words, “new song”? Is it going to be premiered at tonight’s concert? Wuu, the fans there are so lucky. I can only squat and watch the live stream since I didn’t get tickets.

—Countdown to the concert: six hours and fifty-two minutes. This feels like an eternity. I can’t wait to hear the new song, brother.

—According to the crew at the rehearsal, this new song has a new style, beyond everyone’s imagination. In a word, Qu Feitai is amazing.

This comment quickly rose to the top of the comment section, with tens of thousands of replies asking about the new song’s style.

When Qu Feitai’s new song for the concert trended third in just ten minutes, its popularity was astounding.

The concert was garnering attention even before it began, breaking historical records for the online platform’s pre-registration. The previous record was also created by Qu Feitai—only he could break his own record.

Major entertainment forums also began their warm-ups, with celebrity airport fashion shows and selfie marketing all being overshadowed. Marketing at this time would be the most foolish move.

Those who had bought trending hashtags suddenly saw Qu Feitai’s trending topic and realized that tonight was his concert. Regretting their mistake, they urgently contacted their managers to withdraw their trends, unwilling to waste money on failed marketing campaigns.

Going head-to-head with Qu Feitai would only lead to a dead end..

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