YM778.TV Chapter 178 - 178: 086_5
Chapter 178 - 178: 086_5
“She seems to be everywhere, but is it genuine compassion or a hidden agenda?” Ran Tengxiao played with a deck of cards, his eyebrows shaded with doubt.
Ye Jian laughed, “This Miss Zhu grew up on Baitou Mountain and became a nun, truly without desire and aspirations. It’s rumored that she’s incredibly beautiful and extremely intelligent. She has never studied, but she got first in her class on her first exam. I’d really like to meet her.”
Ye Jian had a look of longing.
“When someone appears perfect without any flaws, it indicates that there’s something wrong with that person.”
Ye Jian hesitated, “Why can’t there be perfect people in existence?”
“Because a thousand years ago, the great litterateur Su Dongpo told us a philosophy that humans have sorrows and joys, partings and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. It’s natural in life to pursue but not get what we want, just like when water overflows when it’s full.”
“If this Miss Zhu and Master Zhu aren’t truly saints, then they are the most terrifying demons.”
Without hesitation, Ye Jian replied, “Then she must be a saint.”
Ran Tengxiao curled his lips, “Is that so?”
About half a month had passed since the beginning of the competition class, and time flew by.
Next week, Ren Chuan’s team will participate in the national joint exam. During this period, the number of people in the class had decreased to eighteen.
Under such an intense teaching rhythm, many students couldn’t bear the mental and physical strain. Some students thought about it and decided to opt-out, as their thinking and logic didn’t fit well with high school mathematics.
Those who remained were the best of the best.
Ren Chuan gave the students a few days off to rest, then they would reconvene at Yi High School next Monday for the joint exam.
After school, the students packed their bags and left one by one.
Tang Wan silently followed behind Song Yinzhang, watching Ming Jing and Song Yinzhang walking side by side, her fists clenched in silence.
“Have you heard the recent rumors about Zhu Mingjing in Jiangzhou?” Xie Zhen asked.
Tang Wan pursed her lips, “My grandma talks about it every day. How could I not know?”
The elderly really believed in such things, thinking of her as a Bodhisattva reincarnation.
She had the nerve to ask the Bodhisattva, didn’t she?
“It turns out that what happened to Song’s mother that day wasn’t a coincidence. Now I’m scared to even look into her eyes. She seems so terrifying.” Xie Zhen couldn’t help but shiver.
“It’s just a publicity stunt for fame. Anyone who believes it is a fool.”
“Really? My cousin’s aunt works as a nanny at the Ye’s house. She said that
Madam Ye’s brother dreamt of the truth about his case because of Zhu Mingjing. At the time, Zhu Mingjing gave her a charm she wrote herself, told her to recite it three times before bed, then put it under her pillow. Madam Ye’s brother dreamt about it afterward, and without it, the case would never have had any clues. Now, the Ye family treats her like a deity.”
Tang Wan thought of something and sneered, “She’s managed to earn quite a reputation, but does she know how many people her Zhu Group has ruined?
Can she sleep at night with that knowledge?” Xie Zhen hesitated, ‘What’s wrong with Zhu Group?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
“Miss, Mrs. Gao is outside the door asking to see you.” Uncle Wen came in and said.
Ming Jing was flipping through a book and said without looking up, “No.”
“But Mrs. Gao doesn’t want to leave.”
“Then let her wait.”
“Second Sister, look at these clay figurines I made. This one is Third Sister, this one is Fourth Sister, and this one is Second Sister…
Ming Jing pointed to the ugliest one, “Is this Eldest Sister?”
Ming Yi giggled, “Eldest Sister always scolds me, and she doesn’t look pretty when she’s angry.”
Ming Jing shook her head with a smile and poked Ming Yi’s nose, “Be careful with vour backside if Eldest Sister finds out.’
Ming Yi snuggled into Ming Jing’s arms, “Second Sister won’t tell, and Eldest Sister won’t know.””But Ming Jing, I really miss my eldest sister. When will she come to see us?”
At that moment, an entertainment news segment was playing on the TV. “Famous actress Liang Yanran was found dead in her home. Police’s initial investigations suggest suicide. According to industry insiders, Liang Yanran suffered from severe depression… Liang Yanran’s boyfriend and current movie star, Xue An, made a low-key appearance. Our reporter managed to score an exclusive interview with Xue An, delving deep into unraveling the mystery behind the popular actress’s suicide.”
Ming Jing was momentarily stunned, then suddenly looked up.
On the TV appeared a man who was surrounded by camera flashes and reporters. Despite wearing a baseball cap and a mask, his remarkable good looks were hard to conceal. His weary and sorrowful eyes gazing at the camera were enough to touch anyone’s heart.
“Just last night, we were chatting. She told me that once I returned, we’d go have a Jiujiang feast at Dechang Building and go bungee jumping together. We had so many things planned. Yanran, how could you be so heartless and leave me behind just like that?”
“You always say I don’t care about you, that we’re always apart and each reunion is brief. I feel helpless too. I even decided to take a six-month break from work, so I could be by your side. I planned a proposal and ordered a ring, just waiting for our anniversary to give you a surprise, but what did you let me wait for instead?”
“I’m sorry. Can you come back? I promise never to leave you again.”
The man sobbed with heartbreaking anguish, completely desperate and in pain.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with a mix of indescribable love and pain.
Ming Jing watched silently, her dark eyes swirling like black smoke.
A storm seemed to be brewing, leaving a chilling atmosphere in the room.
Ming Yi suddenly felt cold; she couldn’t help but rub her arms and gave Ming Jing a push as she stared at the TV, seemingly petrified.
“Ming Jing?
The young girl didn’t move, her body rigid.
Ming Yi touched her hand and was startled by the icy coldness, as if touching a corpse.
“Ming Jing, what’s wrong with you?” Ming Yi’s voice carried a crying tone.
Despite the sweltering summer heat, Ming Yi felt as if she were in the chilly depths of winter, trapped in a freezing chamber.
“Holy shit, Liang Yanran is actually dead? That’s unbelievable,” Zheng Qing burst in, staring at the TV in disbelief.
“Depression? Doesn’t seem like it. She was full of sarcastic remarks; if anything, she should have killed others with her speech.” The news was too sudden for Zheng Qing.
“Ming Jing… Don’t scare me,” Ming Yi’s crying voice echoed.
Only then did Zheng Qing notice something was off with Ming Jing; she seemed petrified, utterly silent and terrifying.
Zheng Qing waved a hand in front of Ming Jing’s eyes: “Ming Jing?
Ming Jing’s dark pupils expanded, appearing numb and stiff, a condition usually only seen in the dying.
Zheng Qing felt a sinking feeling in her heart and tightly shook Ming Jing’s body.
“Ming Jing, wake up! Are you going mad?”
Ming Jing’s eyes slowly moved, the fog within dissipating, revealing a mysterious and dangerous aura, akin to a mountain cliff.
She smiled. Zheng Qing, however, involuntarily gasped and let go of her hand.
Ming Jing’s smile was accompanied by a terrifying and eerie gaze, its coldness and cruelty utterly chilling.
As if gazing into the depths of Avici, a ghostly fire flickered.
Pointing at the desperate and pained man on TV, she asked in a calm yet eerie voice, “Who is he?”
Zheng Qing took a long time to calm down, still frightened by Ming Jing’s appearance. Glancing at the TV, she replied, “Xue An. He used to be very popular, but he’s a bit past his prime now. He’s been relying on his girlfriend’s presence in the entertainment industry. Why? Do you know him?”
Ming Jing extended her tongue, seductively licking her lips. The simple motion bore an extreme allure, causing even Zheng Qing, a woman, to lose her composure.
“Debts of the past life, shall be repaid in this one.”
At that moment, a cellphone ringtone broke the silence in the room. Zheng
Qing reminded her, “Your phone is ringing.”
Ming Jing took out her phone and glanced at it, her gaze suddenly sharpening as she answered the call.
Zheng Qing couldn’t tell what the person on the other end was saying, but she noticed Ming Jing’s expression changed drastically, even though she never seemed to lose her composure under any circumstances..