萌白酱金丝旗袍在线

Chapter 323: 147 Leading the Snake (First Watch)

After washing up and heading downstairs, one of the staff on duty looked up and was surprised to see Ming Jing: “Why… are you up so early? Why not get more sleep?”

Last night everyone partied until midnight, but Ming Jing went to bed early. Nobody dared to disturb her as she did the most work yesterday and must have been exhausted.

The staff member glanced at their watch: 5:05 am. It was way too early. Xiao Wenwen wouldn’t get up unless she slept until 8 or 9 0’clock.

Ming Jing picked up an umbrella from the corner, opened it, and stepped into the rain. Her ethereal voice was wrapped in the misty rain and drifted into the listener’s ears.

“I’m going for a walk.’

Ming Jing’s photographer was fast asleep, but Lu Xinyu woke him up, “Hurry,

Ming Jing is going out.”

The photographer looked bewildered: “It’s not even light yet; what’s she doing going out?”

Lu Xinyu replied with some impatience: “How would I know? She won’t let us sleep; what a nuisance.”

The photographer quickly put on a raincoat, picked up his camera, and rushed out. Lu Xinyu hesitated but eventually lay back down in his sleeping bag. It was still quite early, better to sleep a bit more.

As the staff member was turning away, they saw Qu Feitai come out: “Mr… Mr.

Qu? Why are you up too?”

“Did Ming Jing go out?” Qu Feitai asked.

The other person nodded dumbly.

Without another word, Qu Feitai grabbed an umbrella and hurried out after her.

By the time Qu Feitai’s photographer was woken up, his subject was long gone in the vast mountains.

Nobody could sleep any longer. The director was also called on short notice, and upon hearing that Qu Feitai had gone after Ming Jing, he instructed: “Call Yan Xu, don’t let him miss out. This is a golden opportunity.”

Yan Xu was Ming Jing’s photographer, and he was the only one who had followed her.

Mountain rain was misty, and morning fog lingered.

A young girl in white stepped into the rain under an umbrella, her figure obscured by the mist, like a character in a painting.

Yan Xu followed at a discreet distance, no special effects needed, she was a fairy indeed.

Ming Jing turned around after two steps, her face more beautiful than the distant mountains, her eyes more profound than misty rain, among the countless colors of the world, only this moon-white was unique.

“You can go back; I’ll walk alone.”

Yan Xu hesitated before replying: “No, that’s not possible. It’s raining, and it’s too dangerous for you to be alone…”

“I’ll accompany her; you can go back.” Yan Xu turned around and saw a tall young man walking towards them under an umbrella. Amidst the rain, his features were like that of a celestial being.

Qu Feitai!

Yan Xu thought to himself that this was the golden opportunity; he couldn’t leave… the show’s ratings depended on them.

The handsome young man’s eyebrows were sharp, his eyes cold as stars. With a casual glance, Yan Xu felt a chill run down his spine.

“But with the rain and the mountains, if anything happens to you two, the show’s crew can’t bear the responsibility…”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Seeing Qu Feitai’s strong stance, Yan Xu reluctantly chose to give up on the ratings over offending him. He turned around and left with his camera.

Waiting for him to be far away, Qu Feitai walked up to Ming Jing, and they walked side by side.

“If I grow old and build a hut in the mountains, raise a few chickens and ducks, and play music in my leisure time, with a loved one by my side, wouldn’t life be wonderful?” Qu Feitai gazed at the distant peaks, his face full of longing. “Can you give up fame and fortune and be content with a simple life?”

Qu Feitai smiled and shook his head: “It seems you still don’t understand me; fame and fortune come and go, and happiness is the most important thing in life. If I can be with someone I love, even in hell, it would be like heaven.”

The young man’s gaze was bright and determined; it was hard for any woman to resist such an all-encompassing figure.

Ming Jing looked at the vast mountains in the distance and said softly: “I wish your dreams come true.” Qu Feitai smiled at her.

Only you are in my dreams.

For a moment, words were left unspoken as they strolled leisurely along the path.

After the rain in the empty mountains, the weather turned cool and autumnal.

Compared with the heat of the previous day, today’s temperature had dropped, and the wind and rain brought a refreshing chill.

Qu Feitai took off his coat and draped it over Ming Jing: “Don’t catch a cold.” “Thank you,” Ming Jing replied, even though she wasn’t cold.

Qu Feitai accompanied her on the walk, listening to the babbling stream, the misty mountain rain, and the wind passing by their ears..