From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 778: 393 Evil

An invisible oppressive force rushed towards them, almost suffocating.

That delicate white embroidered shoe was like a steel needle, piercing his bone marrow, grinding it ferociously. This kind of pain had reached the limit of the human body.

The man’s face was distorted and vicious, and his forehead was covered in fine cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He no longer had the energy to think about anything else. The more beautiful the face in front of him, the more terrifying her soul.

“I… will… talk…” The man forced out two words through gritted teeth.

The young girl withdrew her foot.

The man coughed, about to speak when the sound of sirens rang out, followed by a group of police officers flooding in.

The man’s face changed, and he suddenly shouted, “Murder, someone is murdering me! Help me, police…!”

Ming Jing’s eyes were cold, sweeping across the man’s face, but the man seemed to be emboldened, grinning at her.

His stare seemed to say, “Go ahead and kill me in front of the police if you dare.”

Li Ling rushed over, frowning, “What happened?”

He and his team were having a meal nearby when they received a report of a murder at this location, so they hurried over.

He was a police officer, a detective by trade, and observation was his forte. He recognized Qu Feitai at a glance, even though he was covered up.

Why was the famous celebrity at a night market stall?

Qu Feitai said in a deep voice, “Brother Li, someone attacked Ming Jing.”

Li Ling’s frown deepened even more.

Ming Jing’s status was far from simple, and an attack on her could only have a more complicated background.

Qu Feitai quickly walked over to Ming Jing, took her hand, and backed away a step.

Inches of streetlight from the night market brushed her skirt, and the ferocity in the girl’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a faint hazy color.

Her hand was cold, so cold, like ice.

No matter how reluctant, Qu Feitai had to let go.

He removed his coat and draped it over Ming Jing’s shoulders, then picked her up by the waist.

As her body was lifted into the air, Ming Jing instinctively grasped his arm, raising her head to look at him.

Qu Feitai’s eyes were cold, his thin lips tightly pressed, his profile strong and determined, like a celestial being in the night.

“I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said coldly.

When the man tried to flee, Li Ling grabbed the back of his collar and pinned him to the ground, handcuffing his wrists in the next instant.

“Stay put.”

“Xin’er, are you okay?” Zhou Zhengru took off his coat, draped it over Ming Xin, and looked at her anxiously.

Ming Xin shook her head, and subconsciously followed Qu Feitai.

“Junior, does your leg hurt?” Her eyes were filled with tears, red and swollen.

It was boiling oil, how could it not hurt? She was in a daze, asking such meaningless questions.

Ming Jing was a little tired and leaned into Qu Feitai’s arms, closing her eyes gently.

Qu Feitai’s body stiffened for a moment as he paused in his step.

The hand around Ming Jing’s waist tightened a little.

In the depths of his dark eyes, there seemed to be tiny stars gently rippling.

The next moment, he strode forward with determination, leaving without looking back.

The live stream of the internet celebrity eating show was going crazy.

Most of the viewers had rushed here after hearing the news. Not long ago, they had witnessed the live broadcast of the Fashion Gala and heard that Ming Jing had been attacked at a night market stall, drawing a large number of fans.

What they saw was this scene.

A young man descending from the sky, kicking away the knife-wielding thug. Ignoring how cool that kick was, the way he draped his coat over Ming Jing and picked her up was more idol-like than any idol drama.

One was a highly sought-after celebrity and a top singer in the music industry. His every move affected the hearts of millions of fans.

The other was an incredibly beautiful woman, the wealthy heiress of a lofty family. Her every frown and smile captivated the world.

At the Fashion Gala tonight, the two had no interaction at all, disappointing countless fans who longed for their union.

However, they unexpectedly saw all this in the live stream of an internet celebrity eating show.

In an instant, the whole world was filled with pink bubbles. The spirit of fandom was awakened, and the entire internet went crazy.

“The domineering CEO and his gentle wife. I love them; they make the perfect couple…”

“Xiao Fei is so cool. He’s the only man in the world I feel is worthy of my goddess. It’s an injustice if they don’t end up together. How good-looking must their children be?”

“Ming Jing’s leg is injured. I’m so worried. That’s hot oil.”

“Why does Ming Jing always encounter bad things? It wasn’t that long ago when she had that incident at the press conference. Allow me to apply conspiracy theory. Could this have been intentional? I heard that Ran Bowen has many enemies. Could they be madly targeting Ming Jing for revenge?”