From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 599: 306 Staining the Heart (First Update)



Chapter 599: 306 Staining the Heart (First Update)

“Because a respected elder once liked it, horsemanship was something he taught me. He shared this sentence with me, ‘People live in the world, bound by various dogmas and frameworks, and whether it is the mind or the body, they are imprisoned for a lifetime. They spend their lives searching, struggling, and striving for fame and fortune, seeking nothing but freedom, yet on a horse, you can easily experience the sound of the wind passing by your ears.’

Only when galloping on a horse can one truly experience that fleeting moment of freedom.

The young girl spoke in a particularly gentle voice and expression, the audience immersed in the sound of her voice, not many paying close attention to her words.

As she grew up, what she said ceased to matter.

Appearances became the standard of right and wrong and the basis of values.

Some people noticed that she mentioned an elder, and they couldn’t help but look towards Shen Zhou.

Shen Zhou neither denied nor confirmed, sitting upright, his gaze focused on Ming Jing on stage, his expression solemn.

Ran Tengxiao’s hand suddenly paused as he raised a water glass, the glass dropped heavily, splashing water everywhere.

His dark gaze stared at the gentle and beautiful girl’s face on the computer screen, the whirlpool in his eyes deepening.

Ye Jian, who stood not far away, subconsciously shivered, involuntarily rubbing his arm.

The host quickly reacted, “This elder must be very important to you. However, your excellent horsemanship must also be due to your talent. All we can do is envy you.”

The chief editor in the earpiece reminded her to dig deeper, to find out who this elder really was, but the host dared not push further. She had to choose between her KPI and her life; could she not see how bad Mr. Shen’s expression was?

The host quickly moved on to the next segment, “Ms. Ming Jing has founded the Wishful Thinking Charitable Foundation, which has gained an excellent reputation among the public in just three short months since its establishment, providing aid to countless cancer patients and disabled children. Now the Foundation has new plans, let Ms. Ming Jing personally share the good news with everyone.”

Ming Jing held the microphone and spoke softly, “After deliberations by the Board of Directors, starting today, in partnership with the Wishful Thinking Charitable Foundation, we are founding the Heart Project. With 50% of the horsemanship club’s income, we will devote ourselves to the development of this project, focusing on medical research, supporting national medical research teams and clinical trials, cooperating with various medical schools to establish the Heart Medical Award and scholarships, with the sole purpose of promoting the development of national medical construction and clinical trials. I won’t say those broad and vague academic words here; the only intention of founding this project is to let every patient spend the least amount of money to cure the most difficult diseases.”

Why do people nowadays become impoverished due to illness? Hospitals are not charities. Each piece of medical equipment imported from abroad is exorbitantly expensive, as is the cost of training a good medical student. All of these are added to the cost of being sick, not to mention the imported special drugs. With backward medical conditions, people can only endure passively, and ultimately it is the common people who suffer.

Only by vigorously developing scientific research projects and gaining a say in the international medical community can medical reform be fundamentally promoted, allowing the common people to truly benefit from it.

As Ming Jing finished speaking, the whole venue was silent for a moment, even the tens of thousands watching the live broadcast were completely stunned.

This was no longer just an act of charity; this was a move that would benefit the nation and the people.

Ming Jing spoke in the most ordinary tone, yet her words were shocking. From beginning to end, she remained calm, as if all of these actions were not worthy of being praised and passed down, but merely what she was supposed to do.

People understood that some people do charity for fame, fortune, or concealment, seeking something hidden from others for various reasons.

But Ming Jing does charity solely for the sake of charity, without seeking any return, as pure and untainted as her white dress.

Her heart was as clear as crystal.

High mountains are admired, scenery is appreciated, but the journey continues.

In this world of material desires and deceit, everyone is forced to get involved, living a life of painful struggle, grasping but never attaining. Some say that living itself is a kind of pain, but is there any way out? No, no matter how painful, one has to grit one’s teeth and persevere, and eventually, one will reach the end.

People move numbly along this path, surrounded by numb people, and therefore do not feel anything wrong. Even if they do, they’ll quickly be hypnotized by self-deception, until they reach the end of their lives, looking back at this short yet long journey, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion and illness. And they are grateful but free, for this life has been wasted after all.

If there’s an afterlife, if there’s an afterlife…

Every person, at the brink of death, must pray like this, but if there really is an afterlife, they’ll still walk the same path, for destiny is a cycle, and there’s no difference.

Just like the three rebirths and one cycle, the good ascend to heaven, and the wicked enter hell. Everyone’s path has been destined since the time of spiritual chaos.

The road of life is short enough to be terrifying and long enough to be despairing.

The interweaving of light and darkness, the struggle between good and evil, the generation and restraint of yin and yang, together create this vast and magnificent world.

So, where there is despair, there is hope.

Under the heavy, black sky, people drag their weary feet and walk alone on this road. There are spring breezes, summer suns, autumn chills, and winter snows. The alternation of the four seasons, the joys and sorrows of life, and the intermingling of emotions makes life more colorful and painful.

And one day, a ray of white light pierces the black sky, a sliver of light illuminates the road underfoot, sloping down from above the head.——

The number of people in the streaming room has reached 15 million and is increasing at a terrifying speed.

At the Zhu’s residence, Granny Zhu and Lin Qing are sitting on the sofa watching the live stream on TV.

Granny Zhu’s eyes were red, and she sighed, “Ming Jing really is the best gift from heaven to our family. What virtues and abilities do we have in the Zhu family…?”

Lin Qing was wrapped in a blanket, her face still pale after her illness, but ever since Ming Jing visited, whether it was the medicine taking effect or something else, she had gotten much better over the past week and looked more energetic.

Zhu Xiangxiang poured tea for them and sat quietly to the side, sipping her tea.

At this time, lowering one’s presence is the wise move.

Ming Jing is now like a nuclear bomb, deadly for anyone who touches her.

The kind where there’s no place for the body to be buried.

Lin Qing wiped her tears and said firmly, “She is my daughter,” her eyes filled with pride and arrogance.

Li Juan hid in the corner, staring at the people on TV, her eyes dark and deep.

Madam Zhou looked at her rare serious expression and was quite unaccustomed to it. Subconsciously, she felt a little nervous, which she found quite ridiculous.

——

Ye Zhen knocked on the door, “Brother Qing, are you there?”

“The door isn’t locked, come in.”

Ye Zhen pushed the door and entered.

A man was leaning on the sofa, his legs propped on the coffee table. He wasn’t wearing socks and his feet were fair, delicate, and exquisite. His toenails were well-rounded, revealing a healthy pink glow and even a bright shine…

Ye Zhen was taken aback.

Brother Qing, a grown man, applying nail polish? This is too… effeminate.

And those feet, more feminine than a woman’s.

The ankles were ridiculously thin, and when the pant legs were lifted slightly, there was not even one hair…

Zheng Qing was watching the live stream, but when he noticed Ye Zhen staring at his feet, he quickly drew them in and coughed, “What do you want?”

Ye Zhen hadn’t recovered from the shock of those beautiful feet. When she looked at the somewhat ordinary face in front of her, something seemed strange.

“Well, I’m going with the crew to Yulong Snow Mountain this afternoon to shoot. I’ll be gone for more than a month. I’m here to say goodbye to you and thank you for taking care of me these days.”

As a newcomer who skyrocketed to fame, she inevitably had to suffer some hardships in the crew. These were unavoidable, and she had been prepared for it mentally. However, Brother Qing had helped her block many troubles over the past few days and even bought people’s hearts for her, making her life much easier.

“If you want to thank someone, thank your seniority as Ming Jing’s sister.” Zheng Qing said mercilessly.

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, “By the way, Brother Qing, I heard from Ming Jing that you’re planning to film ‘Wind on the Clouds’?”

“Yes, are you interested?”

Ye Zhen confidently said, “It doesn’t matter, we’ll compete fairly and you don’t have to save face for me.”

Zheng Qing nodded with a smile, “You have backbone; I didn’t misjudge you.”

At this point, the host in the streaming asked, “The Heart Project? What’s the significance of the name?”

The gentle and indifferent voice of the girl came through the microphone — “It comes from Xiao Gang, a talented man from Nanliang, and his ‘Guide to Singing’. ‘A single act of kindness can touch the heart, making it immortal through all calamities; When a hundred lamps illuminate the vast night, a thousand miles become clear as day.’”

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