From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables Chapter 229 – Chapter 229: 109 Night Wind (First Watch of the Night)_3

Chapter 229: 109 Night Wind (First Watch of the Night)_3

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“It's great that you're giving me this opportunity, I'll definitely make you satisfied, ”

Ye Zheng and Ye Sheng left together. Before leaving, Ye Sheng winked at Tao Xianxian and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “Your little

Mr. Zhu is very smart, the beauty scheme has succeeded.”

Tao Xianxian smiled and politely sent the two away. She had heard about Ye Dashao's reputation when she was at school, and today she found out that it was true, as he was always flirtatious.

“Dad, wasn't this project rejected at the initial board meeting? Why did you change your mind today? Are you trying to repay Zhu Mingjing's favor?” Ye Sheng asked with confusion.

Ye Zheng flipped through the proposal: “It's just business. Zhu Wentao is ruthless, but his daughter is different from him.”

Ye Sheng laughed like a fox: “Why do I feel she's even darker than her dad? This is a beauty trap.”

Ye Zheng threw the proposal book into his arms: “Well, let this project be a practice for you. As for whether it's a beauty scheme or an empty city strategy, you weigh it yourself.”

Ye Sheng clicked his tongue: “Selling out your own son like this, you're such a good father.”

Ye Zheng glared at him: “I'm paving the way for you, just do a good job and don't embarrass me.”

With a “crackle” sound, Qu Feitai tore off a piece of paper filled with writings and doodles and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it into the trash can, which was already piled up like a small mountain.

It seemed that no matter how he wrote, he couldn't capture the feeling he wanted.

Qu Feitai scratched his head irritably.

The next moment, he got up, put on a mask and a duckbill cap, and went out, Imocking on the door of the room across the hallway.

Huang Chao was video chatting with his boyfriend, and after opening the door and seeing it was Qu Feitai, he exclaimed, “Why aren't you asleep yet?”

“Baby, please don't stay up late. Your face is a national treasure. If you can't write the lyrics, just don't. Anyway, you've written enough songs; just the copyright fees are enough for you to live on for a lifetime,” Huang Chao earnestly advised.

Qu Feitai was speechless. It was really not easy to maintain such a high-quality output with such a hindering agent.

Qu Feitai reached out his hand: “Car keys.”

Huang Chao frowned: “Are you going to race cars again this late at night?”

Qu Feitai had a habit of racing cars when he couldn't write. His brain would be stimulated intensely and then burst out with inspiration. Huang Chao always thought this habit was dangerous, and if he wasn't careful, he could easily go astray. Fortunately, Qu Feitai had behaved himself these past few years, not indulging in gambling, drugs, or anything else. But Huang Chao never took this for granted, never pushing him but instead urging him to rest more often. Unfortunately, his artistic spirit was too strong to be swayed by Huang Chao's words.

Qu Feitai's status and money-making abilities in the entertainment industry had helped him save quite a bit of money over the years. But instead of spending it on property, he had spent it on cars. Before he was of age, he had only dared to buy them secretly. After that, he didn't care anymore. His underground garage was filled with limited edition sports cars and custom-made supercars, enough to hold a large-scale car show.

Qu Feitai frowned impatiently: “Hurry up.”

Huang Chao had no choice but to take the car keys and give them to him. Qu Feitai turned and left, while Huang Chao could only call out from behind, “Be sure to be safe.”

Once, out of concern, Huang Chao had accompanied Qu Feitai to race cars and nearly died.

When he raced, Qu Feitai was like a madman. And Huang Chao wanted to live a few more years.

After arriving in Jiangzhou, Huang Chao had rented a car to make it easy to discuss business with advertisers.

The rented car was nothing like his own custom-made cars, and after driving it for a hundred meters, Qu Feitai wanted to throw it away.

What a lousy engine, it couldn't even make it up a slope easily.

Qu Feitai was unfamiliar with the city of Jiangzhou, so the GPS navigation system was automatically activated, with a sweet female voice announcing the destination.

For some reason, Qu Feitai said, “Mingshan Garden.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he was shocked.

“Understood, I have re-planned the route for you. Mingshan Garden is 6.7 kilometers from here and the estimated travel time is twenty-one minutes. Please make a U-turn at the next intersection,” a sweet female voice announcement rang out.

At the next intersection, Qu Feitai made a U-turn.

In the whole city of Jiangzhou, this was the only place he knew, and nothing more.

While waiting for the traffic light, Qu Feitai rolled down the car window, resting his elbow on the window frame. There were police at the crossroads ahead checking for drunk driving.

The traffic police walked up to his car. Seeing the young man wearing a hat and a mask, looking mysterious, the traffic police sternly said, “Please show your ID and driver's license.”

Qu Feitai took out his ID and driver's license and handed them to the traffic police.

The traffic police looked at the ID and driver's license, then at Qu Feitai: “Please cooperate with our inspection and remove your hat and mask.”

Qu Feitai pulled down his mask, revealing his handsome face in an instant. The traffic police, a grown man, couldn't help but stare.

Qu Feitai? The name sounded familiar.

Wasn't this the big star his daughter always talked about? His concert was scheduled for the 29th in Jiangzhou, and the traffic police department had just issued a traffic restriction notice for that day; all traffic police had to work overnight.

The police officer thought that Qu Feitai was indeed a big star, handsome, and seemingly easygoing, as he had shown no impatience so far.

The traffic police handed both licenses back to him, speaking quietly, “Be careful when driving at night and go home early.”

Qu Feitai smiled and said to the police, “Thank you, officer, for your concern.”

The cars in front started to move, and Qu Feitai stepped on the gas pedal, leaving the staring traffic police in the dust.

Since the police recognized his car, Qu Feitai didn't race anymore. Instead, he drove slowly and leisurely, enjoying the gentle night breeze of Jiangzhou.

Did the people who grew up in this city carry the taste of the city with them?

Or was it because she was in this city that even the night breeze was imbued with her scent?

Before he knew it, the GPS informed him that he had arrived at his destination.

Mingshan Garden's gate was close at hand. As a well-known wealthy residential area in Jiangzhou, the gate of Mingshan Garden was an epitome of luxury, with an air of wealth and elegance.

Ou Feitai stared blanklv at the twinkling lights of the distant houses, as the night's ink-colored sky slowly flowed around him.

He suddenly laughed at himself. What was he doing here?

Just as he was about to start the car and leave, the garden's gate opened, and a white sedan drove out.

Qu Feitai had a good memory, and recognized it as Zhu Mingjing's car at a glance.

It was so late; where was she going?

For some reason, Qu Feitai started the car and followed her..

Chapter end