From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 311: 142 Character Design (Second Update)_2

Han Ying playfully stuck out his tongue.

The four regular guests on the show were Zou Jingyu, a respected veteran artist in the entertainment industry approaching his twilight years, leading a semi-retired life with a taste for poetry and rural farm life, single-handedly supporting the entire program. Zhao Xinrong was a famous comedian in his prime years, a regular attendee at the Spring Festival Gala, with a huge public following and great popularity.

Han Ying was a household child star, now fifteen years old, mischievous and fond of playing pranks on people.

Xiao Wenwen was a newcomer pushed in by the advertisers this season, with no fan base and just there to ride coattails. She didn’t get along with Han Ying; they would bicker and fight when no one was paying attention, and Han Ying would always find ways to make fun of her. Xiao Wenwen dreamed of giving him a good beating.

As soon as they entered the house, Han Ying, who had always been lazy and unwilling to even pick vegetables, suddenly became diligent, rushing to serve tea and pour water, showing great attentiveness like a waiter.

“Pretending to be polite.” Xiao Wenwen secretly pursed her lips.

“Ming Jing, here’s some tea for you. I picked these wild chrysanthemums myself, washed them, and dried them.” Han Ying brought a cup of chrysanthemum tea to Ming Jing’s side.

“Thank you.” Ming Jing took it with both hands.

“Brother Qu, you should have some too. It’s hot weather, and chrysanthemum tea is refreshing and fire-relieving.” Han Ying was not so attentive to Qu Feitai and just placed the teacup on the table in front of him.

Qu Feitai nodded.

Looking at the handsome men and beautiful women in front of him, Zou Jingyu smiled, enjoying the visual feast.

“Ah, Ming Jing, how did your skirt get dirty?” Xiao Wenwen suddenly pointed to a stain on Ming Jing’s skirt.

Everyone’s eyes followed Xiao Wenwen’s finger to the stain on Ming Jing’s skirt.

“Ming Jing, you might not know because you just arrived, but our program requires us to work. How can you work wearing something so out of touch with reality? Although it looks good, you need to consider the real situation, right? Our program doesn’t support idlers,” Xiao Wenwen said with her cute face and sweet voice, as if she were kindly reminding Ming Jing, along with her big innocent eyes, making her seem considerate and thoughtful.

It was easy to imagine that once the program aired, Xiao Wenwen’s words would be enough to make the audience scold Ming Jing to the point of withdrawal.

Were they here to experience rural life or for a fashion show? If you didn’t want to do the work, get out of the cabin; there’s no room for idlers. For a newcomer without any fan base, these words could be devastating.

Xiao Wenwen thought Ming Jing would be anxiously defending herself. However, to her disappointment, Ming Jing held her old-fashioned enamel cup, sipped her tea with small, gentle sips, leisurely and elegant. The stain on her skirt did not affect her pure and gentle temperament at all.

Xiao Wenwen felt a bit stifled, as if she had punched a ball of cotton.

“You don’t look good in skirts with your figure anyway. You’re self-aware enough to know that, but why should other people have to be like you? Besides, she just arrived and hasn’t even had a sip of tea yet, and you want her to work already? Is this how a host treats their guests?” Han Ying said playfully with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Xiao Wenwen glared at him fiercely, hating the lecherous kid.

“Haha, Wenwen is probably just too excited about finally having a female companion. Ming Jing, don’t take it to heart. If you want to go work in the fields, you can; we won’t force you.” Zhao Xinrong came forward to mediate.

Ming Jing looked too much like a pampered lady with delicate hands and feet. She was probably just here to ride off Qu Feitai’s popularity. For such a person, all you could do was flatter them. If they were asked to work in the fields, they would get tired in just a few steps and then turn around to complain to their backers, unintentionally offending people without even knowing it.

Having spent half his life in the entertainment industry, Zhao Xinrong knew very well the antics of such ladies.

Anyway, when it was time for post-production editing, they could just cut out all the mischievous parts. As long as the audience held the upper hand, there would be nothing to fear.

“Alright.” Ming Jing readily nodded.

She agreed so easily that Zhao Xinrong’s smile remained unchanged on his face, but he sneered inwardly.This one seemed to not even bother keeping up appearances. Who is this newcomer that the capital is preparing to promote?

Looking at her demeanor, she must be like a canary bred by the rich.

Xiao Wenwen said, “Ming Jing, I’ll show you to the room to put your luggage.

There aren’t many rooms here, so you’ll share one with me tonight.”

As she took Ming Jing’s suitcase, she exaggeratedly said, “Ming Jing, why do you have so few things?”

Ming Jing took it and replied indifferently, “Travel light.” She then carried her luggage upstairs with ease.

Xiao Wenwen was stunned and quickly followed her.

Han Ying said to Qu Feitai, “Brother Qu, let’s go upstairs and put our luggage as well. After we’re done, I’ll show you around the nearby area. The scenery is great.”

Qu Feitai nodded at Zhao Xinrong and Zou Jingyu, picked up his suitcase, and went upstairs. Han Ying wanted to help Qu Feitai with his suitcase, but he refused.

Zou Jinzvu took a sip of tea, looked in the direction of the second floor, and laughed, “The ratings are going to be sky-high this season.”

Zhao Xinrong said, “Qu Feitai is very different from what I imagined. Everyone says he is aloof, but I think he’s alright, a humble young man.”

After saying that, he glanced at the camera and lowered his voice, “What’s the background of this Ming Jing?”

Zou Jingyu shook his head calmly, “I don’t know, go ask the director.”

Zhao Xinrong gave him a look, “Didn’t Sister Zhang tell you? I don’t believe it. Give me some accurate information so I can be prepared too.”

Sister Zhang was Zhang Yun, the program’s executive producer and Zou Jingyu’s wife. It was her job to invite guests to the show.

Zou Jingyu coughed, “Old Zhao, sometimes you’re just too cautious. No matter what her background is, she’s just a guest on the show now, so treat her normally.”

Zhao Xinrong nodded, “I see.”

Judging from Zou Jingyu’s tone, Ming Jing probably didn’t have much of a background. He could relax now.

Zou Jingyu just smiled and continued to drink his tea.

On the second floor, there were three rooms. One master bedroom with a large bunk bed for Zou Jingyu, Zhao Xinrong, and Han Ying. One single room was reserved for big stars like Qu Feitai, and Ming Jing would share a room with Xiao Wenwen.

The room was very small, with a single bed against each wall. Xiao Wenwen pointed to the bed near the door, “You can sleep here.”

On the floor lay two open suitcases with clothes thrown everywhere. A long table by the wall was filled with jars and bottles, and a large cup filled with half-drunk overnight tea emitted an unfriendly smell.

On the bed against the wall, the quilt and pillow were lumped together, with half-eaten potato chips on the bedside, and hair and chip crumbs scattered on the floor.

Ming Jing glanced around and walked to the bed, where she saw some clothes thrown on it.

Xiao Wenwen quickly took them away and laughed, “I’m sorry, the director notified me too late. I didn’t have time to clean up. It looks messy, but there’s order in the chaos.”

Ming Jing ignored her, looking down to open her suitcase. Xiao Wenwen peeked in, expecting it to be full, but there were even fewer items than she thought.

One set of pajamas, a change of clothes, a small toiletry bag, and a pouch that looked like it was for underwear storage.

No snacks, no makeup, no fancy clothes…

Xiao Wenwen stared at the girl’s flawless, fair skin. This person’s character setting was a bit too much..