Chapter 446: Chaotic Hu Ning!
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Chapter 446 Chaotic Hu Ning!
19th April, 2023
In the bustling heart of the Eastern Province, nestled within the vibrant Wucheng District, the imperial dome was alive with a frenzy of activity.
Preparations were in full swing, the air electric with anticipation for the concert.
Today was the grand finale, the third act in a thrilling trilogy of performances by Zara, the nation's most adored idol.
Backstage, amidst the controlled chaos, Zhou Jiajia was embroiled in a sartorial dilemma, her eyes locked in a silent battle with the new dress meant for tonight's act.
It wasn't just any dress; it was the kind that demanded decisions be made, the kind that questioned your life choices.
Then came the unmistakable sound of disruption.
Bang!
"...Again?" Zhou Jiajia muttered under her breath, her brows knitting together in a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Hu Ning had, for the nth time that day, crashed through the washroom door, her entrance as dramatic as her presence, marking her fifth visit in just as many hours.
The room fell into a suspenseful silence, the kind that precedes the storm.
The air, heavy with expectation and the faint echo of footsteps. And then, as if on cue, Hu Ning reappeared, her face twisted into a grimace of frustration, clutching a thermometer-like device as though it were the bearer of bad news.
"Hm? Zara? What are you up to, why haven't you chosen a dress yet?" Hu Ning's voice broke through the silence, her curiosity piqued at the sight of Zhou Jiajia, who had now stole Hu Ning's phone from atop the desk.
With a swift motion, Zhou began typing a message, her fingers dancing across the screen with purpose.
Results that Hu Ning had compulsively checked and rechecked over the last few hours, each confirmation of its positive outcome sending her into a whirlwind of nervous pacing throughout the room.
Zhou Jiajia, privy to the intimate details of what had transpired between Zhang Wei and Hu Ning, didn't need more than a moment to piece together the unfolding soap opera.
Despite knowing she shouldn't be happy with the news, there was a peculiar thrill in ruffling the feathers of this usually composed, icy woman, now caught in the eye of an emotional storm.
As the phone continued its relentless symphony of rings, Hu Ning made a sudden move, her grasp on Zhou Jiajia's hand causing her to jump. "You! You made this chaos, now you pick up and clear the mess!" Hu Ning demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and command.
"Huh?" Zhou Jiajia's eyes widened, her laughter fading into a puzzled expression before she rebounded with a playful smirk. "And why, pray tell, would that be my duty? Is it that you lack the courage to face him, or are you perhaps too shy to speak?"
!!
"Y-You!?" Hu Ning's reaction was immediate and explosive, akin to a cat with its tail stepped on, as she leaped from the couch to confront Zhou Jiajia, disbelief etched into every feature. "You'll see what's coming for you later! Sleep with one eye open!"
With a heavy sigh, Hu Ning seized the phone and, in a decisive act, turned it off, leaving Zhou Jiajia in a state of surprised silence. "Are you truly going to leave him in the dark?" she couldn't help but inquire, her voice laced with genuine curiosity and a touch of concern.
"No, and you better keep your mouth shut as well," Hu Ning warned with a piercing gaze, her stance rigid as she made her way out, leaving a tangible chill behind her.
Zhou Jiajia, whose eyes could have easily been mistaken for those of an angel—if only for a moment—watched Hu Ning's departure with an air of serene innocence, her eyes blinking innconcently.
Click!
As the door closed with a soft click, her face transformed, adopting the mischievous gleam of a trickster deity. "Silence, as golden as it may be, can sometimes be selectively forgetful."
She chirped to the empty room, her fingers dancing across her phone with the stealth of a secret agent.
With a flick, she dispatched a voice recording to Zhang Wei, her heart fluttering with the thrill of her little rebellion.
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Chapter 446 Chaotic Hu Ning!
19th April, 2023
In the bustling heart of the Eastern Province, nestled within the vibrant Wucheng District, the imperial dome was alive with a frenzy of activity.
Preparations were in full swing, the air electric with anticipation for the concert.
Today was the grand finale, the third act in a thrilling trilogy of performances by Zara, the nation's most adored idol.
Backstage, amidst the controlled chaos, Zhou Jiajia was embroiled in a sartorial dilemma, her eyes locked in a silent battle with the new dress meant for tonight's act.
It wasn't just any dress; it was the kind that demanded decisions be made, the kind that questioned your life choices.
Then came the unmistakable sound of disruption.
Bang!
"...Again?" Zhou Jiajia muttered under her breath, her brows knitting together in a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Hu Ning had, for the nth time that day, crashed through the washroom door, her entrance as dramatic as her presence, marking her fifth visit in just as many hours.
The room fell into a suspenseful silence, the kind that precedes the storm.
The air, heavy with expectation and the faint echo of footsteps. And then, as if on cue, Hu Ning reappeared, her face twisted into a grimace of frustration, clutching a thermometer-like device as though it were the bearer of bad news.
"Hm? Zara? What are you up to, why haven't you chosen a dress yet?" Hu Ning's voice broke through the silence, her curiosity piqued at the sight of Zhou Jiajia, who had now stole Hu Ning's phone from atop the desk.
With a swift motion, Zhou began typing a message, her fingers dancing across the screen with purpose.
Results that Hu Ning had compulsively checked and rechecked over the last few hours, each confirmation of its positive outcome sending her into a whirlwind of nervous pacing throughout the room.
Zhou Jiajia, privy to the intimate details of what had transpired between Zhang Wei and Hu Ning, didn't need more than a moment to piece together the unfolding soap opera.
Despite knowing she shouldn't be happy with the news, there was a peculiar thrill in ruffling the feathers of this usually composed, icy woman, now caught in the eye of an emotional storm.
As the phone continued its relentless symphony of rings, Hu Ning made a sudden move, her grasp on Zhou Jiajia's hand causing her to jump. "You! You made this chaos, now you pick up and clear the mess!" Hu Ning demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and command.
"Huh?" Zhou Jiajia's eyes widened, her laughter fading into a puzzled expression before she rebounded with a playful smirk. "And why, pray tell, would that be my duty? Is it that you lack the courage to face him, or are you perhaps too shy to speak?"
!!
"Y-You!?" Hu Ning's reaction was immediate and explosive, akin to a cat with its tail stepped on, as she leaped from the couch to confront Zhou Jiajia, disbelief etched into every feature. "You'll see what's coming for you later! Sleep with one eye open!"
With a heavy sigh, Hu Ning seized the phone and, in a decisive act, turned it off, leaving Zhou Jiajia in a state of surprised silence. "Are you truly going to leave him in the dark?" she couldn't help but inquire, her voice laced with genuine curiosity and a touch of concern.
"No, and you better keep your mouth shut as well," Hu Ning warned with a piercing gaze, her stance rigid as she made her way out, leaving a tangible chill behind her.
Zhou Jiajia, whose eyes could have easily been mistaken for those of an angel—if only for a moment—watched Hu Ning's departure with an air of serene innocence, her eyes blinking innconcently.
Click!
As the door closed with a soft click, her face transformed, adopting the mischievous gleam of a trickster deity. "Silence, as golden as it may be, can sometimes be selectively forgetful."
She chirped to the empty room, her fingers dancing across her phone with the stealth of a secret agent.
With a flick, she dispatched a voice recording to Zhang Wei, her heart fluttering with the thrill of her little rebellion.
Chapter 446 Chaotic Hu Ning! 19th April, 2023 In the bustling heart of the Eastern Province, nestled within the vibrant Wucheng District, the imperial dome was alive with a frenzy of activity. Preparations were in full swing, the air electric with anticipation for the concert. Today was the grand finale, the third act in a thrilling trilogy of performances by Zara, the nation's most adored idol. Backstage, amidst the controlled chaos, Zhou Jiajia was embroiled in a sartorial dilemma, her eyes locked in a silent battle with the new dress meant for tonight's act. It wasn't just any dress; it was the kind that demanded decisions be made, the kind that questioned your life choices. Then came the unmistakable sound of disruption. Bang! "...Again?" Zhou Jiajia muttered under her breath, her brows knitting together in a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. Hu Ning had, for the nth time that day, crashed through the washroom door, her entrance as dramatic as her presence, marking her fifth visit in just as many hours. The room fell into a suspenseful silence, the kind that precedes the storm. The air, heavy with expectation and the faint echo of footsteps. And then, as if on cue, Hu Ning reappeared, her face twisted into a grimace of frustration, clutching a thermometer-like device as though it were the bearer of bad news. "Hm? Zara? What are you up to, why haven't you chosen a dress yet?" Hu Ning's voice broke through the silence, her curiosity piqued at the sight of Zhou Jiajia, who had now stole Hu Ning's phone from atop the desk. With a swift motion, Zhou began typing a message, her fingers dancing across the screen with purpose. Results that Hu Ning had compulsively checked and rechecked over the last few hours, each confirmation of its positive outcome sending her into a whirlwind of nervous pacing throughout the room. Zhou Jiajia, privy to the intimate details of what had transpired between Zhang Wei and Hu Ning, didn't need more than a moment to piece together the unfolding soap opera. Despite knowing she shouldn't be happy with the news, there was a peculiar thrill in ruffling the feathers of this usually composed, icy woman, now caught in the eye of an emotional storm. As the phone continued its relentless symphony of rings, Hu Ning made a sudden move, her grasp on Zhou Jiajia's hand causing her to jump. "You! You made this chaos, now you pick up and clear the mess!" Hu Ning demanded, her voice a mix of desperation and command. "Huh?" Zhou Jiajia's eyes widened, her laughter fading into a puzzled expression before she rebounded with a playful smirk. "And why, pray tell, would that be my duty? Is it that you lack the courage to face him, or are you perhaps too shy to speak?" !! "Y-You!?" Hu Ning's reaction was immediate and explosive, akin to a cat with its tail stepped on, as she leaped from the couch to confront Zhou Jiajia, disbelief etched into every feature. "You'll see what's coming for you later! Sleep with one eye open!" With a heavy sigh, Hu Ning seized the phone and, in a decisive act, turned it off, leaving Zhou Jiajia in a state of surprised silence. "Are you truly going to leave him in the dark?" she couldn't help but inquire, her voice laced with genuine curiosity and a touch of concern. "No, and you better keep your mouth shut as well," Hu Ning warned with a piercing gaze, her stance rigid as she made her way out, leaving a tangible chill behind her. Zhou Jiajia, whose eyes could have easily been mistaken for those of an angelif only for a momentwatched Hu Ning's departure with an air of serene innocence, her eyes blinking innconcently. Click! As the door closed with a soft click, her face transformed, adopting the mischievous gleam of a trickster deity. "Silence, as golden as it may be, can sometimes be selectively forgetful." She chirped to the empty room, her fingers dancing across her phone with the stealth of a secret agent. With a flick, she dispatched a voice recording to Zhang Wei, her heart fluttering with the thrill of her little rebellion.
