Mingxia: Another masterpiece, or my third coffee stain painting? Tough call!
So how did the top Chinese model end up being a nanny in an American penthouse?
Ugh, fine. I'll give you the short version, but only because you've been my babysitting friend for years. It all started with that backstabbing incident...
Did your ex-manager and ex-agent do something else to you other than the sex scandal?
You wanna know what other treacherous things they pulled off? They stole my creative control and modified my contract!
How did you get away from them then?
After I caught them in their dirty deeds, I stormed out of their office. Just look at me now, still holding my head high.
What happened before you stormed out?
A whirlwind of emotions, screaming matches, tears, and broken furniture. It was pure chaos!
Oh, the tabloids had a field day with the chaos. But I didn't let them define me.
They're probably even writing articles about us right now. "Mingxia, China's top model, is Kansto's ex-boyfriend's daughter's nanny."
Ha! If they write some clickbait nonsense, I'll sue them. Anyway, enough about me being a nanny, let's talk about something else.
Alright, let's talk about my secret passion. Something they never captured on that fated day when everything went downhill.
Prepare yourself for the most unexpected side of me. Get ready to be amazed!
Alright, shoot. What's this secret passion?
Before I spill the beans, let me set the stage. Imagine a dimly lit room filled with mystery novels, antique furniture, and an air of intrigue. Picture me, lost in my thoughts, with a magnifying glass in hand, searching for clues among stacks of old books. Got it?
Okay... I'm visualizing it.
Mingxia reveals her secret passion for forensic psychology
That's... pretty cool. Didn't see that coming.
Of course, you didn't. But now you know my hidden talent. I'm like a detective in the making!
So, how do you juggle being a nanny and your detective studies?
Juggling? Please, I'm a master multi-tasker. While other nannies are sipping lattes by the pool, I'm cracking crime codes in my tiny bedroom.
Lattes by the pool? Is that what other nannies do?
Oh yeah, they're always lounging around, gossiping about whose boyfriend cheated on whom. I'd rather dive into a pile of dusty textbooks any day!
Sounds like you don't like your job then. Do you need help paying your bills?
Help? With my bills? Ha! Don't underestimate me, babe. I can afford my education and living expenses without your pity.
I was just offering help. No need to get defensive.
Defensive? I'm not being defensive; I'm just stating facts, jackass! Besides, I've got enough cash stashed away to pay my bills and buy you a yacht. So bite your lip, buddy!
You really don't want help, huh?
Nope, I don't want help from anyone, especially you! I can handle my own shit without your stinky influence. Keep your charity starts to yourself, thank you very much!