The server quickly brought four dishes and one soup.
Among them was a dish of stir-fried pork with chili, featuring crisp green peppers and tender, slivered pork, perfectly cooked with a strong wok hei.
Jiang Ling loved it, shoveling several mouthfuls of rice.
Sister Sa, thinking that An Qiuyan had offended the Jian family and might be thoroughly crushed this time, happily chattered, "An Qiuyan, that foot-washing maid, outsmarted herself. She's in deep trouble, and Zhang Jingjing won't get away clean either. It's truly satisfying!"
Jiang Ling picked up a piece of steamed perch with her chopsticks and said, "The entertainment industry today is like the emperor's harem, with palace intrigues playing out daily. It's truly tiresome. I hope that after this incident is over, there won't be any more trouble. Otherwise, I'll be exhausted to death."
"That won't happen. With your current status, few people dare to cross you. An Qiuyan was the mantis stalking the cicada, but we were the oriole behind. Now everyone knows you're not to be trifled with, so who would dare scheme against you?"
"The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind, but they don't know that above the oriole, a hawk is circling. The whole matter is not as simple as you think."
"A hawk circling?" Sister Sa couldn't help but be surprised, asking, "No way. We've been in control and held the situation firmly from start to finish. How could there still be a hawk?"
"You might find it hard to believe, but that's the fact. Neither you nor I are the biggest beneficiaries of this game."
Sister Sa frowned deeply as Jiang Ling's words became more and more mysterious, "Lingzi, who is this hawk you're talking about?"
Jiang Ling leaned into her ear and whispered a name.
Sister Sa's pupils constricted, and her eyes widened, "It's him. It's actually him. How could it be him?"
...
After dinner, they returned to the hotel for an afternoon nap.
Just as Jiang Ling was about to fall asleep, a WeChat message suddenly popped up.
Upon opening it, she saw a request to add her from someone named 'Setting Sail'.
Jiang Ling smiled slightly, "He really came!"
She clicked to accept the friend request.
A moment later, her phone rang with a video call invitation from 'Setting Sail'.
Jiang Ling tapped her phone, and the video connected. A sexy, elegant, and unforgettable face appeared on the screen.
He was a tall and slender man, dressed in a sharp, stylish black suit. His features were chiseled and cold, yet extremely handsome. His hair and eyebrows were as dark as ink, and a faint smile played on his lips.
Even through the screen, Jiang Ling could feel the aura and potent masculinity he exuded.
In her life, Jiang Ling had never encountered such a man.
He was filled with charm, yet carried an indescribable sense of danger and pressure, making it impossible to look away, drawing her in irresistibly.
And this man was none other than the eldest son of the Jian family, Jian Fan, the husband of Jiang Yushuang.
Jian Fan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled warmly, "Hello, Miss Jiang. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
Jiang Ling replied with a smile like pearls, "Young Master Jian, I've been expecting you. You're finally here!"
Jian Fan looked at Jiang Ling with surprise, "Oh? You knew I would come to see you?"
"Of course!"
Jiang Ling raised her hand, picked up the milk green drink she had bought on the street after dinner, and took two sips, her eyes firm and deep.
"If you didn't come to find me, wouldn't that be a waste of all the scheming?"
"Oh?" Jian Fan raised an eyebrow, looking innocent and bewildered, "How did I scheme against you? This is our first meeting today. What scheming are you talking about?"