An Qiuyan's eyes turned red as Jiang Yushuang’s words, which used the word "bitch" three times to mock her, echoed in her ears.
With tears welling in her eyes, she choked out aggrievedly, “Heaven and Earth know, Ming Jue and I are truly in love. Where is any calculating bitchy behavior? Just because your husband is Jian Fan, can you bully people as you please?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling felt so nauseated that she almost vomited.
My goodness, what kind of person is this!
She had seen bitches before, but never one this bitchy.
Lin Youyou, upon seeing this, would probably kneel down and beg for apprenticeship.
Jiang Yushuang’s stomach churned with disgust. She couldn't help but spit, “Pah! I haven’t hit you, who are you putting on this pathetic act for? Please, pick up your fallen innocence and stop making this place so foul and reeking of cheap perfume!”
Such direct and explicit words stunned An Qiuyan into silence.
“You… you…”
“Stop with the ‘you you you’ and ‘me me me’!”
Seeing that the time was almost up, and that Yan Chou and An Qiuyan were about to continue their act of feigned victimhood, Jiang Ling quickly interrupted her.
Jiang Ling walked up to Huang Jing and said, word by word, “I believe Jiang Yushuang. This wasn’t her doing.”
Her statement stunned everyone present.
It was clear they hadn’t expected Jiang Ling to speak up for Jiang Yushuang.
Jiang Yushuang looked at Jiang Ling in a daze, her expression one of disbelief.
Jiang Ling continued, “This wasn’t her doing, and of course, it wasn’t mine either. The entire matter, from beginning to end, was a setup. A setup where Jiang Yushuang and I were locked in a struggle, and someone else reaped the benefits. As for who this ‘someone’ is, I believe everyone can guess.”
Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze collectively, and uniformly, fell upon An Qiuyan.
An Qiuyan’s expression remained unchanged, but her voice carried a hint of sharpness, “Why suspect me? I have witnesses. Without proof, how can you wrongly accuse me?”
“Proof? You want proof, right? Alright, I’ll give you the proof now!”
As Jiang Ling spoke, amidst the confused gazes of the crowd, she turned to Sister Sa and said, “Go get it. I’m going to crush this scheming bitch!”
“Yes!”
Sister Sa had endured for so long, waiting for this very moment.
As soon as Jiang Ling gave the order, she darted off like a gust of wind.
Seeing Sister Sa heading off to retrieve the evidence, Jiang Ling looked at everyone with a playful smile, saying, “I’m sure everyone is very curious about what the evidence I mentioned is, right?”
“Of course!” Jiang Yushuang rolled her eyes.
An Qiuyan, seeing Jiang Ling’s sly smile, felt a creeping sense of dread.
Huang Jing urged, “Hurry and tell us, don’t play coy.”
Jiang Ling said, “Last year, when Shen Ming Jue, An Qiuyan, and I were in danger, a video was later released claiming I was a coward who abandoned Shen Ming Jue. At the time, I was very puzzled. No matter how unethical the paparazzi in this entertainment industry are, they wouldn’t risk their lives to film something like that, and so accurately, so coincidentally? Could it be that someone was prescient and had a wireless filming device on them, allowing them to capture it so precisely?”
Her gaze swept over An Qiuyan as she continued slowly, “After that incident, I learned my lesson. I realized my opponent was a venomous snake, hiding in damp, dark bushes, ready to strike at any moment. If you don’t want to be bitten by a snake, you must take precautions. When I learned she was joining the same film crew as me, I had a premonition, a feeling that something was going to happen.”