She was about to lash out, but Jian’s father quickly pulled her back, smoothing things over with a smile, "Alright, no more standing. Sit down and let's eat mooncakes."
As soon as they sat down, Jian’s mother tapped on her WeChat, and the phone speaker immediately played the conversation between Jiang Ling and An Shizhu.
"Speak, how much money do you want to leave Brother Zhou?"
"Not much, just a hundred to two hundred billion will do!"
Following that, An Shizhu's startled cry came through: "One to two hundred billion? Are you kidding me? Greed will choke you, aren't you afraid you'll suffocate yourself!"
"That's not for you to worry about. Let alone one to two hundred billion, even one to two thousand billion, I can digest it all. I just don't know if Miss An can afford that price!"
"Shameless! You are utterly shameless!"
The recording ended, and silence filled the room.
Jian’s mother looked at Jiang Ling with a half-smile, "Miss Jiang, demanding one to two hundred billion with a single breath, your appetite is truly enormous!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling’s face showed no panic or embarrassment; instead, she smiled, "Auntie, you should be thanking me!"
"Ah?" Jian’s mother was once again bewildered.
After only a few exchanges, she felt her intelligence was insufficient.
Jian’s mother asked, not understanding, "Why should I thank you?"
Jiang Ling said, "Miss An's offer for me to leave clearly treats your son as a commodity that can be arbitrarily traded. This is not just the objectification of Jian Zhou himself, but also the objectification of you and the entire Jian family. The reason I offered such an exorbitant price of one to two hundred billion is simply because I couldn't bear to see your son, whom you carried for ten months, devalued to nothing."
Such a distortion of facts, turning black into white, yet presented with such self-consistent logic, made everyone present feel as if a flock of crows had flown overhead.
Jian’s mother, enraged, laughed, "So, according to you, I should really thank you!"
Jiang Ling gave a deliberately shy smile, "We're family, no need for such politeness!"
Jian’s mother: "..."
Heavens, what sins did I commit in my past life to be assigned such a woman to provoke me?
A hint of smugness flickered at the corner of Jiang Ling’s mouth, and she thought, "To deal with lunatics, you have to be more lunatic than them. This 'treating poison with poison' tactic is so effective!"
Jian’s mother took several deep breaths before she could barely suppress her anger.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Miss Jiang, no matter how you twist the facts, you can't change the fact that you're asking for the moon."
Jiang Ling, however, put on a hurt expression, "Auntie, how can you say that about me? You just wanted me to serve you tea as a daughter-in-law, clearly indicating you want to accept me as your daughter-in-law. We are family, so why are you turning your back on me and helping an outsider like An Shizhu to criticize me? You are so heartless, so cold, and so unreasonable!"
Oh my god, these lines, reminiscent of Qiong Yao’s melodramas, were so disgusting they almost made her want to vomit.
At this moment, everyone present listened to Jiang Ling’s words, their jaws dropping in astonishment.
They thought, this woman is indeed formidable. No wonder she could keep Jian Zhou completely under her thumb, and even Jian’s mother, a potential mother-in-law, couldn't handle her and had to call for backup.
Such skill in a verbal battle, twisting and distorting the truth, was a waste if she didn't go into real estate sales. The real estate market had been sluggish these past two years, with declining sales, and they desperately needed someone like her to clear inventory!
Jian’s mother felt a darkness descend before her eyes, nearly spitting blood and fainting.
Seeing this, Jian’s father quickly shoved a piece of mooncake into her mouth, "Eating something sweet makes people happy. Have a few more bites!"