Madam Jian arrived at the pre-booked luxury private room, only to find it empty, with not a soul in sight.
She quickly called over a server and asked, "Where is Miss Jiang? Why isn't she here? Did you lead me to the wrong place?"
The server, a handsome young man with a slender waist and long legs and fair skin, wearing a well-tailored suit, bowed and said, "Madam, Miss Jiang's agent, Sister Sa, just called. She said Miss Jiang accidentally stepped on and broke her high heels and will be arriving later."
Madam Jian's expression changed. She knew instantly that the broken high heels were a fabricated excuse.
But she couldn't get angry. She was a lady of status, who had to be elegant, graceful, gentle, and dignified!
Inhale!
Exhale!
"Oh, is that so!" Madam Jian held her breath and pretended to be calm, saying, "Then let's prepare the dishes first. When Miss Jiang arrives, we can serve them right away!"
"Yes, Madam!"
Jiang Ling was originally scheduled to arrive half an hour later, but plans could not keep up with changes.
On the way, she encountered a major traffic jam, which delayed her by another twenty minutes.
After deducting the ten minutes of intentional lateness, Madam Jian had to wait for a full forty minutes before Jiang Ling finally arrived.
When Jiang Ling arrived, Madam Jian was chatting with a young woman in a white pearl dress on the outdoor terrace outside the private room.
This young woman was named An Shizhu. She was the daughter of someone from Madam Jian's circle of affluent ladies. Her family owned a chain of department stores.
Although her family background was not as prominent as the Jian family's, they were still one of the most illustrious and wealthy families in the country.
"Auntie, this Miss Jiang is going too far. Making you wait so long, it's obvious she doesn't respect you. You should teach her a lesson later," An Shizhu said indignantly.
Upon hearing this, Madam Jian's face became so gloomy that it seemed water could drip from it.
As they were talking, they heard a commotion. Looking down, they were stunned.
They saw over a dozen black Rolls-Royces, escorting a custom-made Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, slowly stopping at the entrance.
Immediately following, dozens of bodyguards in tight uniforms exited the cars and stood in unison in front of the Silver Cloud.
The car door opened, and Jiang Ling, with one hand on Sister Sa and the other holding a red Hermès Birkin bag with diamond clasps and crocodile skin, walked in unhurriedly under the protection of the bodyguards.
The scene was such that one might mistake her for a princess of some royal family gracing them with her presence.
Seeing this, Madam Jian almost lost her composure.
She thought she had been impressive enough today, but it turned out Jiang Ling was even more so.
What kind of plastic bag could be so full of herself?
"Auntie, this..."
An Shizhu was also startled by the grand entrance Jiang Ling made.
My goodness, dozens of bodyguards. Were they here for a banquet, or to start a gang war?
Although Madam Jian disliked Jiang Ling and saw that she had deliberately arrived so late, she wished she could give her a negative review.
However, she had to admit that Jiang Ling was indeed very beautiful.
And this beauty was not the uniform "white, young, and thin" influencer look, but a radiant and dignified beauty that exuded prosperity and peace.
Compared to An Shizhu, her demeanor and looks made her seem more like a true heiress from a prominent family.
Jiang Ling, seeing Madam Jian wearing a lilac qipao, with a matching light purple pearl necklace around her neck, and matching purple pearl earrings and rings, looked both noble and elegant, and was indeed amazed.
Fame and fortune have never tarnished a gentleman, and time never defeats a beauty.
This saying was indeed most fitting for Madam Jian.
As for An Shizhu beside Madam Jian, she was completely ignored.