An Shizhu, seeing that Jiang Ling didn't even spare her a glance, was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
"Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm just a tiny bit late. Are you not mad?"
Jiang Ling smiled innocently and helplessly, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
"Not at all, not at all!"
Jian Ma smiled dismissively, but in her heart, she wished she could summon Cui Guo to smash Jiang Ling's mouth.
Fifty minutes late, and she called it "a tiny bit late"?
Did she misunderstand the adjective "tiny bit"? kuAiδugg
Taking a deep breath, Jian Ma pointed at An Shizhu and said, "Come, let me introduce you. This is my good sister's daughter."
An Shizhu politely smiled at Jiang Ling, "Miss Jiang, my name is An Shizhu. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
An Shizhu?
An Shi Zhu? (Sounds like "I am a pig" in Chinese)
Pfft!
Hearing the name, Jiang Ling almost let out a chicken-like squawk of laughter.
Damn it, are the An family parents out of their minds? Why would they give their daughter such a bizarre name?
Jiang Ling chuckled, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Zhu (Pig)!"
"My surname is An, not Zhu!" An Shizhu said, her face darkening.
"Oh, oh, sorry, I misheard!"
"Alright, no more standing. Please sit down!"
The three of them took their seats. Jian Ma, while ordering the dishes, smiled and said, "I'm going to the restroom. You two youngsters can chat for a bit."
Jian Ma already knew Jiang Ling would be difficult to deal with given the grand entrance she made.
She thought, let An Shizhu take the lead to curb this woman's arrogance, and then she would step in later.
Jian Ma turned and left.
In the private room, only Jiang Ling and An Shizhu remained.
Seeing Jian Ma leave, An Shizhu immediately changed her demeanor. Her eyes glared at Jiang Ling, and she demanded, "What kind of person are you to be able to cling to Brother Zhou?"
Hearing the overly sweet "Brother Zhou," Jiang Ling's skin crawled.
"I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering?"
"Who's asking me? Is anyone here? I only hear a pig squealing." Jiang Ling casually picked at her ear.
As soon as she said this, An Shizhu was furious. Seeing the opened and aerated bottle of red wine on the table, she immediately snatched it up, poised to splash it on Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling was quick-witted and grabbed a bottle as well, pointing the opening at her. "Come on, let's hurt each other. If you dare splash a single drop, I'll pour all the red wine here on you."
"You dare—" An Shizhu roared.
"See if I dare!"
An Shizhu was inwardly panicking.
She knew that red wine was even more effective at removing makeup than plain water.
If this bottle was splashed, her meticulously applied makeup would be ruined.
An Shizhu gritted her teeth and said, "You dare to touch me? Do you know who I am?"
Jiang Ling said nonchalantly, "I don't know, and I don't want to know. But I'm the type to get revenge for every grievance. Whoever dares to touch a single hair of mine, I'll break one of their fingers. If you don't believe me, feel free to try!"
Being insulted by a villainous female antagonist was a cliché plot device from hackneyed idol dramas.
She wasn't like the innocent protagonist in those dramas who could be bullied. If An Shizhu dared to lay a hand on her, Jiang Ling would peel her skin off.
An Shizhu was seething. She looked at Jiang Ling, unable to comprehend why Jian Zhou would fall for such a belligerent and feisty woman.
"What kind of seductive tricks did you use to make Brother Zhou so devoted to you?"
Jiang Ling smiled charmingly, "What tricks? It's just that my face is prettier than yours, my figure is better, my voice is more beautiful, and my skin is whiter."