"Relying on your own abilities?"
An Qiuyan sneered dismissively, "You're neither a wealthy heiress nor a powerful business magnate, just an artist in the entertainment industry. How could you possibly achieve this on your own? It's truly laughable."
Jiang Ling said coldly, "Is it really that funny? Let me tell you, stars like Ye Pengpeng and others were blacklisted by me using only my personal power. Not a single bit of the Jian family's influence was involved from start to finish."
Seeing Jiang Ling speak so assertively, An Qiuyan's face turned ashen, "No, that's impossible, absolutely impossible! Without the Jian family's backing, how could you have done this? I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not, I've already issued the blacklist order. From now on, anyone in the entertainment industry who gives you resources or dares to support you is going against me. You'll see if you don't believe me!"
"You—" An Qiuyan's face turned red with anger, "I don't believe you have that much power, you shameless bitch, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, a chilling glint flashed in Jiang Ling's eyes, and at the same time, a heavy slap landed on An Qiuyan's face.
*Slap!*
The crisp sound of the slap rang out like tearing silk.
Jiang Ling was utterly disgusted with An Qiuyan. This slap was delivered with full force, genuine and unadulterated.
Unable to withstand the impact, An Qiuyan stumbled backward and fell.
An Qiuyan's pure white face rapidly swelled and reddened at a visible rate. Her lips cracked, and blood oozed out.
This slap was completely beyond An Qiuyan's expectations.
Clutching her burning cheek, she glared at Jiang Ling, her eyes blazing with fury, "You... you dare to hit me..."
Jiang Ling, possessed by Yao Jinling, said fiercely, "Do I need a special occasion to slap you?"
With that, Jiang Ling flashed forward, raising her right hand, and delivered another slap to An Qiuyan's face.
With the second slap, An Qiuyan's face was now symmetrically swollen on both sides.
An Qiuyan's face was flushed with rage. At this moment, her only thought was to beat Jiang Ling to death, to smash her face.
She lunged forward, raising her palm, and made a move to slap Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling glanced at Sister Sa.
Sister Sa, wearing gloves, pounced on An Qiuyan and grabbed her.
"Let go, you bitch, let go of me quickly!"
An Qiuyan struggled fiercely but couldn't break free from Sister Sa's hold.
Sister Sa shouted, "Lingzi, slap her for me, slap her hard, slap her to death!"
Jiang Ling looked at her with a smile, her delicate hand gently stroking An Qiuyan's face, "Look at this face of yours, so pure, so alluring. It's a shame..."
Before she could finish, a palm shadow flashed before An Qiuyan's eyes.
There was a series of *slap-slap-slap* sounds, like firecrackers exploding. Dozens of slaps landed on An Qiuyan's face, beating her so badly that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.
The force of action is reciprocal; the one who hits also feels pain in their hand.
But Jiang Ling, wearing these magical 'mistreating people' gloves, felt as if she had received a rapid hand massage with dozens of slaps. Her body and heart were both incredibly exhilarated.
Jiang Ling's voice was as cold as ice, and she looked down at An Qiuyan, "How about it? Are you satisfied with my facial beauty massage?"
"You..."
An Qiuyan saw stars, her head throbbing with a dull ache, and blood seeped from her lips, staining her stark white teeth.
Her gaze was as if it could devour people. She glared at Jiang Ling with venom, "I'll sue you for assault. You just wait, this matter isn't over!"