The wearer, however, was in for a miserable time. Though these gloves were so thin they were almost invisible, their surface possessed extreme friction. A single slap would guarantee redness, swelling, and bleeding.
With these miraculous gloves, there was no need to summon Cui Guo from "Pure Origin Musk Tradition" to beat a hateful person's mouth to a pulp.
Such divine attire was perfectly suited for dealing with An Qiuyan.
Jiang Ling accepted the gloves handed over by Sister Sa, then sat on the sofa, picked up a cup of top-grade Da Hong Pao, and savored it elegantly.
Before long, An Qiuyan stormed in, her footsteps hurried and her face flushed with anger.
Her clear, pure, and delicate face, the size of a palm, was filled with violent rage, making it appear extremely twisted and ferocious.
She charged at Jiang Ling, yelling, "You detestable woman, how dare you use such despicable means to plot against me!"
Upon hearing An Qiuyan's words, Jiang Ling's mouth twitched speechlessly.
Her mind couldn't help but recall the classic line from Di Renjie: "To be arrogant before and humble afterward, it makes one laugh to think about it."
Before Jiang Ling could reply, An Qiuyan continued, "Don't deny it. This is your doing. Besides you, this sinister and cunning woman, no one would use such a method to disgust me."
Jiang Ling smiled, her smile exceptionally charming, yet tinged with endless sarcasm and mockery.
"That's right, it was me. Do you like this grand gift?"
"You—" An Qiuyan was furious, pointing a finger at Jiang Ling's nose and exclaiming, "Shameless! Brazen! The old saying goes, don't hit someone in the face when fighting, and don't expose their flaws when scolding. You are too shameless!"
"Heh heh!" Jiang Ling let out two scoffing laughs. "When it comes to shamelessness, how can I compare to you? You know better than I do how Zhang Lian's online accusation of my filial impiety, which led to me being cyberbullied, came about."
An Qiuyan was momentarily choked by her words, but instead of reflecting on herself, she only felt Jiang Ling had wronged her. She retorted, "So what if I did it? If you hadn't repeatedly made things difficult for me, why would I have used this method against you? This is all your fault; you can't blame me!"
She attributed all her misfortunes since her rebirth to Jiang Ling, believing everything was Jiang Ling's fault. She merely intended to give Jiang Ling a 'small lesson' using this incident.
She had made a mistake yet dared to be so righteous and unashamed.
Jiang Ling couldn't help but admire An Qiuyan's thick skin.
An Qiuyan, however, became more animated as she spoke. "From the very beginning, if you hadn't been overconfident and insisted on snatching Shen Mingjue from me, I wouldn't have used the assassination attempt against you. After you were targeted by the entire internet, not only did you not repent, but you dared to be so coquettish and overbearing, repeatedly taking away opportunities that rightfully belonged to me. First it was the Heavenly Mountain Child Elder, then the Little Fairy, then Ye Tianyu, and now you even dare to use An Wu Yan to plot against me, ruining my reputation, you..."
She pointed a finger at Jiang Ling, saying hatefully, "You are too malicious. How can there be such an evil woman like you in this world?"
Jiang Ling's head filled with black lines; she wished she could find a piece of tofu to smash herself against.
Great transmigration gods, what did I do wrong in my past life that you insist on arranging such an idiot to disgust me?
It was like a scholar meeting a soldier; reason could not be explained.
Since she was so good at imagining things, Jiang Ling decided to play the villain to the very end.
Jiang Ling nodded, "Yes, I did all these things. I am inherently malicious, what can you do about it?"
"You..."
An Qiuyan, seeing Jiang Ling admit it so readily, felt her throat constrict. She was suddenly at a loss for words.