Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Only a Villain Can Tame a Villain

"Is that so? And the shell? It didn’t die, did it?"

Hearing Wen Jingxing say that, Song Wanning suddenly remembered the shell that had been on the verge of death and blurted out the question.

The topic changed so abruptly that even Wen Jingxing froze for a moment. Then he smiled helplessly. "It’s still alive, and it’s been raised very well. It has quite an appetite."

"Then where is it?" Song Wanning asked, blinking her large eyes at him.

She had no idea how adorably rebellious that look was in Wen Jingxing’s eyes.

"I’ve kept it in your room."

"All right, then I’ll go see it right now!"

Song Wanning was a woman of action; saying so, she truly was about to go at once.

Wen Jingxing said, "Take it slow. Watch your step—the floor is slippery. Just keep this necklace."

"Really?..."

Song Wanning stopped and looked at him with uncertainty.

At the very least, she had seen countless treasures. How could she possibly lack the discernment to tell the good from the bad?

But Wen Jingxing had also said that the pearls came from that shell, and she truly wanted them.

"Really. You can rest easy."

In the end, under Wen Jingxing’s soft, persuasive gaze, Song Wanning could not help herself and accepted the necklace.

"Then you can rest easy too. I’ll take very good care of it!" she said with a broad grin.

Wen Jingxing’s eyes grew tender. "A necklace is meant to be worn. You don’t need to put it away."

"All right."

Song Wanning nodded and agreed.

Meanwhile, Jian An'an rode with the production crew’s car to visit the front gates of Yunze and Nanyan’s homes in turn, and only afterward returned to the Jin family home.

After seeing the residences of the first three children from truly affluent and powerful families, Jian An'an now found the Jin family’s golden three-story villa somewhat ordinary.

A flicker of disdain crossed her eyes, and it happened to be caught by Deng Jinfeng, Jin Jianyi’s mother, who had come out to welcome her son.

Jin Jianyi’s mother was named Deng Jinfeng. In the past, she had been a country woman born and raised in a rural village, but she was stunningly beautiful, the loveliest woman within a hundred li.

Her temper, however, was fierce, and she often argued with the villagers.

They called her a vixen, saying that with a face like that, who knew whom she was trying to seduce.

Deng Jinfeng was not one to back down and cursed them all right back.

Over time, fewer and fewer people were willing to come to her door to propose marriage.

The Deng family did not want to keep a useless burden, so they sold her cheaply to Jin Zhangdong, a village gambler.

Everyone said Deng Jinfeng was finished now and would surely be beaten black and blue after marrying him.

But to everyone’s astonishment, Jin Zhangdong did not beat Deng Jinfeng at all. On the contrary, he doted on her. A few years later, when Jin Jianyi was born, Jin Zhangdong even quit gambling.

What no one expected even more was that not long after, Jin Zhangdong made a fortune through stock investments and instantly became the village’s most famous wealthy man.

With people flattering him day after day, Deng Jinfeng naturally learned, after seeing enough of it, what kind of people those who came seeking favor really were.

So she could tell at a glance that this Jian An'an was no harmless sort.

Before they had even arrived, her son had called to say that proper lodging had to be prepared, and that the food should be lavish as well.

When she let Jin Jianyi appear on the show, her intention had been for him to find a good girlfriend to bring home, not to have him led astray by some seductive little troublemaker.

While watching the variety show, Deng Jinfeng had not felt especially strongly about Jian An'an, but she had often seen her own son completely bewitched by the woman.

Deng Jinfeng was not some old-fashioned woman who could not bear to see her son treat his partner well.

But she truly had no fondness for Jian An'an.

Jian An'an looked at the richly dressed woman before her, who nonetheless carried a trace of hostility, and suppressed the sense of disappointment in her heart. With some uncertainty, she asked, "Are you Brother Jianyi’s mother?"

The corner of Deng Jinfeng’s mouth twitched. What kind of absurd way was that to address her?!

Forget just Jianyi—Brother Jianyi?

Her fiery temper could not stand such words. "If I’m not, then who am I supposed to be?"

With that retort, she threw the question back at Jian An'an, leaving her somewhat embarrassed.

Jian An'an stood there at a loss, looking at Jin Jianyi with an innocent, pitiful expression.

Jin Jianyi’s heart softened at once, and he stepped forward to take Deng Jinfeng by the arm. "Mom, what kind of thing is that to say!"

"What? Have you got a wife and already forgotten your mother? Now you even dare to question your own mom?"

Deng Jinfeng did not spare even her son, turning on him as well.

Jin Jianyi scratched his head. "No, Mom. Come inside and sit down. The sun is too strong out here."

Beside them, Jian An'an frowned more and more as she listened.

Jin Jianyi kept saying Mom this and Mom that. Could he be a mama’s boy?!

He did have some potential in that regard, but if he truly dared to be one, Jin Zhangdong would be the first to break his legs.

The more Jian An'an looked, the more dissatisfied she felt. But since she was already here, and had even agreed with the director that she would stay at the Jin family home for the second half of the show, how could she possibly back out?

Fine. It was only half a month, after all.

Suppressing her impatience, Jian An'an had no choice but to carry the two suitcases inside, one in each hand.

Meanwhile, Jin Jianyi walked in empty-handed, supporting his mother.

She still did not know just how wrong this decision was.

What would await her in the future was a nightmare.

After Jian An'an entered the house and had only just sat down on the sofa, her phone immediately rang.

When she looked at it, she saw that it was Zhou Xiancheng. The next second, she hung up at once.

In the living room, there were only Jin Jianyi, Deng Jinfeng, and her. The two of them had just been speaking with great enthusiasm when Jian An'an’s ringtone suddenly cut them off.

All of them looked over.

Jian An'an could only smile awkwardly and explain, "It’s just a sales call..."

But before she had even finished speaking, the phone rang again.

Jian An'an hurriedly hung up and said, not changing expression, "It’s still a nuisance call..."

But for a third time, the phone rang again.

Jian An'an was getting somewhat annoyed, and Deng Jinfeng was looking at her with some suspicion as well. "It’s not a sales call, is it? They’ve called you three times in such a hurry. It must be something urgent. If it’s inconvenient for you to answer here, go outside."

"Yes... Auntie, I’ll go out right now."

After saying that, Jian An'an took her phone and walked out of the living room, feeling rather humiliated.

She had not even dared to answer the call just now, yet Deng Jinfeng had been so considerate as to tell her to go outside and take it, which only made Jian An'an seem petty.

Another surge of anger rose in Jian An'an’s heart, and she simply hung up.

The other party was truly persistent, calling again and again.

Jian An'an kept hanging up until her temper finally eased, and only then did she answer.

She had no idea that Zhou Xiancheng, on the other end, was already nearly driven mad by her attitude.

"Hello! Jian An'an, why did you take so long to answer my call? And you kept hanging up just now. Are you sick in the head?"

"Are you the one who’s sick in the head? I hung up so many times, which means I was busy. Yet you kept calling and calling—you have no sense of tact at all!"

Both of them were full of anger, and the moment they spoke, they began cursing each other.

I posted this too early...

End of chapter.