Chapter 114: Time to Set a Trap~

Song Wanning had already dug the trap; she was simply waiting for Jian An'an to step into it.

"I love the clothes in Flower City, and I already promised Nan Yan that we'd go shopping together. Since you say you're my good friend, wouldn't it be only right for you to come with me?"

Song Wanning's eyes curved with a smile, like a sly fox.

Just from her expression, Wen Jingxing could tell she was definitely up to something, though he was more than willing to go along with her.

But whatever Song Wanning was planning, she would never tell him.

She remembered that in the novel's storyline, when Jian An'an first came to the capital, she had also attended a ladies' tea party among the elite.

By then, however, the variety show had already ended. It was her first visit to the Jin household, and Madam Jin had been especially delighted that her son had found such a gentle and capable girl.

The very next day, she had taken Jian An'an along to the gathering.

That day, Jian An'an wore a gown designed by Flower City's most famous designer, a dress Madam Jin had spent a fortune on.

Coupled with her tactful, every-angle-perfect manner, she immediately became the object of admiration and envy for every girl at the tea party.

With that, she smoothly entered the circle of the wealthy.

And by an unfortunate twist of fate, the original Song Wanning had also been at that tea party.

She had been invited by her younger sister, Song Xin.

Song Xin told her that she had prepared the single most beautiful dress there especially for her.

The original girl did not hesitate for even a second before rushing over.

But in truth, that day had been a trap set by Jian An'an and Song Xin together. They had chosen a crowded place precisely so they could make things difficult for her, humiliate her, and force her to make a spectacle of herself in front of everyone.

The stitching on that dress had already been tampered with. The moment she crouched down, the seams would burst apart and the fabric would fall into pieces.

And that day, Song Xin had deliberately set aside her handbag. Since she was wearing a tight dress and could not easily crouch down, she did not even need to call out; the original girl bent down at once to pick it up for her.

The result was exactly as one might imagine: the instant she crouched, the clothes on her body split open, leaving only a chilling draft against her back.

Whether it had been deliberate or not, someone there had loudly mocked her, shouting that she was a fat woman, and that she had actually split her dress open by being too broad.

The original girl had no choice but to flee the venue in utter disgrace, clutching the front of her dress.

Afterward, she had always believed it was her own fault. Even before her death, at five feet six and barely seventy-nine pounds, she still thought she was fat.

That incident became one of the knots in her heart.

Song Wanning knew that if Jian An'an still wanted to keep approaching Wen Jingxing, she would definitely agree to this.

As expected, the next second Jian An'an hurriedly nodded. "I'm your good friend, of course I should go with you."

Song Wanning lifted a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then, with a slow smile, she said, "I really, really like the clothes inside. As my good friend, shouldn't you buy me one of the things I like?"

She knew Jian An'an had never changed.

Whether in the novel or now, the woman had the same deep, poisonous heart. It was only because, in this life, she had run into Song Wanning that she had been unable to turn those schemes on her.

The truly innocent and kind-hearted girl of the original story had already been played to death by Jian An'an's tricks, dying of depression in the end.

So Song Wanning would show Jian An'an no mercy.

She remembered clearly that Jian An'an barely had any money left on her.

The clothes in Flower City were expensive, so expensive that even buying one dress was something Madam Jin would regard as a lavish expenditure.

Let alone the penniless Jian An'an now.

Before she truly latched onto Jin Jianyi, he had not given her any spending money at all.

He himself did not earn a salary. Whenever he needed money, he took it from home, and Madam Jin arranged everything for him properly.

Only once, when he was drunk, Jian An'an had pretended to comfort him. Yet the intoxicated Jin Jianyi had actually acted on his feelings, and only at the very last moment did he force himself to stop.

It was from that night onward that his feelings for Jian An'an changed from affection to guilt. He began learning how to earn money on his own and handed everything he made to her.

Only then did Jian An'an's spending grow generous.

And having tasted the sweetness of it, she brought that matter up often enough.

That was why Song Wanning was certain of it. When she set the trap a little later, Jian An'an would rather die than take out her wallet.

After all, Jian An'an did not possess that much benevolence. Even if she had to maintain the appearance of friendship with Song Wanning in order to get close to Wen Jingxing, she would not willingly spend money on her.

Seeing her hesitate, Song Wanning said at once, "Jingxing, look. Nan Yan already agreed to buy me one. Yet when it comes to me, my friend still has to hesitate over whether to give me something, and the clothes inside aren't even expensive. Is she really my friend?"

For Wen Jingxing, the clothes in Flower City were naturally not expensive.

"Mmh, they are indeed very cheap," he said.

Song Wanning merely snorted. "Then let's go. We'd better just go have fun on our own."

As she spoke, she pressed her hand to the window, about to close it.

"Fine."

No matter what Song Wanning said or did, Wen Jingxing cooperated with her completely. He immediately started the car, ready to leave.

Seeing this, Jian An'an grew anxious. There was only one chance. If she missed it, it would be gone forever.

She quickly said, "Wait! That's not what I meant. I was just thinking about what style of clothes would suit you..."

Song Wanning lowered the window again. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow us."

"Ah! Yes, yes..."

Only then did Jian An'an react. She quickly pulled Shen Yue, who had not managed to say a single word the whole time, and got back into the car.

In the front seat, Jin Jianyi turned the car around while saying to Jian An'an, "An'an, are you really all right?"

He had originally meant to ask whether she really had the money.

But remembering the last few times his poor choice of words had upset her, he did not dare say it so directly.

"No problem at all!" Jian An'an said, forcing calm.

That place was where the tea party would be held, so she knew the clothes there would definitely not be cheap.

But she had never imagined a single dress could cost that much.

The most expensive boutique she had ever visited had only sold clothes in the ten-thousand range.

She still had money on her card, and this was something she could grit her teeth and manage.

Once the variety show ended and Li Weiwei paid out the rest of the appearance fee, she would have money again.

By then, repaying Zhou Xiancheng would no longer be a problem.

Even now, Jian An'an still felt that signing this variety show contract had been well worth it.

Not only was the pay high, she could also get close to someone as important as Wen Jingxing.

In fact, the contract had not originally been assigned to her, but to another artist from the same company.

It was just that the other artist's manager happened to have fallen gravely ill at the time, and Sister Yu had taken over for a while.

With one glance, Sister Yu could tell this show would definitely bring them fame, so she made a neat switch, claiming that the artist was ill as well, and handed the contract to Jian An'an instead.

Well, well, at last I caught up with the update today. Working twelve hours a day is truly so annoying...

The end.