Chapter 119: War of Words

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"I don't think so? The craftsmanship looks quite good."

Even for the tiny details Jian An'an mentioned, Song Wanning didn't take her word for it right away—she raised her doubts instead.

Afraid that Song Wanning might take the dress back, Jian An'an clutched the garment bag tightly with both hands, gazing at Song Wanning with hopeful eyes, trying to bewilder her with words.

"It's fine, really. I think it's getting late—we should get going soon, or we'll miss the tea party. Let's head back to the car first, and I'll fix the dress for you. Once we get there, I'll give it to you."

Song Wanning shook her head again. "No, I truly think this dress suits you better."

She meant what she said. All she really wanted was to put a little more strain on Jian An'an's finances—whether she actually received the dress or not, she didn't care much.

Meanwhile, Nan Yan had already changed out of her dress.

When she found Song Wanning and saw that her hands were empty, she immediately asked, "Wanning, haven't you picked out your outfit yet?"

Before Song Wanning could answer, Jian An'an chimed in enthusiastically, "She's chosen one—it's the one I gave her!"

"Huh? Why would you suddenly give her a dress?" Nan Yan found it odd.

Song Wanning grabbed Nan Yan's hand and walked forward. "So, what do you think of this outfit on me for the tea party?"

Nan Yan gave her a once-over from head to toe.

Finally, she delivered a verdict. "If you were a man, this outfit would suit you perfectly!"

When Song Wanning left the house, she had changed into casual clothes—a pristine white shirt underneath, a light beige thin long trench coat over it, black trousers on the bottom, and a pair of brown low-heeled boots on her feet.

Her raven-black hair was tied up high, giving her a distinctly androgynous look—sharp, crisp, and effortlessly cool.

Song Wanning wore a smile on her face. "I have plenty of experience dressing up as a man, you know!"

She was being completely serious, but Nan Yan thought she was joking and playfully started roughhousing with her.

As the group was leaving, the waitress handed a membership card to each of Shen Yue, Yun Ze, and Wen Jingxing.

Song Wanning found it a little strange—hadn't Wen Jingxing not bought anything? But she didn't press further.

What if Wen Jingxing was a regular customer here?

With his wealth, buying these things should be well within his means.

Everyone rode over by car, and it took them over ten minutes to reach the Flower Field Center.

Along the way, everyone was admiring the scenery.

Everyone, that is, except Jian An'an, who was diligently carrying out her grand scheme.

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First, she took a pair of scissors and trimmed the so-called loose threads, then gently and carefully made an extra cut at every single lace loop on the back of the dress.

Seeing how focused she was, Shen Yue couldn't help speaking up. "An'an, let me help you!"

This gave Jian An'an, already feeling guilty, a tremendous fright—so much so that the scissors stabbed right into her finger.

"Ah!"

She let out a quiet yelp, and ignoring the pain, quickly moved her injured finger away, terrified that blood might accidentally stain the dress. If that happened, the hundred thousand yuan she'd spent would have gone straight down the drain!

Seeing this, Shen Yue felt deeply guilty and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the blood. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine, it was my own carelessness." Jian An'an's eyes reddened slightly from the pain.

Jin Jianyi also rushed over to fuss over her, but he had to keep driving and couldn't afford to be too distracted.

At that moment, Shen Yue couldn't help complaining again. "Ugh, can't you tell Song Wanning doesn't give a damn about you? Why do you even bother being so attentive to her? Trimming the loose threads on her dress?! You treat her as a friend—does she treat you as one? She even picks and chooses when you give her something!"

Jian An'an quickly grabbed Shen Yue's hand. "Enough, Sister Shen Yue, don't talk about her anymore. Let's just say this is all my own wishful thinking—it's what I have to do to be her friend."

"I really feel like it's not worth it for you!" Shen Yue said.

As for matters between women, Jin Jianyi, being a man, felt it wasn't his place to say too much, so he kept silent.

Meanwhile, Jian An'an also opened her livestream at that very moment, and the viewers began discussing the whole affair.

Of course, anyone appearing in her livestream was bound to be a true fan beyond doubt, and they all rushed to speak up for Jian An'an.

["Song Wanning is such a wicked woman. Jian An'an is practically throwing herself at her to please her, and she still acts so high and mighty! I really don't know what those brainless people online see in Song Wanning!"]

["She's nowhere near as good as our An'an—beautiful, kind-hearted, and innocent."]

["I told you from the very start—a woman who looks like Song Wanning is clearly not a good person. She seems all soft and fragile on the surface, but she's vicious and venomous underneath!"]

["Jian An'an really wasted a hundred thousand yuan buying her that dress—she doesn't know what's good for her!"]

However, a few fans who still had some sense said:

["Song Wanning did say at first that accepting the dress meant taking Jian An'an as her friend, but when Jian An'an was paying, she refused to accept the dress and even told Jian An'an several times that the dress suited her better."]

["When Jian An'an was subtly insulting Song Wanning earlier, why didn't any of you say An'an was malicious? Why is it that just because Jian An'an was the one in the wrong and lowered her head first, Song Wanning has to immediately say she forgives her?!"]

But after all, this was Jian An'an's turf, and her livestream was packed with blind fans. Soon, those reasonable comments were drowned out by a tidal wave of abuse.

In the end, no one dared to speak up for justice anymore.

As for Jian An'an, who was hailed by her fans as a kind little angel, she was currently using her phone to contact Song Xin.

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Jian An'an: ["Have you guys arrived yet?"]

Song Xin: ["We're here, but the doorman said we don't have an invitation card and won't let us in."]

Jian An'an: ["It's fine. Go change your clothes first. There are quite a lot of us, so just pretend to be part of our crew when you come in."]

Song Xin: ["Okay! Contact me if anything else comes up."]

Jian An'an: ["Yes, wait a moment—there's something I need to ask of you."]

Jian An'an: ["When you stall her later, make sure to pick a place with lots of people, the more the better. Then, when she's not paying attention, go up and yank hard on the hem of her dress!"]

Song Xin: ["Huh? Why? Alright, well, you'd better get over here quickly."]

Though Song Xin found it very strange, she didn't ask further.

Now that they could find Song Wanning again through Jian An'an, her whole family was overjoyed.

Their family was dirt poor now—she had to eat plain cabbage over rice every single day, and it was absolutely disgustingly awful, okay?!

But Young Master Wen had people at the resort block her family, preventing them from going to find Song Wanning.

Otherwise, how could she have fallen so low as to suffer through days of plain white rice?

…

When Song Wanning arrived at the venue, she noticed two peculiar figures—one big and one small—crouching along one of the ridges in the flower field.

The view here was excellent, allowing one to see all the way to the far horizon in a single glance.

There weren't many people around, which made the two oddly dressed individuals all the more suspicious.

They both wore black hats, black masks, and black clothes.

Almost identical to Jiang Mingzhao's outfit.

Song Wanning felt like the two of them seemed oddly familiar, yet she couldn't quite recall where she might have seen them before.

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