Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai stopped halfway through her statement.
After about ten seconds, Yu Shali spoke first. “Liang Doukou, who has no shame? Who are you talking about?”
After Yu Shali brought this up, the other girls started to realize the people with decency Liang Doukou had referred to were people who liked to talk behind others’ backs. They had gossiped in front of her. Was she referring to them as people with no shame or decency?
The looks on their faces suddenly changed. They were all ready to talk back.
Qin Zhi’ai didn’t want to give them an opportunity to talk back. She glanced at Jiang Qianqian, who from the beginning had stood at the balcony without saying anything. She laid her eyes on Yu Shali and spoke before anyone could interrupt her, “I didn’t say you had no shame. Miss Yu used the words ‘no shame.'”
“You…” Yu Shali didn’t know how to respond, which made her mad.
“It seems that Miss Yu knows herself well,” Qin Zhi’ai added with a smile.
Hadn’t Yu Shali said Qin Zhi’ai had hit her?
Wasn’t she the one being mean to her and mocking her?
Then fine, she should continue fighting with them. She needed to give Jiang Qianqian a hard time to teach her a lesson.
Qin Zhi’ai went quiet for a while and said calmly, “If Miss Yu knows herself so well, I am not sure if Miss Yu notice the shade of her foundation does not match her dark skin. It makes the skin on her body look even darker.”
These girls were so spoiled and used to others’ compliments because of the money and power they had. When they were critiqued in front of everyone, they were enraged.
Just as Qin Zhi’ai thought, she had given Jiang Qianqian cause to speak. However, Jiang Qianqian could only stutter, “You, you, you—” without saying a complete sentence as she pointed at Qin Zhi’ai. She was so enraged that she turned around to grab a wine glass from her friend and threw it in Qin Zhi’ai’s face.
She moved so fast that Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t dodge from it, especially since she didn’t feel good. Qin Zhi’ai turned her head slightly but, most of the cold wine had gone to her neck and ran down the dress though the collar.The wine was all over her upper body.
The coldness of the wine caused a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She held her breath with her head tilted to the side and waited for the pain to pass. She slowly turned around and took a look at the group of girls with a cold look. She said coldly, “Don’t you think you need call 911?”
“Haha,” Yu Shali laughed like she had heard the funniest joke. “Do I have to call 911 because I spilled a glass of wine on you? Do you think you can charge me with assault over a glass of wine? Are you a porcelain doll?”
“No,” Qin Zhi’ai interrupted Yu Shali with a calm voice. The way she looked Yu Shali was calm and polite, but what she said was very pressing. “I wanted you to call 911 for yourself. I think you need to see a neurologist for brain damage.”