Meng Feifei was so nearly choked by Gu Lingling’s words, she glared fiercely at her retreating back.
"What are you talking about? What’s this nonsense?" Lang Yimo asked Meng Feifei puzzledly, "What could a country girl like her have that you’re concerned about?"
Meng Feifei’s face turned even uglier.
What was she concerned about? It was a person, wasn’t it?
Yang Yunhai, the man she fell for at first sight, turned out to be the fiancée of this country bumpkin.
How could this be?
But this troublesome girl, knowing full well what was implied, was still so arrogant, it infuriated her.
Gu Lingling, let’s wait and see.
"It’s nothing." Meng Feifei said nonchalantly, "Let’s go. Didn’t you want me to treat you at the Taoran Inn? Today you can order whatever you want."
"That’s why you’re the best, Feifei," Lang Yimo said with a smile, "If I ever see that country girl, I’ll definitely give her a good lesson for you."
Meng Feifei chuckled with satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Gu Lingling had reached the entrance at the foot of the mountain, just as Mr. Zhou was getting out of the car.
"Why isn’t this Taoran Inn designed so cars can go straight to the entrance? Why make us walk this stretch?" Mr. Zhou asked in confusion.
"Walking up while enjoying the scenery, by the time we reach the dining spot, we’ll have worked up an appetite," Gu Lingling replied with a smile, "Besides, the more you work for something, the more you cherish it."
The estate here includes the dining area Taoran Inn, and the leisurely spots are also nearby.
There’s also a large golf course.
Gu Lingling wanted to help him, but he waved her off, "Let me walk a bit for exercise."
The old man’s health, after eating half a ginseng root brought by Gu Lingling and subsequent care, exercise, and Tai Chi practice, was much better now than when he first came back.
As they arrived, Meng Feifei and the others were just at the door.
From afar they heard her complaining with another woman, and as Gu Lingling approached, Lang Yimo nudged the oblivious Meng Feifei, "That shameless one is here again."
Gu Lingling’s gaze turned icy.
Lang Yimo was about to speak again but was intimidated by the cold look Gu Lingling gave her, awkwardly lowering her head to examine her shoes.
High heels.
A delicate girl like her, walking up would indeed be uncomfortable.
But those who were close to Meng Feifei were all the same.
Mr. Zhou obviously heard it too, his face turned cold as he glanced at them without speaking and led Gu Lingling inside.
Meng Feifei, however, wouldn’t let them pass just like that, "Oh, I was wondering where your sudden confidence came from, turns out you’ve climbed high."
Gu Lingling didn’t bother to respond.
Yet, Mr. Zhou stopped and didn’t follow Gu Lingling inside, stood there, and looked at the two of them, "Little girl, what did you have for breakfast?"
"Old man, what I had for breakfast is none of your business," Lang Yimo retorted dismissively.
"It’s indeed none of my business," Mr. Zhou stood up straight and said plainly, "But if your foul mouth’s stench invades my space, then it becomes my business."
"Who are you calling foul-mouthed?" Meng Feifei asked angrily.
"Huh? I explained it so clearly, yet you still don’t understand?" Mr. Zhou shook his head, "Ugly people indeed have offline IQ."
"Let me make it clearer then."
"I’m talking about you two, young girls with such gossiping mouths, do your family know?"
"Being released without proper upbringing, do your family know?"