While Yang Yi and Ling Mei discussed a few things, Jun Xinyi and a group of other models approached them with hate evident in their faces. "Don't be too full of yourself... soon it will all disappear like an empty wind," Jun Xinyi spat in anger.
Yan Yi made to reply, but Ling Mei stopped her gently, placing her hands on her shoulders. She turned gracefully, facing Jun Xinyi and the other models. "Is something the problem, Sister Xinyi?" Ling Mei asked with an oblivious look.
Jun Xinyi got angered by this. She hated it when Ling Mei feigned ignorance to her words. "Quit acting, bitch. You'd go nowhere with your lame walk," Jun Xinyi continued, spitting venomous words.
"Lame work, you said?" Ling Mei asked with raised eyebrows, an amused look on her face. Jun Xinyi felt embarrassed seeing her words had no effect on Ling Mei. She straightened her look and resumed her hateful gaze. "Yes, lame work... You think we don't know how you got here?" Jun Xinyi continued with a proud look on her face.
Ling Mei laughed heartily, hearing Jun Xinyi. "I'd like to hear your side of the story, Sister Xinyi," Ling Mei probed.
Jun Xinyi harrumphed proudly, "We know about your sugar daddy; otherwise, someone like you could never step foot in the zhang modelling industry." Jun Xinyi said with an evil smile, thinking she had finally hit the spot.
Ling Mei burst out laughing hard, not only was she amused but also surprised that they all thought she had a sugar daddy. Now she knew Jun Xinyi would do anything to tarnish her image. She turned, facing the other models. "Do you all think Sister Xinyi is better off than me?" she asked, still with that warm smile. The other models nodded vigorously, some even cursing her.
"Then she is better off at the beginners' section... Someone who is better than me wouldn't rupture the item given to her for modelling," Ling Mei said with a gentle look, whereas she had hit Jun Xinyi's weak spot. Jun Xinyi's eyes bulged in surprise and shock. How did Ling Mei get to know she had ruptured the piece given to her? She balled her hands into fists by her side, her knuckles turning white.
"You..." Jun Xinyi started.
"Lest I forget, you would have to pay for the damages... How pathetic, Sister Xinyi," Ling Mei continued, hitting another weak spot. Jun Xinyi felt like spitting blood. This Ling Mei was really a pain in the ass. She angrily stormed away, covering her face in shame.
Immediately Jun Xinyi stomped away, Ling Mei turned, facing the other models. "Now, where were we?" The other models all rushed away from the scene, avoiding being the next scapegoat.
Yan Yi clapped happily with a wide smile. "You were so cool, destroying her ego...," Yan Yi praised Ling Mei with a proud look. Ling Mei picked up her bag, preparing to leave the modelling agency.
"That's how you deal with your enemies: being calculative and then strike," Ling Mei said.
Ling Mei drove back to her apartment at the estate. She wasn't planning on going back to the ancestral mansion anytime soon. Just as she had contemplated, her phone rang, and boom, it was Ling Bao who was calling. She hesitantly picked up the call. "Hello, Grandpa..."
"You insolent child," Ling Bao barked at the other end. "Grandpa," Ling Mei whined.
"What?! You didn't bother to call me," Ling Bao continued. Ling Mei sighed heavily; she didn't have the energy to deal with her grandfather after the stunt Jun Xinyi pulled at the agency. "I've been busy, Grandpa, and I'm still angry at you," she said, dropping heavily onto the comfy bed.
"You... Do you want to grow old without getting married and giving me grandchildren?" Ling Bao inquired, hitting his cane on the ground. Ling Mei could hear the sound of the cane from the other side of the call.
"Grandpa... don't forget you tried to set me up with Young Master Feng," Ling Mei accused. Ling Bao caught his breath. "Shut up, young lady... Well, since you already had a date with Young Master Feng, prepare to meet with his mother. She wants to meet with you," Ling Bao dropped the bombshell with a note of finality in his voice.
"What?! No, I'm not even his girlfriend," Ling Mei complained with heaviness in her voice. Ling Bao replied without even giving her space to negotiate. "8 p.m., don't keep the matriarch waiting," and with that, he ended the call.
Ling Mei yelled loudly, seeing he already cut the call. She felt like strangling Feng Zhi. What the hell did that disrespectful man say to his mother? She didn't want any of this... she was still so young, and marriage wasn't even on her list. She dragged her hair in frustration. She was going to strangle that man to death whenever she laid her eyes on him.
Meanwhile, at the Feng's dynasty, Feng Zhi was busy with work. A subtle knock on the door broke his attention from the document he was going through.