Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Showdown with the Heartthrob
Just as Sheng Yueyue was fantasizing about skinning Gu Jiaojiao alive, the wicked mother-in-law beside her suddenly pointed at Song Zijin.
She taunted her, "Haha! Jinx, you see that girl next to my Zijin?"
Sheng Yueyue followed her mother-in-law’s finger and saw a glamorous young woman standing beside Song Zijin.
She wore a long, light blue dress that accentuated her sizzling figure, and her makeup was striking.
One arm was linked with Song Zijin’s, while a slender finger on her other hand pointed ahead. She was saying something, a sweet smile on her face.
Sheng Yueyue recognized her at a glance. It was the young lady from the Wen family, one of the great families of Qing City.
In her previous life, that girl had married Xiao Lv, the head of Qing City’s powerful Xiao Family. The couple was constantly on television.
Wen Qing was widely acknowledged as a national sweetheart, a goddess in the hearts of all men.
She was the object of every woman’s envy, living a far more glamorous life than even the Gu Jiaojiao of her past life.
That was why Sheng Yueyue recognized her instantly. She shot Wen Qing a wary glance. ’This is not good,’ she thought.
’What is Wen Qing’s relationship with Song Zijin?’
’They never had any scandals together in my past life!’
Seeing the jinx’s face drain of color, Aunt Song became as excited as if she’d been pumped full of adrenaline.
Because of this jinx’s terrible reputation, her precious son, Zijin, had been ruined by association.
It caused their family’s old master to grow distant from his once-favorite grandson, Zijin, and turn his affections to that sickly weakling, Song Zijie.
It wasn’t that the old master couldn’t tell a diamond from a stone; it was all this jinx’s fault.
As long as the jinx was suffering, Aunt Song was overjoyed. It was like eating a popsicle on a hot summer day—a chill that went straight to her heart and made her spirits soar.
So, she gloated, "You don’t recognize that young lady, do you? She’s the daughter of a high official in Qing City, you know!"
Sheng Yueyue had already recognized her but refused to believe that girl could possibly know Song Zijin.
Suppressing her rage, she asked the wicked old woman, "You talk as if you’re such good friends. Do you even know her name?"
"Of course I know her. Her surname is Wen, and her name is Qing’er," Aunt Song said, seeing the jinx’s face turn white.
She grinned smugly, as if parading her victory before the onlookers.
Sheng Yueyue shot her mother-in-law a vicious glare. "Hmph. Get lost. I’ll deal with you when we get back."
She undoubtedly loathed Wen Qing. In fact, it could be said that she loathed any woman who was more beautiful than her.
Moreover, Wen Qing was currently holding her husband’s arm, which sent her into a towering rage.
"Oh-ho! Jinx, we’ll see who deals with whom! I’m happy just watching you squirm," Aunt Song yelled at Sheng Yueyue’s retreating back.
"Madam Song, how can you talk to your daughter-in-law like that?"
"Madam Song isn’t wrong. Sheng Yueyue is a jinx! The moment she returned to the Sheng Family, that loving couple got divorced!"
"She really is a jinx. Look, the Sheng Family’s second son is in a wheelchair now. Tsk, tsk..."
Hearing the constant stream of mockery and disdain from the crowd, Sheng Yueyue’s face turned deathly pale. Rage and indignation coursed through her.
Suppressing her towering fury, she walked toward Song Zijin. "Wen Qing, are you very close with my Zijin?"
Sheng Yueyue flashed Wen Qing an obsequious smile, but her mind was already made up.
’If Wen Qing isn’t after Song Zijin, I can be generous and let her hold his arm.’
’After all, Wen Qing is a national sweetheart, so I can afford to be magnanimous. But if Wen Qing also has designs on Song Zijin, then I’ll drive her away immediately.’
’Even if it means a showdown with the national sweetheart, I absolutely cannot let this vixen destroy my marriage. Song Zijin is my last resort.’
"And who are you? Zijin and I are very close. We grew up together. You could say we’ve been thick as thieves since we were in diapers."
Wen Qing explained, looking at Sheng Yueyue’s furious face. She guessed this savage-looking woman must be Song Zijin’s wife.
’She must also be the true heiress who was swapped at birth with Gu Jiaojiao, the one who’s always making trouble for her. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’
"My name is Sheng Yueyue. I’m Zijin’s wife. I saw you holding onto Zijin’s arm from a distance and thought you must have a crush on him."
"Oh, so you’re my sister-in-law. Just think about it, who would fall for a guy whose bare butt they saw all the time as a kid? There’s no mystery left at all. My memories are just full of him with a runny nose."
Wen Qing was telling the truth. She really didn’t like Song Zijin and didn’t hold him in high regard.
The only reason she was holding onto Song Zijin’s arm was because she’d seen him staring dazedly at Gu Jiaojiao, and she wanted to use him to break up Su Shuochi and Gu Jiaojiao.
Her father had repeatedly warned her not to provoke Su Shuochi, but if someone else broke up his marriage, well, that would have nothing to do with her.
"Heh. So you dislike my husband that much, do you? Then what are you doing holding his arm?"
Sheng Yueyue smiled, trying to sow discord. Her tone was clearly laced with mockery.
"Don’t you trust your own husband, sister-in-law?" Wen Qing retorted, her expression darkening.
’Hmph! Trying to drive a wedge, are we? Like that’s so hard!’
Meanwhile, Song Zijin’s heart and eyes were completely filled with Gu Jiaojiao. He had known since they were children that Wen Qing looked down on him, and likewise, he had never thought much of her.
It was just as Wen Qing had said: who would fall for a bratty girl whose bare bottom they’d seen all the time as a child? His memories were filled with the gross image of her with a runny nose.
Song Zijin paid no attention to the two women clashing in front of him, his gaze still fixed dazedly on Gu Jiaojiao in the distance.
Sheng Yueyue, having lived two lives, was no fool. Of course she could see that Wen Qing was deliberately trying to sow discord.
She thought about her recent run of bad luck. On her wedding day, that Miss Jiang had actually tried to steal the groom right in front of everyone.
If it weren’t for the experience she’d gained from being married in her past life, she might not have even made it through the ceremony.
And especially Song Zijin, who had the audacity to call out that bitch Gu Jiaojiao’s name in his sleep.
On top of that, she had to endure her wicked mother-in-law’s abuse all day. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. And even though she knew Wen Qing was just trying to stir up trouble...
Sheng Yueyue still fell for it. She blurted out, "How could I not trust Zijin?~
"Sigh! It’s just my husband’s curse for being so handsome. He’s always attracting unwanted attention."
"A fly will always find shit if it looks hard enough. As long as they share the same stench, they’ll be drawn to each other no matter the distance."
Wen Qing hadn’t expected Sheng Yueyue to be even more audacious than the rumors claimed, daring to make such thinly veiled insults at her expense.
’Unbelievable!’
She had just suffered a major loss at Gu Jiaojiao’s hands a couple of days ago and was full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent it.
"Sheng Yueyue! Are you trying to insult me? Who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that?"
"What did I say to insult you?" Sheng Yueyue shot back, planting her hands on her hips with an air of absolute fearlessness.
"You called me a fly."
"Are you a fly? You’re the one saying it! I never mentioned any names."
’In her past life, Wen Qing was on TV all the time, but so what? In this life, I’m not afraid of her. I’m the chosen one, after all.’
’In my past life, I never heard anything about Wen Qing going after Song Zijin. Why is she trying to steal him in this life?’
"You... You..." Wen Qing was so furious she was hopping mad. She flung Song Zijin’s arm aside and charged toward Sheng Yueyue.
