Inside the pub, the music remained lively and energetic, the lights still a mix of colorful crisscrosses. But when that slap landed, it was as if it came with its own spotlight effect. With Ji Mingshu at the center, all surrounding gazes converged.
—”Listen now, does one hand make a sound when it slaps?”
—”Yes, extremely loud.”
The spectators silently answered in their hearts.
The little white flower had recently acted in a historical web drama. The drama followed a mindless, lighthearted style that lacked logic but generated high discussion and was considered a minor hit. As the second female lead, she had become somewhat recognizable.
Looking toward the source of the sound, many people recognized her, and immediately, flashes from secret photos accompanied by whispers rose and fell.
Most people didn’t care much about the origin of the conflict; they were more surprised that someone would get physical at Young Master Zhang’s birthday party. Was this young lady trying to slap Young Master Zhang’s face or deliberately causing trouble?
Zhang Baoshu, sitting not far away, was also completely stunned.
Earlier, from a distance, she couldn’t see the face clearly, but now, seeing Ji Mingshu up close, she unconsciously began to acknowledge what Cen Sen had said that night.
With a pearl nearby, why bother with fireflies?
The scene remained oddly silent for dozens of seconds amid the lively uproar.
The little white flower’s friend came to her senses and quickly shielded her, shouting at Ji Mingshu: “How could you do this? Who are you? What are you trying to do by hitting someone?”
“Exactly, can’t you talk things out properly? Do you have any class?” Another person chimed in.
The little white flower herself didn’t speak, just biting her lip with a pitiful look as if she hadn’t recovered her senses.
But she quickly remembered that day in Paris when this woman had also stood up for Jiang Chun, forcing Yan to apologize.
At that time, Yan seemed unwilling to argue with this woman, so this woman probably had some background.
Thinking of this, she pressed her lips together, lowered her head, and remained silent, executing the white lotus flower trilogy with perfect fluency.
Her friend, completely oblivious, still maintained a righteous attitude of “we’re the ones who have been wronged,” asking Ji Mingshu one after another to explain.
Ji Mingshu didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids. She took a warm towel that the little country bumpkin had conjured up from somewhere, unhurriedly wiped her hands, with a casual arrogance in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, perfectly portraying the “I’ll hit you when I want, regardless of the occasion” fearless demeanor.
If anyone present tonight had dealt with Cen Sen before, they might have discovered that this couple handled people in the same high-handed manner.
Soon, Young Master Zhang came over after hearing the commotion.
The little white flower’s friend was equally plastic. Seeing Zhang the Second’s approach, her voice suddenly became coquettish, trying to use this opportunity to act poutingly toward him, “Boss Zhang, what’s with this young lady? She just came over and hit someone for no reason. Today is your birthday party, isn’t this disrespecting you?”
Zhang the Second was stunned for three seconds by the coquettish voice, looking left and right, not yet understanding how these completely unrelated women could have any connection.
Fortunately, he hadn’t started drinking yet, so his mind was quite clear. After figuring out who hit whom, he relaxed a little.
He quickly turned his head and attentively asked: “Sister Shu, is your hand okay? Does it hurt? Should I find someone to bring some medicine?”
Ji Mingshu smiled lightly, “It’s fine. I’m sorry, it’s your birthday, I should have held back.”
She really hadn’t intended to crash someone’s party, but coincidentally, when she just went to the restroom with Jiang Chun, the little white flower’s bitchy “it takes two hands to make a clap” remark had fallen perfectly into her ears, and she acted impulsively without much thought.
Zhang the Second waved his hand dismissively, “Hey! It’s no big deal! Sister, as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters!”
He called someone over to bring a fresh towel for Ji Mingshu’s hand, and a string of flattering words poured out.
In a free moment, he turned back to glance at the little white flower and her sisters. He didn’t do anything to them; after all, it was his birthday, and he didn’t want to make the atmosphere too tense.
But someone didn’t know better. Ji Mingshu didn’t want to cause more trouble at someone else’s birthday party, but there was still someone who made a cold snort for show after she turned around.
Ji Mingshu paused slightly and looked back.
The one who snorted was the little white flower’s friend, quite arrogant, not even looking directly at her.
The little white flower continued to cover the side of her face that had been slapped, tears welling in her eyes but not falling.
Ji Mingshu found it amusing, “You’re already a mistress, but still not prepared to get slapped at any time? Your professional quality isn’t up to par.”
Zhang the Second suddenly got angry too, turning back with an impatient frown, “What’s wrong with you all? Who smuggled in these things? Are you deliberately trying to ruin the last ten years before I turn thirty? It’s my birthday, and you’re here crying as if at a funeral. What grievance do I have with you?”
The little white flower was so startled that the tears that had been skillfully welling in her eyes suddenly fell.
Zhang the Second was even more furious, not wanting to speak anymore, just gesturing for someone to remove these inauspicious people.
The surrounding crowd was silent, not knowing whether they hadn’t reacted yet or were shocked by Zhang the Second’s completely illogical double standards.
Even by the end of the birthday party, Jiang Chun still hadn’t recovered her senses.
She pulled Ji Mingshu aside and asked very directly: “Why is Zhang Lin so obsequious to you? Isn’t the Zhang family quite powerful, too? This seems excessive, it’s almost unbearable to watch.”
“His brother doesn’t need to be, but he wasn’t born to Mrs. Zhang,” Ji Mingshu said casually.
Jiang Chun looked confused, “What? He wasn’t born to Mrs. Zhang? But… isn’t he very pampered in the Zhang family?”
“Being pampered doesn’t conflict with him being an illegitimate child. Haven’t you studied logic?”
“No,” Jiang Chun answered seriously.
Ji Mingshu was momentarily speechless, then asked: “How many years have you been in the capital, and you still don’t know anything?” She was truly shocked by this little country bumpkin’s ignorance.
But Jiang Chun wasn’t ashamed; instead, she seemed proud, with an attitude of “I’m ignorant but still righteous,” linking arms with her and saying: “Nobody told me before. Since you know everything, why don’t you teach me?”
“No.”
“You just stood up for me, aren’t we good friends now? Haven’t you heard of ‘once sisters, sisters for life’?”
I’ve never heard of it, and who’s sisters with you, little country bumpkin?