"It's alright."
Liew nglu initially wanted to give a very ordinary review, but since she and Qianqian had such a good relationship—especially because this was a place Qianqian recomnded—she decided to give it a more moderate evaluation.
Zhong Yitong was just brooding over not finding a chance to stir things up. Now, hearing everyone's consistent praise for the restaurant and nglu's lukewarm reaction, she smiled and said, "nglu must have eaten at more upscale Western restaurants before, so she finds it pretty average. It's understandable, considering her man could easily outclass the one we just saw walking by—by at least tenfold."
Liew nglu smiled calmly, then slowly turned to her and said, "Yitong, if you've got sothing to say, just say it outright. No need for the passive-aggressive act."
Zhong Yitong's facial muscles twitched; she hadn't expected nglu to call her out directly. Hou Qianqian, sensing things were headed in an uncontrollable direction, tried to diate: "nglu, Yitong, let's all say less, okay? It's rare for us to et up—there's no need for this."
The others were enjoying the show, pretending to diate while secretly fanning the flas.
"Exactly, Yitong, nglu probably spoke without much thought. No need to take it to heart."
"nglu might exaggerate a bit, but there's undoubtedly so truth to what she says. And honestly, a little vanity is normal. Don't take it too seriously, Yitong."
"Right. nglu, there's no need to be so serious, either. Yitong only made a passing comnt. You know her personality—straightforward and blunt. As friends, we should all be more forgiving."
"......"
Conflicts among won often play out with subtle verbal jabs. Liew nglu had beco accustod to this long ago. Back when she worked at the gym, she'd endured far worse "attacks" than this.
Her personality dood her to have more enemies than friends. Not that she cared—if it ca to it, she could just choose not to interact with them in the future.
After all, if she had to curry everyone's favor and cater to their whims, she wouldn't be Liew nglu.
Zhong Yitong didn't share nglu's mindset. Getting riled up by the others' provocations, she blurted, "Did I say anything wrong? Didn't nglu herself imply that ten of that guy just now couldn't compare to hers? So why doesn't she dare bring him along? Not to ntion she said eting us is pointless small talk—and now she's dissing our choice of Western food."
Liew nglu didn't respond directly. Instead, she said in an even tone, "Are you upset because I didn't let that guy scan the code? Sorry if I hurt your pride, but let remind you—if it weren't for , that guy wouldn't have approached us in the first place. Can you admit that?"
Zhong Yitong's face turned ghostly pale. What nglu had said wasn't wrong. From the man's positioning alone, it was clear he had stood closest to nglu, and in the end, didn't bother even engaging once she declined—clearly thrown off his ga.
But having her mask of dignity ripped away like this left Zhong Yitong utterly mortified, her face alternating between red and white. "Don't twist things up! And what does this have to do with your bragging about ten guys not being equal to your man? What makes you think you have the credibility to say that?"
ssy and flustered, Zhong Yitong was completely rattled. Liew nglu had intended to spare her so grace, but so people simply don't know when to stop.
"Well, if they're not equal, they're not equal. Why should I bother explaining anything to you?"
"......" Zhong Yitong felt a pain in her chest from being choked by those words.
"Alright, alright." Hou Qianqian tried again to smooth things over: "nglu wasn't looking down on the Western food we're eating. She only said it was alright; she didn't say it was bad. And her man is genuinely busy, so…"
Hou Qianqian was trying to defuse the situation partly for her close friend and partly to move the conversation along without any more drama.
Soone asked, "Do you know her man?"
Hou Qianqian nodded, "I do."
Know him? More than that—Nana is one of his won. I even have his WeChat! But why would I bother telling you? Hou Qianqian thought smugly to herself.
Shen Yuan has so many won; how could he have the ti to et you all? Plus, if he did et you, my chances would decrease even further! Hou Qianqian mused privately.
"Is he really as amazing as nglu makes him out to be?"
More than amazing—twenty-fold doesn't even begin to cover it! That guy earlier—can he randomly spend millions on won, or give six-figure allowances every month? Heck, even his own trappings are worth re tens of thousands.
But Hou Qianqian wasn't about to spill any specific details. After considering her words for a mont, she replied, "He's definitely very impressive."
"Exactly how impressive? Hou Qianqian, tell us!" The curiosity hung thick in the air.
"It's not my place to say. I think you'd better ask nglu," Hou Qianqian redirected the conversation back to Liew nglu.
Liew nglu simply smiled and said nothing, "Not worth ntioning."
What the hell? Just a mont ago, you were showing off about your man being leagues ahead of others, and now he's "not worth ntioning"? The group collectively felt a surge of frustration and disbelief.
At this point, it seed inappropriate to press any further. Letting the conversation escalate into a full-blown quarrel wouldn't just embarrass the two of them—it would reflect poorly on everyone involved.
Still, judging by Hou Qianqian's deanor, it seed that nglu's man really was exceptional. But exactly how exceptional? No one could tell for sure.
Zhong Yitong gritted her teeth in frustration, powerless to retaliate for now. But this humiliation—she vowed she'd find a way to pay it back double soday!
The day wasn't just about the dinner; they were also supposed to attend a painting exhibit. But after that showdown, Liew nglu wasn't in the mood anymore. Heading ho to read, practice yoga, banter with Qiao Lei, or tease Long Jinghan—all sounded far more appealing than this nonsense.
In the B2 underground parking lot, most of them had driven over separately, though so close friends had carpooled—like Liew nglu and Hou Qianqian, who shared a ride.
Each person headed off to find their car amidst the dimly lit garage, when suddenly, the lights on a white Porsche 911 began to flash.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Most of them drove cars in the 200,000 to 300,000 RMB range, with the best among them being a BMW 3 Series. Where could they even dream of affording such a luxury sports car?
The sleek roofline, golden proportions, and streamlined body practically scread for attention on the roads. Who wouldn't want a car like that?
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