Wei Jin, arm in arm with a man, followed a waiter with graceful steps. She carried a designer bag worth tens of thousands, wore haute couture shoes and clothes, and looked every bit the socialite from a prominent family. When Mu Linjing saw her, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. How had Wei Jin become so wealthy?
However, upon a closer look at the man beside her, it didn't seem so strange anymore. The man's face was etched with wrinkles, like a game of Snake on his face. Conservatively, he could have been Wei Jin's father, which explained why Wei Jin looked like a socialite.
She nudged Wei Yumeng's arm, signaling her to look over.
Wei Yumeng remained unfazed. It was normal to run into acquaintances when dining out. As for the man beside Wei Jin, she had no interest in looking at him further. Of course, her lack of interest in Wei Jin's life was a different matter from Wei Jin's intense interest in hers. Especially concerning the video incident a few days ago, she had wished she was there when she saw people talking about doxing Wei Yumeng.
Although her own life wasn't spectacular, having a glamorous appearance when going out and being treated with deference by sales assistants at department stores was enough for her.
Following the waiter, she easily spotted Wei Yumeng and Mu Linjing. Fate, it seemed, had brought them together. She immediately tugged the man beside her and led him to their table.
"Oh, isn't this my sister? Old Zhang, let's say hello."
Wei Yumeng had expected Wei Jin to see her and come over to spout nonsense, so her expression was one of impatience. She really wasn't in the mood to quarrel with her in a place like this.
The man, referred to as Old Zhang, was initially impatient, but upon seeing Wei Yumeng's face, his eyes lit up. "Darling, this is your sister? She's really beautiful."
Wei Jin immediately felt displeased. She didn't think she was less attractive than a pregnant woman who wasn't wearing makeup.
"Sister, you're pregnant, why aren't you resting at home properly? What are you doing running around outside?"
Hearing this, Old Zhang finally noticed Wei Yumeng's belly. Although his expression shifted slightly, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Wei Yumeng's face, which was exactly to his liking. Even though she was pregnant, he was still captivated.
Wei Yumeng was less verbose than Wei Jin and her attitude was cold. "You can leave after greeting us. Don't disrupt our lunch."
Wei Jin, hearing this, showed no intention of leaving. She directly placed her expensive handbag on the table and said, "Waiter, we'll sit here."
Old Zhang was, of course, happy to sit down. He took a seat directly opposite Wei Yumeng, his eyes practically glued to her.
Wei Jin's insatiable desire to win began to stir. She picked up a dish from the table and scoffed, "Sister, is this all you're eating? How can you eat this? I thought you worked at Zhan's, so you'd be living a life of luxury."
Mu Linjing listened to her words and felt like smashing the dish onto her face, but a glance at Wei Jin's bag made her chuckle.
She naturally noticed Mu Linjing's gaze. The sense of superiority that surged within her made her casually pick up her bag and say, "This bag is a limited edition. It's the only one in Pengcheng. It's only natural for you to envy me."
Mu Linjing couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Since you're coming at me, don't blame me for exposing you.
She feigned surprise and said, "Is that so? I'm truly sorry, but I've seen this bag before. One of my colleagues at the next table was carrying one a couple of days ago. If it's a limited edition, then yours must be a fake, right?"
Wei Jin immediately became flustered. "Don't talk nonsense. Mine is absolutely genuine."
Mu Linjing pretended to recall. "I remember now. She said yesterday that she sold the bag on the second-hand market. It seems to be yours. The ink stain on the strap was accidentally spilled by me."
As she spoke, Wei Jin immediately clutched her bag tighter. Wei Yumeng also took a curious glance and saw her gripping the strap tightly. There was no doubt that Mu Linjing had hit the mark.
Hmph, she thought she could live a wealthy life by finding an old man, but in the end, she was still buying second-hand goods to save face.
Seeing this, Mu Linjing leisurely added, "I don't know if yours is fake or second-hand."
"You!"
Wei Jin, enraged, slammed the table and stood up, as if she were about to leap across the table and fight Mu Linjing.
Wei Yumeng, fearing she would go berserk, stood up and blocked Mu Linjing with one arm. "This is a public place. If you harm me and my friend, I'll have no choice but to call the police."
Mu Linjing stood up and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her. She wasn't afraid of this crazy woman.
Wei Jin looked at Wei Yumeng, one hand shielding Mu Linjing, the other on her hip, her body visibly more cumbersome.
Then she looked at her own figure and sneered again. "Sister, I'm not trying to be mean, but your video online went viral. You dare to come out for a meal right after it died down? What if you're surrounded? You're pregnant, what if something happens? Your husband will definitely blame you."
Mu Linjing was about to retort when she saw Wei Jin suddenly cover her mouth, as if regretting what she had said.
"Look at me, what did I say? How could I forget? This child isn't your husband's. He must be hoping you'll miscarry, right?"
Despite Wei Jin's cruel words, Wei Yumeng didn't want to engage in a war of words. She directly suppressed the fuming Mu Linjing and, raising her arm, delivered a resounding slap to Wei Jin's face.
With this slap, she put all her strength into it, making her palm go numb. A bright red palm print quickly appeared on Wei Jin's face, and it began to swell.
"This slap is to teach you to be more decent with your words."
"Ah! How dare you hit me!"
Wei Jin, clutching her bruised face, lunged forward like a wild beast, wanting to scratch Wei Yumeng's face. But with Mu Linjing present, how could she succeed?
With her arms restrained, Wei Jin was helpless.
"If you continue to act crazy, I'll have security throw you out."
Mu Linjing delivered a harsh threat and forcefully pushed Wei Jin several meters away.
Looking at Wei Jin's current state, with her messy hair and swollen face, there was no trace of the high-society lady she was upon entering.
However, her sole focus now was to teach Wei Yumeng a lesson, disregarding her appearance.
"Old Zhang, why are you just sitting here watching? She's been hit."
No one expected her to suddenly change her tune, squatting down by the man's leg, asking him for support.
Mu Linjing couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had seen many shameless women, but few as disgusting as this.
However, Old Zhang did not coddle her or admonish Wei Yumeng as she expected. Instead, he stared intently at Wei Yumeng. "I love this fiery personality of yours."