Chapter 717: Chapter 432: Best Friends with Their Own Agendas, The Feast at Hongmen Arranged by Lin Yuchang

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’ve already said I’m busy with something.”

Fang Shan’s tone was full of impatience; being spattered in the face by Liew Menglu was a huge loss of face already, let alone talking about it–might as well not be alive then.

“Hang up, hang up.”

“Beep, beep, beep…”

On the other end of the call, Xiao Tong was stunned for a moment, not expecting Fang Shan to just hang up on her like that.

They have been classmates for a while, and she knew that Fang Shan had a bad temper, but it shouldn’t have been enough to get angry just for asking an extra question.

A woman’s sixth sense told Xiao Tong that something must have happened, so she thought about it and then created a new group chat without Fang Shan.

Xiao Tong: [Folks, there’s a situation!]

The other two eager gossips responded swiftly.

[?? Why didn’t you add Shanshan to the group?]

[Xiao Tong, what’s going on? Didn’t you just call Fang Shan? What did she say?]

Xiao Tong: [I asked Fang Shan if she got the photo. She said no and was especially impatient, also mentioning she’s dealing with something right now, then directly hung up the phone.]

[That’s fishy. What could a full-time housewife so busy with, plus didn’t she go to the villa district?]

[Yes, and when Shanshan got to the security gate, she even posted in the group that she was about to go in.]

Xiao Tong: [Ladies, I have a guess.]

[Spill it!]

[To be honest, your guesses are always accurate, Xiao Tong.]

Xiao Tong: [I think only something involving Liew Menglu could infuriate Fang Shan this much, yet make her too ashamed to speak of it. What do you think–could it be that Liew Menglu isn’t some so-called ‘socialite’, and the stuff she posts on social media is real? Like she actually found a wealthy boyfriend, and Fang Shan wanted to embarrass her in the villa district, only to end up getting slapped in the face by reality.]

Xiao Tong: [For someone as face-conscious as Fang Shan, would she have the nerve to admit having her face slapped like that?]

No sooner were these messages sent out than the group fell into a silence as still as stagnant water, taking the other two a while to digest and respond.

[I think Xiao Tong’s guess is spot on… Fang Shan may have a bad temper, but she wouldn’t be this annoyed without a good reason. And with such juicy gossip at hand, she wouldn’t bother with other trivial matters.]

[Makes sense. She must have wanted to look down on others and laugh at their misfortune, but instead got shown up herself. Stuff this embarrassing, no one would feel comfortable talking about it.]

On her way back, Fang Shan had no idea these group of Sherlocks had managed to piece together the whole situation.

[Fang Shan has really taken a tumble this time. Her husband buying a flat in Silver Lake Bay was impressive enough, but who knew there would always be someone better.]

[Honestly, I’ve been fed up with her for a long time. Always posting on social media, even tagging her location every single time, as if she were afraid others wouldn’t know she bought a house in Silver Lake Bay.]

[Yeah, if you’re going to boast, just do it openly; and doing it once should suffice. To keep showing off like that is just annoying to anyone.]

[This smackdown by Liew Menglu has probably taken away her courage to boast for now.]

[That’s not a given, you know. In Fang Shan’s view, we see Liew Menglu as a fake socialite, so give it a couple of days and she may act as if nothing happened.]

[So hypocritical and vain, and she’s the one talking about Liew Menglu.]

……

Only half an hour ago, they were aligning with Fang Shan, but once the wind changed, they immediately turned their guns on her and began their barrage.

Fang Shan herself seemed to have realized this; hence the sudden silence in the group chat.

With such juicy gossip and everyone in the group paying attention and responding actively, but suddenly going quiet.

There was only one possibility in that case– they had created a new group.

“These bitches!”

Fang Shan gritted her teeth; anyone could guess that they were now discussing her, probably even bad-mouthing her.

Birds of a feather flock together; Fang Shan knew the kind of person she was, the kind of people she typically mingled with, and now that the boomerang had come back to strike her, she had no one else to blame.

The other party concerned, Liew Menglu, was driving her 911 with undivided attention, sunglasses on.

Ji Ya sat in the passenger seat, curiously asking, “Meng Lu sister, was that woman we saw at the gate just now your high school classmate?”

“Yes.”

Liew Menglu pushed the frame of her glasses up her nose and said, “I don’t get along well with her. We couldn’t see eye to eye in high school. She probably misunderstood something, wanted to come after me to the F section even after being rejected by me, and ended up being stopped by the security guard.”

“No wonder she seemed so angry,” Ji Ya said.

Liew Menglu’s lips curved into a smile: “People like her don’t deserve any sympathy, she definitely didn’t have good intentions. I couldn’t even be bothered to give her another glance; ignoring her shows I don’t care, which also annoys her even more.”

After chatting for a bit, Liew Menglu suddenly asked, “Does Shen Yuan have any plans tonight? Can I still stay at his place?”

After some thought, Ji Ya said, “You could, but he’s probably not going to stay chez home.”

“What’s he up to?” Liew Menglu asked subconsciously.

Ji Ya pursed her lips, and seeing her expression, Liew Menglu sighed, “Alright then, let’s go play mahjong with Qiao Lei and Long Jinghan…”

……

“Yuchang, what’s the big occasion for preparing all these delicious dishes?”

Meanwhile, Dai Lu had just arrived at Lin Yuchang’s place and, after changing into slippers, walked into the kitchen.

Chef Lin Yuchang was in the middle of food prep, with chopped fresh bullfrogs boiling in the pot and seasoned chicken pieces marinating.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a meal you cooked; the last time was, well, the last time.”

Dai Lu rolled up the sleeves of her undershirt, ready to help by chopping some side vegetables.

“No particular reason, just felt like making dinner.”