Chapter 84: Oh my god, it's so thrilling

"Why is it impossible?"

An Ling smiled without her eyes reaching them. "But I suppose Mrs. Shen wouldn't want to catch up with me anyway, so let's get down to business. This time, our shoot will solely focus on Shen Fuyuan."

Mother Shen spoke without a second thought, "Shen Fuyuan is withdrawing from this shoot. She's not doing it."

What a joke. If she had known it was An Ling, she wouldn't have let Shen Fuyuan take this variety show no matter what.

That foolish girl wouldn't even realize it when An Ling schemed against her.

An Ling expected her to say this. "Whether she withdraws or not is up to Shen Fuyuan and the company behind her. It's best if Mrs. Shen doesn't interfere."

Mother An's tone grew heavier. "I am her mother! What right do you have to tell me not to interfere!? I will find her another variety show to shoot!"

"If Shen Fuyuan withdraws, then she will have to bear all the consequences."

An Ling said indifferently, "The entire team has been preparing for months, and the guest list has already been announced. If Miss Shen unilaterally withdraws, leaving aside the financial losses, her reputation in the industry is already poor. Once this gets out, I can hardly guarantee what the internet will say about her."

At this point, An Ling raised her eyes to look at Mother Shen.

Her gaze was calm as she enunciated every word:

"Or is it that Mrs. Shen doesn't care about her own daughter's reputation?"

Just like how she hadn't cared about Shen Linyan's reputation back then. As long as it benefited Lu Jingshen, the reputations of her eldest son and youngest daughter could both be discarded.

Hearing this, Mother Shen's expression suddenly froze.

The atmosphere in the living room stiffened slightly. Beside them, Nan Zhechuan kept his head down, completely afraid to speak.

The expression on Mother Shen's face shifted constantly as she glared fixedly at An Ling in front of her.

After a long silence, she sneered and gritted her teeth to issue a harsh warning.

"An Ling, I'm warning you. You'd better not play any little tricks during the shoot. If anything happens, I absolutely won't let you off."

Hearing this, An Ling's eyes paused in a daze.

After reacting for a few seconds, she suddenly turned her head away and let out an ambiguous laugh.

She lowered her eyes, picked up the documents, and spoke in a cold tone.

"You should keep those words for yourself. You are the most annoying one."

Having said that, she stood up and walked toward the door.

Hearing this, anger instantly surged in Mother Shen's heart. "What did you say?!"

She conveniently grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at the woman without hesitation.

Nan Zhechuan subconsciously cried out, "Ah Leng!"

An Ling had long guessed what she was going to do again. She leaned sideways and dodged it slightly. With a crash, the porcelain cup smashed to pieces on the floor.

She glanced at the shards on the floor, then raised her head expressionlessly. "This trick again, is it interesting?"

She could already predict it.

An Ling walked back to the sofa, bent down, and picked up a teacup from the table. Her voice was indifferent. "The first time, for the sake of you being Shen Linyan's mother, I didn't bother to argue with you."

She slowly raised her eyes.

"But now, I am not your daughter-in-law."

Mother Shen watched the woman walking toward her, her gaze falling on the teacup in her hand. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "What are you trying to do!?"

She backed away and hurriedly turned her head, shouting loudly, "Auntie! Auntie!"

But as her voice fell, warm tea was instantly poured down from the top of her head. Her exquisitely styled hair was ruined, a few strands sticking to her forehead, leaving her face in a wretched state.

Mother Shen hurriedly raised her hand to wipe the tea off her face, her expression twisted.

"An Ling!! You woman, you have such nerve!"

Hearing the woman's furious roar, An Ling lazily held the teacup, pretending not to hear.

She tilted her head and glanced at the rushing Auntie. "What? Do you want to be splashed too?"

The Auntie instantly froze in place, not daring to step forward.

At this moment, footsteps came from the stairs.

She looked up casually and happened to meet Zhou Wen's shocked and astonished eyes. She was still wearing her pajamas.

It seemed she had run down after hearing the commotion.

An Ling put down the teacup. "Alright, we're even."

She called out to Nan Zhechuan, who was completely dumbfounded. "Let's go."

Nan Zhechuan snapped back to reality and hurriedly nodded. "Okay."

Oh my god, that was too thrilling!

Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment but still ran down. She raised her hand to block the way, trapping An Ling between the coffee table and the sofa, and pursed her lips.

"An Ling, what is the meaning of this? How could you raise your hand against Mom?"

An Ling really didn't want to clash head-on with this female lead. She looked down at the time. "It means exactly what it looks like. I'm very busy and really have to go. I have things to do later."

Zhou Wen glanced at Mother Shen behind her, clenched her palms tightly, frowned, and spoke in a somewhat preachy tone.

"An Ling, when you were married to Big Brother before, you did so many bad things, and Mom handled them all for you. How can you treat Mom like this now? I didn't even tell Mom and Jingshen about how you tried to sow discord last time, just to save you some face. How could you be like this?"

An Ling: ?

Sow discord?

An Ling was stunned for a moment, and when she suddenly realized what the other party was talking about, she couldn't help but laugh.

"No, are you sick in the head?"

Well then, she had kindly told Zhou Wen about Mother Shen's true colors, and it turned out the other person thought she was sowing discord.

Although she was indeed sowing discord, she didn't expect Zhou Wen to be so dead-set on Mother Shen, trusting her completely and unconditionally.

She turned her head to glance at Mother Shen, who was wiping her face with a towel, and then looked at Zhou Wen blocking the way here, lifting her chin.

"Alright, hurry up and go comfort your mom. I really have to go."

But Zhou Wen was unusually stubborn, biting her lip. "You must apologize to Mom before you can go! Otherwise, I won't let you leave! You've really gone too far this time."

"...Are you going to move or not?"

"No! Apologize to Mom!"

"..."

Toxic.

What a waste of time.

An Ling couldn't be bothered to say another word and pushed her away directly.

Even though she clearly didn't use much force, Zhou Wen staggered and fell to the ground.

Her hem caught Nan Zhechuan's teacup, causing the cup to roll off the table. Tea instantly splashed onto her pajamas, and the previously broken porcelain shards cut her palm. Zhou Wen instantly cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.

An Ling's movements paused, and she cast a confused glance.

She hadn't used much force, right?

And at this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance.

As the footsteps approached, a man's tall and straight figure appeared in the living room.

The scene instantly quieted down.

An Ling met the man's gaze, then glanced at Zhou Wen on the floor, the expression on her face slowly fading.

Oh, it seemed that not only had she heard the commotion, but she had also tipped someone off.

With this scene, even she felt like a vicious supporting female character herself.

Seeing the man, the bottom of Zhou Wen's eyes lit up imperceptibly. She bit her lip, her fair face looking even more pitiful and delicate. With teary eyes, her voice carried a somewhat helpless sob.

"Big Brother, An Ling poured water on Mom. I asked her to apologize, but she won't."

As she spoke, she struggled to stand up from the floor, pulled the glass shard out of her palm, and gasped in pain.

Blood flowed down, and the wound on Zhou Wen's palm was shocking to see. Her pajamas were wet, her hair slipped off her shoulders, and her lips were pursed. Her petite figure and pitiful appearance strongly evoked a desire to protect her.

Shen Linyan took a look at the wound on her palm. After lingering for a moment, his gaze slowly shifted to the woman in the center of the living room.

An Ling stood in place, her beautiful face devoid of expression, and calmly met his gaze.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Are you hurt?"

Their voices rang out at almost the exact same moment.