Unexpected Second Chance at Love

Yue Ling shifts her attention away from Ning Mei and Ni Wenli. When her eyes landed on Zhao Ya’Er, the coldness around her quickly turns soft.

"Are you alright?"

"I am."

Zhao Ya’Er answers right away with a smile. She ignores the other two women and walks over to stand next to Yue Ling.

Fuming with boiling rage, Ning Mei clench her fists tightly. How long has Yue Ling been inside the spa locker room? How come she and Ni Wenli didn’t hear any voices or movements?

Not only that, Chu Li Xiang promised her that he would take care the slut. Why is she still standing here? Could it be that something went wrong?

No. Brushing the thought aside, she tells herself to not lose her composure. If she does, Yue Ling will surely see through her act. She must remember that Yue Ling already suspects her for drugging her (Yue Ling) drink during the farewell party.

As Ning Mei immerse in her own thoughts, Ni Wenli was dumbfounded by Yue Ling’s sudden appearance. Even though she is wearing a simple robe, it is no wonder she is a famous model. She can still make anything look good!

However, Ni Wenli quickly brush the thought away. She held Ning Mei’s arm and slightly leans closer and whispers something to her.

"Mei, we should leave."

She knows that the rookie model is angry and hurt due to the humiliation Zhao Ya’Er did to her, but they cannot afford to offend neither Yue Ling nor Zhao Ya’Er.

One is the cold-blooded Lu Tian’s cousin while the other is General Ji’s granddaughter. If words get out about what happened, she (Ni Wenli) and Ning Mei are as good as dead in Imperial.

When Ning Mei heard her friend’s words, she came back to her senses. She quickly rips off her grim expression and puts on her innocent appearance again.

Holding her cheek that was red from Zhao Ya’Er’s slap, she sniffles a sob and walks up to Yue Ling and Zhao Ya’Er.

"Ya’Er... I’m really sorry. You misunderstood me. I was only trying to look out for you. There is nothing between Hongyi... I mean Wei Hongyi and I."

Her words fell and she was able to squeeze out a few pearl sizes tears. She sniffles again and looks at Yue Ling.

"Senior Han, you have to help me. I don’t know what I did wrong to anger Ya’Er this much. For her to slap me, you must find justice for me."

"..."

Yue Ling looks back at the woman, but there was no sympathy in her eyes. Noticing the woman’s red cheek, she arch a brow. She wanted to give Zhao Ya’Er a big thumbs up for remembering to leave a handprint.

However, thinking about Ning Mei’s words, Yue Ling’s arch brow returns to its normal place and her expression darkens a little.

"I am not your senior and you reap what you sow."

Her voice was angelic as ever, but each word she spoke were like sharp daggers and another slap to Ning Mei’s face.

Yue Ling felt like her eyes have been tainted just looking at the woman.

How can Ning Mei sleep with Wei Hongyi and then say she was trying to look out for Zhao Ya’Er?

Anyone who sees the photo can tell what had happened. Unless, Ning Mei meant she was trying to help Zhao Ya’Er by sleeping with the man.

However, with all the proof from that one photo, only a fool would believe such a pathetic excuse.

Ning Mei clench her fists tightly as another wave of anger wash inside her. First it was Zhao Ya’Er who humiliated her and now, the woman she wants dead is also humiliating her.

In her head, she can already see herself ripping the two women into shred. However, she had to hold herself back from lashing out as Ni Wenli was still here.

She (Ni Wenli) is a person who likes to gossip. If she saw Ning Mei’s ugly side, her (Ning Mei) image as a dainty woman would be sabotage.

Thinking this, an idea enters her mind. Since Ni Wenli likes to gossip, she will give the woman something to gossip about with others.

She cast her glaring eyes aside and chokes into a sob that made her look all the more pitiful. Her appearance made Yue Ling and Zhao Ya’Er looked as if they were bullying the weak.

"Senior Han... I mean, Yue Ling, why would you say that to me? You were always nice to me and I looked up to you... wuu..."

Yue Ling stares indifferently at the rookie model. It was true that she used to be nice to Ning Mei, but it was only because they were colleagues. However, instead of trying to maintain that peace between them, Ning Mei decided to drug her and tried to get her taken advantage.

Although Ning Mei succeeded in her intention, she (Yue Ling) must thank the heavens above that the man from that night was Lu Tian and not some other hired bastard.

And as if that were not enough for Ning Mei to cross her line, she even hired people to kill her.

Just looking at Ning Mei angers Yue Ling to the core. If she (Ning Mei) never sought help from Chu Li Xiang to kill her, her unborn child would still be here.

For this, Chu Li Xiang paid the first half with his life, she will make sure that Ning Mei pays the remaining half.

Brushing these feelings away, Yue Ling steps forward and stood in front of the rookie model. Even with the spa slippers on, no matter how high Ning Mei’s heels are, she will never stand at the same height as Yue Ling.

Her head slightly tilt to the side and she stares down at Ning Mei.

"We are not close for you to call me by my name. As for your ’looking out’, are you referring to sleeping with your friends’ boyfriends?"

She emphasized the words ’looking out’ as the color of her bluish green eyes dim. However, it quickly disappears when a soft chuckle escapes her lips. She looked like someone who was laughing at the funniest joke, but one can see that her smile did not reach her eyes.

"Or, could it be that that isn’t enough, so you decide to ’look out’ for other women’s husbands too?"

Folding one arm over her chest, her other elbow rested on top and she held her chin like she was thinking hard about something.

"No... maybe that’s not it either."

Her words fell and she moves her hand away from her chin. Like she came up with the greatest plan ever, her eyes lit up brightly.

"Ah yes, I remember now. Your way of ’looking out’ for others is by drugging their drinks. Is that also how you get those men to sleep with you?"

Ning Mei’s face turned paler and paler at each word that came out from Yue Ling. Everything she mentioned is the complete truth and not some kind of lie.

She has slept with many of her friends’ boyfriends because she hated that they have a better life than her. However, these friends of hers do not even know that she has been sleeping with their boyfriends.

As for the married men, they are all wealthy in their own way. Even if they are old and ugly, she didn’t care. As long as they keep their promise to help her become famous, she would do anything.

In regard to the drugging, she did it because those men would reject her and when they wake up in the same bed as her, they have no choice but to obey her as she would blackmail them.

However, the thing that angers her so much about this is, no one should know about all of this, so how does Yue Ling know?

No, so what if Yue Ling knows. She cannot let the humiliation continue as her image is at risk.

Ning Mei inhales sharply as it made her nostrils flare widely. She doesn’t get angry but breaks into tears like had been falsely accused.

"Why... wuu... Why are you and Ya’Er slandering me with such lies? I would never do anything like what you are saying. Wuu..."

Seeing Ning Mei cry so pitifully, Ni Wenli felt her heart ache for the woman. She knows that Ning Mei is nothing like what Yue Ling is saying. From the moment she and the rookie model became friends, Ning Mei has always been sweet and caring towards others.

To see Yue Ling and Zhao Ya’Er bully her (Ning Mei) this way, she (Ni Wenli) will never allow it.

"Mei don’t cry. You’re too nice that’s why they are jealous."

She soothes her friend then flung her head and lock her murderous eyes with Yue Ling.

Her mouth open to say something, but she could only swallow her words as a petrifying chill ran down her spine like she had fallen into a frozen lake.

The person standing in front of her is still Yue Ling, but for some reason she looked like a different person.

Like she had become the grim reaper, no, more like the angel of death.