Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 855 - 844: A Ridiculously Dramatic Substitute Life
"Hey, did you see that just now?"
"See what?"
"The necklace on the real Eldest Lady of the Shen Family, a pink diamond, just that diamond alone is worth tens of millions."
"That expensive?"
"Isn’t it? I heard it was given to her by her foster brother. I’m wondering why she hasn’t changed her surname yet! I heard the Ye Family even gifted her a shopping mall worth over a billion!"
"She truly is lucky. Not only are her biological parents wealthy, but even her foster parents are moguls, and they treat her so well!"
"Different people, different fates. Look at Shen Jingshu, also a foster daughter. What did the Shen Family give her?"
"Who can be blamed? She’s just not likable, with that constant stern face. If I were Uncle Shen or Aunt Li, I wouldn’t give a foster daughter so much inheritance like the Ye Family either. Even if they did, they probably wouldn’t get a smile in return."
"Keep your voice down, she’s still the Shen Family’s young lady for now, even if it’s fake, hehe..."
"If I were her, I wouldn’t have the face to show up here today. I mean, she’s weird. Knowing that her position is insecure, she still acts so aloof, never even trying to please her foster parents."
"Maybe she has fooled someone else? Just now, Song Tianji even stood up for her."
"Are you all that idle? If you’re not happy staying at my place, go back early. My home doesn’t welcome guests who gossip recklessly." The group of girls who were still mocking Shen Jingshu was suddenly interrupted by a cold voice. Turning back, they were startled to see Shen Jing’an’s dark face.
"Whether Jingshu and I are blood-related or not, she’s my most beloved sister, and it’s not your place to speak. Get lost!"
"You..." The group, embarrassed by his impolite tone, looked around at those watching the scene unfold. They didn’t dare resent Shen Jing’an, the true heir, but instead harbored a grudge against Shen Jingshu.
"Can’t you even refute them? Just let them spout nonsense?" Shen Jing’an stood in front of Shen Jingshu, asking with a tone full of exasperation.
Shen Jingshu’s face was calm, as if she didn’t care at all: "What do others’ opinions have to do with me? I only need to do well myself."
"You..." Shen Jing’an was fuming with anger, and said, "Where’s Song Tianji? Wasn’t he by your side? Wasn’t he protecting you?"
"I’m not anyone’s appendage, nor is anyone my appendage. There’s no rule that he must be with me all the time."
"He’s your fiancé. He should protect you."
"We aren’t engaged yet, even if we were, he still has his freedom."
Seeing her indifferent expression, Shen Jing’an was almost exploding with anger, while also blaming Song Tianji for his lack of consideration. Didn’t he say he liked Jingshu? Didn’t his family agree to a marriage alliance? Why not even protect the one he loves a bit?
He scanned the banquet hall and found Song Tianji’s gaze constantly following Ye Qiu, which infuriated him even more. What was he thinking? Did he find Ye Qiu more valuable and thus shifted his affections?
"Why didn’t you protect Jingshu? Did you know she was being bullied?" Shen Jing’an coldly questioned Song Tianji.
Song Tianji looked at Shen Jingshu behind him, noticing her face was calm yet helpless: "Isn’t Jingshu protected by you?"
"Yes, I am protecting her." Shen Jing’an admitted quickly, but then realized that wasn’t the point, "I’m asking you, don’t involve me."
"Brother, don’t blame Brother Tianji. He did protect me. Let’s leave; I’m a bit tired." Shen Jingshu tugged on Shen Jing’an’s sleeve, looking truly exhausted.
Seeing her like this, Shen Jing’an immediately asked caringly: "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No need, I just need a rest and I’ll be fine."
"Then I’ll accompany you upstairs."
Watching their retreating backs, Song Tianji silently blessed them in his heart. In this life, with him out of the picture, he hoped their relationship could progress more smoothly.
But it seemed he has trouble on this side. What to do if Ye Qiu doesn’t look kindly on him?
"Does that person have feelings for you?" Ye Chao frowned as he asked Ye Qiu about Song Tianji.
"Maybe, but I don’t like him." Ye Qiu said indifferently.
Ye Chao nodded: "It’s right not to like him. He looks human but behaves like a beast. Who knows what he’s hiding inside."
"Brother, do you have to be so funny?"
"I’m serious. You must never trust that kind of person. Who knows when you’ll fall victim to his schemes, and others might even think he’s the one aggrieved!"
Ye Qiu didn’t expect her brother to see things so clearly. Wasn’t that exactly what happened in her past life? Everyone said she married a good husband, said Song Tianji was devoted to her, didn’t mind her lack of sophistication, and never acted out of line, but in reality? His so-called integrity was all for another woman.
"Have you chosen your store location? Are you really planning to do it yourself? Our family doesn’t lack this bit of money; why work so hard?" Ye Chao said, disapprovingly.
"Brother, it’s not a matter of working hard or not. What do you think of my cooking?"
"No one’s cooking is better than yours." Ye Chao didn’t say this just because Ye Qiu was his sister. He had tasted plenty of good food, but still found his sister’s the best. It wasn’t just about the ingredients or the seasoning, but a mysterious feeling that made even his mood better. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Exactly. Do you want my cooking skills to be wasted? Brother, I love cooking, and I want more people to enjoy the meals I prepare. Isn’t it infuriating seeing foreign fast food gradually take over while our country’s cuisine is criticized as worthless?"
Ye Chao was certainly angry. Those hamburgers and fried chicken, he really didn’t think they were that tasty—greasy and unhealthy. Eating them once or twice occasionally was enough. How could they compare to the rich variety of Hua Country’s cuisine?
Yet those people still believed their food was superior, said Hua Country’s cuisine was too oily and salty to be healthy. If it’s so unhealthy, then why aren’t there more overweight Hua Country people compared to them?
They ate greasy, high-calorie foods, yet criticized Hua Country’s food for being unhealthy. Do they have any shame?
The funniest part was creating some so-called star-level restaurants, which he had visited before. Is that what they call delicious? Is that what they call upscale? A steak pan-fried with a few cloves of garlic until hyped to the heavens. He acknowledged that the quality of that steak was indeed excellent, but aside from using these extremely high-end ingredients, what else could those foreigners cook well?
Do they have any real chefs? Is the freshness of the food itself truly the best? Then why have the profession of a chef at all in this world? If everything is boiled in water or simply pan-fried, preserving the original flavor—how is that different from primitive humans?
A true chef shouldn’t just know how to utilize the original flavors of ingredients but also transform them along with other ingredients and seasonings into even more delicious tastes. Beyond filling the stomach, they should allow people to eat with joy and experience a rich array of layers.
