Jing Huanhuan hated Shi Ling to death. She felt that whether it was the Jinyuhua Court arson case or the Wuzai Temple incident, Shi Ling was deliberately targeting her in order to snatch away her identity as the eldest daughter of the Jing family.
Shi Ling looked at the crazy old lady Jing Huanhuan and hesitated for a long time, wondering whether to call the mental hospital or call Old Jing.
Finally, Shi Ling decided to save some phone bills and said to Jing Huanhuan, "I never said anything bad about you to Grandpa Jing. As for why he didn't forgive you, you can call him and ask him yourself."
Jing Huanhuan looked at her coldly, "Shi Ling, are you trying to remind me that I can't even get through to Grandpa right now?"
Shi Ling was surprised: "Are you in arrears? You can't even get through on the phone? I heard Fanning Temple just got internet access, and the WiFi password is 194250. Why don't you connect to the internet and make an online video call to Master Jing?"
Jing Huanhuan was so angry that her face turned green. "You scolded me? And you mocked me for being poor? Shi Ling, let me tell you, when I was the eldest daughter of the Jing family, I wore high-end clothes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. There's no way a fake rich girl like you who wears cheap Pinxixi clothes can compare to that."
Shi Ling felt that Jing Huanhuan was even more mentally ill than she was. "I'm a fake daughter, and you're an illegitimate daughter. Let's not talk about who's who, okay?"
The monk beside them listened to the two people arguing calmly. He lit the eternal lamp and handed it to Shi Ling, "Donor, this is the eternal lamp you asked for."
"Thanks."
Shi Ling was holding two eternal lamps and was about to offer them in front of the Buddha, but at this moment, Jing Huanhuan angrily knocked the eternal lamps in her hand over.
The glass lamp fell to the ground and the light went out.
Jing Huanhuan sneered, "You're just imitating someone else! Do you think you can secure your position as the eldest daughter of the Jing family just by discrediting me in front of Grandpa and imitating me in offering eternal lamps to Jing Yi and the others?"
Shi Ling was caught off guard. She knew that Jing Huanhuan was a crazy woman now, but she didn't expect that she would dare to break the eternal lamp she offered to Jing Yi.
Even the monk who was lighting the lamp was stunned.
"Slander, huh?"
In front of Jing Huanhuan, Shi Ling called Grandpa Jing: "Grandpa!"
Old Jing was stunned when he heard this. Although he recognized Shi Ling as his granddaughter, Shi Ling rarely called him except visiting him at the Jing family every week.
His first reaction was that Shi Ling had been wronged outside, "What happened? Did the Shi family bully you again?"
Shi Ling glanced at the stunned Jing Huanhuan and complained directly, "No. Grandpa, I was at Fanning Temple and had just offered an eternal lamp to my stepmother and her two children, but Jing Huanhuan accused me of imitating someone else and deliberately breaking her eternal lamp."
"Shi Ling!"
Jing Huanhuan was stunned. She thought Shi Ling would get angry and slap her, and then she could go to the Jing family and complain to her grandfather in tears. But she didn't expect Shi Ling to actually call and complain on the spot.
Jing Huanhuan was afraid that Old Jing would completely dislike her, so she snatched Shi Ling's phone and cried, "Grandpa, don't listen to Shi Ling's nonsense. She was the one who bullied me first!"
However, the old voice of Jing Lao on the other end of the phone was somewhat indifferent: "So you really broke the eternal lamp that Shi Ling offered to Yi Yi?"
Jing Huanhuan was stunned, "I..."
At this moment, Jing Huanhuan suddenly realized that Mr. Jing's favor towards her was just out of favor, and the person he cared about most was always his biological daughter Jing Yi.
He had chosen her as the heir to Jingsheng Group because she was Jingyi's daughter. He had never trusted her father, so no matter how diligently her father worked as the CEO of Jingsheng Group, he had no equity and was just a senior employee.
So when she had no relationship with Jing Yi, Mr. Jing cared more about whether she was disrespectful to Jing Yi, rather than whether she had been wronged by Shi Ling.
While she was stunned, Shi Ling had already snatched the phone back and said to the lamp-lighting master of Fanning Temple, "Master, monks don't tell lies. Can you tell me what happened just now?"
The lamp-lighting monk who was gossiping put his palms together and said: "Amitabha, I will not talk about right or wrong."
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