Jing Huanhuan hated Shi Ling to death. She felt that whether it was the arson case in the Jinyu Huating Garden or the incident at Wuji Temple, Shi Ling was deliberately targeting her in order to steal her identity as the eldest lady of the Jing family.
Shi Ling looked at Dianpo Jing Huanhuan and hesitated for a long time whether to call the mental hospital or Mr. Jing.
In the end, Shi Ling decided to save some money on the phone and said to Jing Huanhuan, "I never said anything bad about you to Grandpa Jing. As for why he doesn't forgive you, you should call him and find out."
Jing Huanhuan looked at her with cold eyes, "Shi Ling, do you want to remind me that I can't even get through grandpa's phone now?"
Shi Ling was surprised: "Are you in arrears? You can't even make calls? I heard that Fanning Temple has just been connected to the Internet, and the WiFi password is 194250. You can connect to the Internet and make an online video call to Mr. Jing."
Jing Huanhuan's face turned green with anger, "You scolded me? And you laughed at me for being poor? Shi Ling, let me tell you, when I was the eldest daughter of the Jing family, I wore hundreds of thousands of high-end clothes. You, a fake rich man wearing Xixi’s cheap stuff, can’t compare.”
Shi Ling felt that Jing Huanhuan was more mentally ill than she was, "I am a fake daughter, and you are an illegitimate daughter. No one can criticize the other."
The monk next to him listened calmly to the quarrel between the two. After lighting the lamp, he handed it to Shi Ling, "Donor, you want the lamp."
"Thank you."
Shi Ling was holding two ever-burning lanterns and was about to enshrine them in front of the Buddha. However, at this moment, Jing Huanhuan angrily knocked over the ever-burning lanterns in her hand.
The glass lamp fell to the ground and the lanterns were extinguished.
Jing Huanhuan sneered: "Dongshi's imitation! Do you think you can secure your position as the eldest lady of the Jing family by discrediting me in front of grandpa and imitating me in offering ever-bright lanterns to Jing Yi and the others?"
Shi Ling was caught off guard. She knew that Jing Huanhuan was now Dian Po, but she didn't expect that she would dare to break the ever-burning lamp she enshrined Jing Yi.
Even the monk who lit the lamp was stunned.
"Smear it, right?"
Shi Ling called Mr. Jing in front of Jing Huanhuan: "Grandpa!" Mr. Jing was stunned when he heard this. Although he recognized Shi Ling as his granddaughter, Shi Ling except for going to Jing's house every week Look at him, he rarely takes the initiative to call him.
His first reaction was that Shi Ling had been wronged outside, "What's wrong? Did the Shi family bully you again?"
Shi Ling glanced at the astonished Jing Huanhuan and complained directly: "No. Grandpa, I was at Fanning Temple. I just offered a lantern to my adoptive mother, mother and son, but Jing Huanhuan said that I was imitating others and deliberately broke my adoptive mother. everlasting light."
"Shi Ling!"
Jing Huanhuan was stunned. She thought that Shi Ling would get angry and slap her and hit her, and then she could cry and go to Jing's house to complain to her grandfather, but she didn't expect that Shi Ling would call and complain on the spot.
Jing Huanhuan was afraid that Mr. Jing would completely hate her, so she snatched Shi Ling's cell phone and said in a tearful voice, "Grandpa, don't listen to Shi Ling's nonsense. She was the one who bullied me first!"
However, Jing Lao's old voice on the other end of the phone was a little cold: "So you really broke the everlasting lamp that Shi Ling enshrined for Yiyi?"
Jing Huanhuan was stunned, "I..."
At this moment, Jing Huanhuan suddenly realized that Mr. Jing's love for her was nothing but love for her. What he cared about most was his biological daughter Jing Yi.
He originally selected her as the heir to Jingsheng Group because she was Jing Yi's never believed in her father from the beginning to the end, so no matter how hard he worked as the president of Jingsheng Group, he had no equity and was just a senior worker.
So after she had no relationship with Jing Yi, Mr. Jing was more concerned about whether she was disrespectful to Jing Yi, rather than whether she had been wronged by Shi Ling.
Just when 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 master who was doing the Bagua put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't say right or wrong."
