Chapter 124 Work Together To Give Jean A Hard Time


    Everyone enjoys beingplimented. And Madeline was no different. As a highly-acimed actress,


    her inted ego and pride demanded that she be looked at and treated different from the more


    the actress. However, when Maggie spoke highly of Madeline, she was rather satisfied.


    So Madeline changed her bitterly sarcastic tone to a more calm one. She feigned a smile and said, "I


    am not worthy of suchpliments. We are no longer young girls but married women. That man just


    has a handsome face. Maggie, since your husband looks charming and cares about you so much, you


    really have enviable luck. We all feel happy for you."


    As the women kept ttering each other, Jean stood in her hidden spot. She felt quite disgusted by


    their fulsome ttery. She had not expected all of these women to be so gorgeous on the surface and


    yet, be so hideous on the inside.


    Wendy Zhang decided that she could not continue the charade any more. And so, she cleared her


    throat and changed the topic, "I wonder if a man like Mr. Qi could be easily trapped by someone."


    On hearing what Wendy had said, both Maggie and Madeline stopped talking. Their attention


    immediately shifted to Wendy.


    Jean did not know Wendy well, but she had a strong feeling that she had seen her before. Jean


    guessed that might be because Wendy had starred in many TV dramas. However, Jean couldn''t recall


    her being in any of the dramas she had seen. So Jean felt really strange.


    Zabrina Jiang seemed to know whom Wendy was referring to. She nodded to show her approval


    before saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I also think that only she would be able to make Mr. Qi copse at


    her feet. Who else could trap such a handsome and wealthy man besides her? More importantly, she


    also has feelings for Mr. Qi. Am I right?"


    Jean could not understand what they were talking about. She also could not guess who thisdy was.


    Could this person be from the entertainment industry?


    Jean was more familiar with Zabrina''s reputation. She was just a figurante. Most of the time, she


    yed in a supporting role to leadingdies. But the characters she portrayed were always very


    malicious. Jean remembered a few dramas where Zabrina''s character had been used of stealing


    her friends'' boyfriends. Since she did not have memorable roles to y, she was no so popr. But


    entertainment news covered articles about Zabrina from time to time, so it was hard to say whether she


    was a famous actress or not.


    Madeline paused for a while as she seemed to have thought of something. Just as Jean was pondering


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    over the identity of the woman these celebrities had been talking about, she heard a familiar name.


    "You are talking about Selena Miao!"


    "Yes. Who, beside her, is qualified?" Wendy said.


    Maggie was shocked. She widened her eyes and asked, "That international start? Selena Miao? She


    received offers to act in Hollywood films, right?"


    "Yep. As far as I am concerned, only a woman with her skills and reputation deserves Zed." Zabrina


    leaned on the rail, pushed back wisps of hair that had fallen on her cheek, and shed a meaningful


    smile.


    Selena Miao! Now that she knew the identity of this mysterious woman, Jean froze. Selena Miao,


    again!


    Madeline seemed to realize something and nudged Wendy as she spoke, "I heard that you have a


    really good rtionship with Selena. Do you? Share something about her with us."


    "There is nothing new that I can share with you. The media reports everything and so, there are no


    secrets. You and everybody else already know that she cares for Mr. Qi. When she found out that I had


    been selected for this program, she asked me to give Jean Wen a hard time." Wendy shrugged and


    continued to say, "The problem is that I have no good idea how to make Jean miserable."


    "Now that we need to trouble her, how about we get her drunk?" Madeline''s eyes were shining with


    excitement. It seemed that she was really good at thinking of ways to make others miserable.


    "Drunk? Is that our only option?" Wendy was not satisfied about the idea put forward by Madeline.


    Getting Jean drunk was too easy. Wendy thought, ''Jean Wen is so shameless. She stole Mr. Qi, who


    was going to be Selena''s man. I need to find a way to humiliate her.''


    Zabrina agreed with Wendy and nodded to show her approval before saying, "I also think that for today,


    we should just get Jean drunk. After all, we still have several days before the shooting is finished. I


    believe that we still have time toe up with better methods through which to trouble Jean."


    "That''s right!" The other three agreed.


    Jean was so angry that she even could not say anything. She ran away from the balcony to avoid being


    noticed. Minutester, the celebrities returned to the room where they had dined. Upon returning, the


    women noticed that the men had already finished drinking all the wine. One celebrity husband had


    even passed out on the sofa.


    Jean looked around in disdain. Could none of these men drink sensibly? What was the point of drinking


    only toter, pass out?


    She smiled when she saw that Zed seemed to be very normal. Jean could not find any sign that would


    lead her to believe that he had drunk as much as any of the other men. Zed saw Jean and frowned. He


    asked, "Where did you go?"


    "I... I went to the bathroom." She smiled at Zed as she answered his question. But the anger on her


    face betrayed her inner thoughts.


    Zed knew Jean well enough to understand that she was not being honest. She was hiding something


    purposefully, but he couldn''t guess what it was. He had been watchful while she ate with the other


    women and hadn''t seen anything odd happen then. The other women had left before Jean and


    returned shortly after Jean had. What could have had happened during this period?


    Zed shifted his gaze to the other women. He examined each one''s expression and demeanor,


    particrly when they came near Jean. Eventually Zed figured it out. He lowered his eyes.


    When Madeline entered and saw one man asleep on the couch, she frantically searched for her


    husband. She was pleased to see that he wasn''t quite as drunk. And so, proudly she praised him,


    "Dear, how much wine have you drunk? Did Maggie''s husband get drunk enough to need to lie down?


    I''m so pleased to see that you''ve kept the charming Mr. Qipany."


    "He drunk so much that he needed to vomit." Zed suddenly said. His abrupt action threw the whole


    room into a dead silence. Secondster, Madeline''s face darkened and she looked quite embarrassed.


    Jean was really very angry at that moment but she couldn''t stop herself fromughing out loud. She


    knew that Zed had purposely shared that little bit of information to put Madeline in her ce. Madeline


    shifted her gaze onto Jean when she heard Jean''s abruptughter. She wanted to show her


    displeasure, but she was forced to smile.


    "Jean, what are youughing about?" she asked in a sweet and sour tone.


    "I feel that my husband has done a good job. He has been drinking with your husband and hasn''t


    passed out yet. How about your husband? He vomited so there must be something wrong. Is he all


    right?" Jean smiled and asked with feigned concern.


    Madeline had not expected Jean to speak like this. In all the time that they had been together recording


    for the program, Jean had been pliable and genial. Since Madeline''s husband had vomited, what Jean


    had said was true. And so Madeline had no smart retort to give. She was ashamed by her husband''s


    inability to drink sensibly. Embarrassedly, sheughed uneasily before glowering at her husband, who


    sat opposite her.


    Maggie did not dare to speak as her husband had already gotten drunk and fallen asleep.


    Besides Madeline''s and Maggie''s husbands, Wendy''s and Zabrina''s husbands looked like they were


    barely holding on to their senses. And yet, they continued to drink. The men seemed to be in some sort


    of informalpetition. Did they think that just because dinner wasn''t over, they were required to


    continue drinking? Did they think that the others present in this room would think less of the man who


    refused to drink?


    Although Wendy was determined to make Jean suffer for what she had done to Selena, she was in no


    mood to stay in the room. There was just no fun in eating and drinking with men who were highly


    intoxicated.


    She stood and patted down her dress as she spoke, "They have drunk too much. Mr. Qi has an


    enviably high tolerance for alcohol. He seems to be doing really well considering the other mens''


    condition. Perhaps it''s best if we..."


    "Wait!" Jean didn''t intend on letting these women get away so easily. She knew if Wendy left, the others


    would follow. After what they had said about Jean and their vicious n to humiliate her, she was not


    going to give up this opportunity to turn the tables so easily. Jean walked to Wendy and said sweetly,


    "You have been away for so long. You must not have eaten enough. I bet you''re still a little hungry. How


    about we let the men rest here while we find another room where we could talk and eat?"


    The otherdies couldn''t see the trap Jean was setting. All they saw was an opportunity to implement


    their scheme. And so, after exchanging eager nces, they nodded. Madeline thought to herself,


    ''Remember this moment, Jean. You asked us to stay. Later, don''t me us for the trouble you get into.''


    "Ok. We can do that. Since those men are only interested in drinking, I don''t mind if we don''t include


    them." After saying this, she turned to look to Zed. Then she smiled charmingly and said, "Well, what


    will you do now, Mr. Qi? It seems you only have thepany of a few women."


    "Go ahead and do what you like. I don''t mind." Zed said nonchntly as he poured himself some tea.


    Jean raised her eyebrows. She didn''t know what Zed was thinking. Why was he willing to stay here


    with all these women? Didn''t he have anything else better to do? Normally, he wouldn''t stick around for


    something like this. She pursed her lips, got up from her seat, walked to the door, and asked the waiter


    to bring two bottles of red wine.


    The waiter nodded and hurried off. When he returned with the red wine, Jean asked him to pour the


    wine into the sses in front of eachdy. Not wanting to make her scheme obvious, Jean also picked


    up a full ss of wine.


    After the waiter left the room, Jean didn''t wait for the women to speak. She quickly raised her ss and


    said, "Thank you all for your help over these past several days. I do admire you for being able to


    handle all this so well."


    The other women glowed at Jean''s praise. They lifted their sses eagerly and glugged down most of


    the wine. Impatient, Madeline began finding ways to make Jean drink.


    "Jeany, you have married such a great husband! How about proposing a toast?"


    "Yeah, yeah. Madeline is right. We all feel happy for you. You really should make a toast to celebrate


    your good fortune." Those who stood by Madeline echoed her words as they all knew that Madeline


    intended on getting Jean to drink more.


    Zed saw this but didn''t interfere. Instead, he graciously lifted his teacup and saucer. He blew on the hot


    liquid and took a small sip as he waited to see what Jean would do. A part of him was concerned. He


    remembered that Jean was still menstruating and wondered if drinking excessively could have harmful


    repercussions.


    He frowned and nced at her. What on earth did she n to do? In all the time that he had known


    Jean, this was the first time that she asked asked for wine. Normally, she would refuse or drink very,


    very little.