Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Listening to the women’s shower of praises, Ji Shasha’s smile grew deeper. This was exactly the effect she wanted. The feeling that she knew how to speak English while Yun Jian and her friends could only stand and watch dumbly pleased Ji Shasha immensely.
Finally, there was something she was better at than Yun Jian and could show off with it.
“This is my daughter, haha! It’s just some English. We hired a home tutor to teach her English every day since she was younger. I was rather worried when she wasn’t serious about learning back then, but she’s okay with using English now. See, she could already speak to a foreigner.”
“Ahaha! Looks like we shouldn’t be so hard on the children. She could pick it up herself!”
A woman with bright red lips was proud as a peacock as she watched Ji Shasha who was talking to Corinton. This woman was Ji Shasha’s mother.. She liked dressing up ostentatiously and putting up the airs of a wealthy wife.
Now that her daughter, Ji Shasha, was impressing so many people, there was no way she would hold back from blowing her trumpet.
These rich housewives were all about bragging where they bought their perfumes and purses, or how much more exclusive they were from others, when they gathered. Those who had children crowed about their kids as well. Ji Shasha’s mother was a perfect example of this.
Hearing her mother bragged, Ji Shasha preened further. She kept her eyes on Corinton who was in front of her in anticipation of his reply.
While Ji Shasha waited for Corinton to answer her with a self-satisfied jut of the chin so she could highlight her ability even more, a crisp female voice—like the tinkling bells—sounded, “Old man, are you f*cking around trying to meet your doom? Feels great rambling off English, doesn’t it?”
The above was spoken in Chinese. When the guests heard the melodic and assertive female voice, they were astounded. It was mainly because the melodious voice was speaking so crudely in a criticizing tone. Despite that, the guests felt soothed listening to it.
The familiar voice made Corinton, who ignored Ji Shasha just now, snapped his head around.
“S? Hahaha! So you’re really here!” Corinton switched from the heavily American-accented English to a local-sounding Chinese when he spoke to Yun Jian.
His pronunciation and intonation when he spoke the Mandarin dialect were even more accurate than some Country Z locals.
When Corinton saw Yun Jian, he jogged to her swiftly.
Ji Shasha was frozen in shock. The gossiping group of women and rich wives were astonished as well. Ji Shasha’s mother, especially, felt like she was slapped in the face as she stilled dumbly.
Corinton knew Yun Jian? That was beside the point. Why was Corinton calling Yun Jian “S”?
While doubts bubbled within everyone, Yun Jian was heard speaking again, “Was it fun to pretend like you can’t speak Chinese?”
She said that with an arch of the brow.
“Haha, nothing like that...” Corinton lost his composure from being stared at by Yun Jian. After a short while, he added a little guiltily and petulantly, “Uh... a l-little bit?”
Corinton was a playful and puerile old man.
He was also unfazed by Yun Jian’s looks. After all, Slaying God wore a different skin face mask each time she met someone else. She had never shown her true face to anyone before in her past life. Hence, Corinton was not skeptical.
“Say, S, are you finally agreeing to accept me as your disciple since you’ve asked me here?” Corinton did not forget his goal. He looked at Yun Jian hopefully as he raised his voice to ask.
People around them widened their eyes in shock at Corinton’s words.
What? What was that? Had they heard it correctly?
An old man like Corinton wanted to take Yun Jian as his master?