Chapter 137: Face-Slapping

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Face-Slapping

As Bai Wanwan walked out, all the Beastmen turned to look at her, and then... their gazes froze.

The males’ eyes blazed with passion, while the females even forgot their jealousy, simply staring dumbly at the beautiful dress Bai Wanwan was wearing.

As she walked, the light purple gauze of her dress refracted the sunlight with a faint glow.

The males of the Golden Lion Tribe stared blankly. They didn’t know how to describe this female’s beauty. They only knew that this female named Bai Wanwan was even more beautiful than the most beautiful female in their tribe!

Zhuo Ling was utterly astonished to see Bai Wanwan like this, and a complex series of emotions played across her face.

The few dresses of hers that had been torn were quite ordinary. Compared to the one Bai Wanwan was wearing, even the beautiful dress Zhuo Ling treasured and kept hidden at home seemed far too crude...

Even Jin Yi couldn’t get her a dress this beautiful, so how did Bai Wanwan have one? ’Just what kind of background does Bai Wanwan’s Beast Husband have?’

Meeting everyone’s gaze, Bai Wanwan walked confidently to the very center of the crowd.

Beaming, she asked the females present, "Is it beautiful?"

Mu Zhi snapped back to her senses and forced her gaze away from the dress. "HUMPH!" she snorted loudly. "It’s hideous!"

"Really?" Bai Wanwan pouted. "And here I was thinking you all liked it. I was even wondering who I should give it to!"

Mu Zhi, who had just been wearing a disdainful expression, immediately whipped her head back around. Her eyes sparkled as she said fawningly, "I like it! Give it to me!"

Bai Wanwan gave her a lazy glance. "You just said it was hideous. Why would I give it to you?"

"Bai Wanwan!" Mu Zhi stomped her foot in anger.

Bai Wanwan’s gaze shifted to the other females. Before she could even ask, all of them, as if having completely forgotten their previous animosity toward her, smiled with newfound intimacy. "Wanwan, your dress is gorgeous! It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen."

"Yeah, it’s way prettier than the dresses the Golden Lion Young Clan Leader gives Zhuo Ling..."

Zhuo Ling’s face turned livid.

’How did it turn out like this?’

’My dresses were the ones that got ruined! All the Beastmen should be blaming Bai Wanwan and making her compensate me. But it’s like everyone’s forgotten what just happened, and now they’re praising Bai Wanwan instead?’

Even Mu Shan temporarily set aside her grudge with Bai Wanwan, praising her with a stiff expression. "It’s beautiful. I like it too. Give one to me."

Bai Wanwan looked at Mu Shan as if she were an idiot. "Who are you? What are you to me? Why should I give one to you?"

Mu Shan froze. "Bai Wanwan, didn’t you say you’d give it to me if I liked it?"

"I never said I’d give it to you just because you like it."

"Then who are you going to give it to?" Mu Shan demanded, unconvinced.

’In the entire tribe, aside from Zhuo Ling, my family is large, and my fertility is good too.’

’If not me, who else would she give it to?’

Having built the atmosphere to this point, Bai Wanwan’s gaze shifted, landing on Zhuo Ling, who had been silent the whole time, struggling to suppress her emotions.

In truth, Bai Wanwan knew perfectly well that Zhuo Ling was feeling terrible.

’After all, she dug this huge pit for me to fall into, but I completely turned the tables and ruined the outcome she was hoping for.’

’And now she has to maintain her public image, so she can’t lash out at me yet. Zhuo Ling is probably breathing fire on the inside.’

As if that wasn’t enough, Bai Wanwan smiled sweetly at Zhuo Ling and asked, "Zhuo Ling, do you think my dress is beautiful?"

The expression on Zhuo Ling’s face was about to crumble.

Bai Wanwan saw the corners of her mouth twitch twice and laughed inwardly. ’She’s still just a Beastman, after all. A little bit cunning... but not by much.’

"It’s... beautiful," Zhuo Ling said, taking a deep breath. "But, Wanwan, if you have such a pretty dress, why did you have to tear mine?"

Zhuo Ling brought the issue up again, pulling everyone’s attention back to it.

Bai Wanwan blinked. "Exactly! I have such a beautiful dress, so why would I destroy yours? Look... this dress is so lovely, and I’m even willing to give it to you. Do you really think I’d be jealous of a few ordinary dresses like yours?"

This was, without a doubt, a resounding slap to Zhuo Ling’s face.

She was simultaneously scolding Zhuo Ling for being too stingy to give away her pretty dresses—offering only ugly ones—while also showing that she herself had even better things and was generous enough to give them away. It made her seem far more magnanimous than Zhuo Ling.

Zhuo Ling’s expression finally cracked, her face alternating between shades of pale and green.

Bai Wanwan smiled sweetly, holding the dress out to her. "I don’t know who ruined your dresses, and I know you’re upset about it. This dress is beautiful, isn’t it? Do you like it?"

Zhuo Ling looked at the blue gauze dress before her. It shimmered with an iridescent light and was exquisitely beautiful.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand.

Bai Wanwan continued, "Go on, take it! I have many more dresses like this. Your ugly dresses got torn, so be it. Just wear mine!"

Those words made Zhuo Ling swiftly pull back her outstretched hand.

’If I accept Bai Wanwan’s dress today, who knows how the other females in the tribe will mock me in the future.’

’The days when Jin Yi brought her gifts were her happiest. The other females in the tribe could only watch with envy and jealousy.’

’But this time, the dress Bai Wanwan produced made all the things Jin Yi had given her seem worthless.’

"I don’t want it. You can wear it yourself." Her tone completely lost its composure, shedding its usual gentle sweetness.

"But all your ugly dresses are torn..."

Her constant repetition of "ugly dresses" made Zhuo Ling feel as if her face was being stomped into the ground.

She hastily turned to the Clan Leader and said, "Clan Leader, this whole business with the dresses must have been a misunderstanding. I’ll be heading back now."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Her Beast Husband turned and left with her.

Bai Wanwan watched their retreating backs with a sweet smile. As if that wasn’t enough, she called out to the males from the Golden Lion Tribe who were about to leave.

"Wait, take these torn, ugly dresses with you. They’re a real eyesore."

Zhuo Ling, walking ahead, seemed to quicken her pace.

The surrounding females were still staring at the dress in Bai Wanwan’s hands. Mu Zhi shamelessly sidled up, chuckling as she said to Bai Wanwan, "Wanwan, I really like this dress. Since Zhuo Ling doesn’t want it, you should give it to me."

’The nerve of this girl!’

’I was reluctant to even buy an extra one for myself, and she just expects me to give it to her!’

"How could I do that? Zhuo Ling gave me four dresses. I prepared this one for her, so I’ll just give it to her next time."

"She has so many dresses, why would she need it?" Mu Zhi stared at it with longing.

"She has plenty of ugly dresses, sure, but she doesn’t have one as beautiful as mine!"

Bai Wanwan continued to rub salt in Zhuo Ling’s wound, though it was a pity Zhuo Ling couldn’t hear it.

"Wanwan, I’ll never bully you again. Let’s be friends. Just give me the dress, okay?"

For the sake of a dress, Mu Zhi had thrown all shame to the wind, even taking the initiative to grab Bai Wanwan’s arm.

Bai Wanwan snatched her hand back. "’Never bully me again?’ Why don’t you try bullying me just one more time and see what happens?"

After speaking, she turned and took Shi Hua’s hand, starting to walk back.

Shi Hua was completely stunned. "Wanwan, were you really going to give that beautiful dress to Zhuo Ling?"