Chapter 7: A Ruthless Slap in the Face-After Leaving the Monastery, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Capital’s Elite Heir at the Civil Affairs Bureau(A Pillow of Spring Dreams)

Shen Tingting let out a scornful laugh. "You must be acting like the fox who calls the grapes sour just because you can't have them. This is a really high-end red wine, specially prepared for me by our parents. A country bumpkin like you, raised outside, could never understand its subtleties."

Tian Xiaowei chimed in, "Exactly! I bet she's never even tasted anything this exquisite. She just pretends to know!"

Shen Chutang cast a disdainful glance at Shen Tingting. "You at least studied abroad, didn't you? Or have you actually never tasted real Chixia red wine?"

Shen Tingting's gaze darkened. "What are you implying?"

Standing at Shen Tingting's side, Tian Xiaowei sneered, "That's right—Tingting studied abroad. How could a country girl like you possibly know anything?"

Everyone here knew that Shen Tingting was the family's favorite. As for Shen Chutang, she was unloved by her parents and looked down upon by everyone.

Shen Chutang picked up the wine bottle and spoke slowly, "Authentic Chixia red wine would never have a blurry label, and its label should always face inward. Yet this one faces down. Such an obvious difference—can none of you see it?"

At her words, everyone instinctively glanced at the label on the bottle in her hand, momentarily forgetting whether the design should face in or out.

Shen Chutang took a sip. "Chixia red wine should be a deep red, full-bodied and mellow, gentle on the palate, with an elegant and pure aroma. This wine—neither its taste nor its color is right. Let me see... it's probably like a ten-yuan bottle of grape juice from the supermarket. Who would have thought you all had such a fondness for grape juice?"

Shen Tingting's face turned grim. "You're talking nonsense!"

Shen Chutang looked at her. "If you don't believe me, just check the wine stain on Shen Tingting's dress. Doesn't the color speak for itself? Or perhaps... none of you have ever tasted real Chixia red wine? In that case, I'll say nothing more."

Shen Tingting, flustered and angry, snapped, "Shen Chutang, you're doing this on purpose! Keep spouting nonsense and see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

Watching her lose composure, Shen Chutang placed the bottle in her hand. "Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that every wine bottle has an international code on the back label. The starting number of the code differs by country, and for Chixia red wine, it should start with a three."

Everyone looked—and the numbers didn't match!

"No wonder! I thought the taste was off, but I didn't dare say anything."

"I'm allergic to bad wine—I just had a sip and my arm's been itching nonstop!"

"Hah! So much for calling it fine wine. It's nothing but a cheap knockoff!"

Several wealthy young women voiced their opinions loudly, not bothering to spare Shen Tingting's feelings. The humiliation was obvious and severe.

Shen Tingting was livid. At that moment, Liu Shuhua arrived. Shen Tingting immediately ran to complain, "Mom! Shen Chutang is causing trouble—she says we're deceiving people with fake wine, and she ruined my dress!"

Shen Chutang blinked innocently. "Maybe you've been poisoned by fake wine—your ability to lie with a straight face is impressive."

Liu Shuhua glared coldly at Shen Chutang and unleashed a torrent of abuse. "What do you know, you ungrateful wretch! Always siding with outsiders! Do you have any idea how expensive Tingting's dress is? Tingting, take off your dress and give it to her to clean. If she doesn't get it spotless, she doesn't eat dinner tonight!"

Shen Tingting stood aside, wearing a triumphant smile.