Hearing this, Qi Zhen was dumbfounded. "So, she doesn't like us at all and wants to snatch away everything that belongs to us? That's true; she's always been like this since she was young. Ah, I'm so unlucky to have such a cousin, biological mother, biological father, biological grandmother, eldest uncle, eldest aunt… and my eyes. Why was I born with short-sightedness? Otherwise, I would have learned how to sew from our eldest sister."
Qi Zhen was filled with resentment.
Qi Tian poked her with her finger. "Stop sighing, there's no use. Look at me, I'm envious of your good looks. But will I become prettier because of my envy?"
Qi Zhen was as beautiful as a peony flower in bloom, but unfortunately, she had an extraordinarily fierce personality and also tended to be a little silly.
Qi Mianmian looked at Qi Zhen thoughtfully, wanting to take her pulse. In the end, she chose to remain quiet because she wanted to keep a low profile.
Well, since the three sisters slept in the same room, she would take Qi Zhen's pulse later and secretly treat her short-sightedness.
…
Half an hour later, Elderly Lady Qi returned angrily.
Qi Shan, who was making matchboxes in the yard, saw that Zhao Xiulian and Qi Moli did not return with her. She asked in confusion, "Why haven't Sister-in-law and Moli returned? Is her rash alright?"
Elderly Lady Qi was breathing heavily. "She won't die! Sigh, I don't want to hear about them. Hurry up and pour me a glass of water. I'll go to Luo Qingwen to ask for the money back after I finish drinking."
The three sisters in the room silently exchanged glances, but none of them went out to seek trouble.
Elderly Lady Qi finished her water and left angrily.
Ten minutes later, Qi Shan opened the door, her expression clearly indicating gossip. "She's coming, she's coming! Your grandmother has brought Luo Qingwen here."
With that, she turned around and left.
Not long after, Luo Qingwen walked in, accompanied by a pungent perfume.
She was forty-five years old this year, but she looked to be in her thirties. Her hair was styled in the most fashionable wavy curls of this era. She was wearing a cropped burgundy jacket made of velvet, a long gray skirt, a delicate lady's watch, with a handbag as a finishing touch, all of which highlighted her beauty and wealth.
But it was such a person who had personally attempted to take the original Qi Mianmian's life.
And it was clear that she wasn't guilty at all. She glared at Qi Mianmian angrily and arrogantly ordered her other two biological daughters out of the room. "Qi Tian, Qi Zhen, get out. I have something to say to Qi Mianmian privately."
Qi Zhen shouted like an angry kitten, "I'm not going out. I want to stay and watch you. What if you kill Mianmian right here?"
Luo Qingwen narrowed her eyes and reached out to slap Qi Zhen. However, Qi Tian nimbly pulled Qi Zhen behind her, causing Luo Qingwen to miss.
Elderly Lady Qi, who was standing outside the door, roared, "Luo Qingwen, you'd better behave yourself. If you dare to attack anyone in my house, I'll beat you to death even if it costs me my life."
Luo Qingwen replied sarcastically, "She's my biological daughter. I can hit her if I want to…"
…
Seeing that a pointless argument was about to break out, Qi Mianmian hurriedly shouted, "Stop! Eldest Sister, take Second Sister out. I'll talk to her first."
Qi Zhen was about to say something when Qi Tian dragged her out of the room before closing the door gently.
After Qi Zhen was forced to leave, she yelled resentfully at Qi Tian, "Why did you…"
Qi Tian covered Qi Zhen's pretty red mouth and whispered, "This Mianmian isn't the Mianmian of the past anymore. You don't have to worry."
Qi Zhen thought for a beat, then suddenly smiled. "You're right!"
…
After the door was closed, Luo Qingwen's delicate face became even more twisted. Viciously, she yanked a stack of money out from her handbag and flung it at Qi Mianmian, growling in a low voice, "Qi Mianmian, if I give you a thousand yuan now, will that medical book be mine?"
The money, which was in ten-yuan bills, scattered all over the bed.