Yu Qinqin was somewhat livid.
She stared coldly at Yu Jingrong, looking her up and down, then suddenly broke into a smile. She said," Sometimes, not agreeing is simply to prove what he gets is the best. The woman a man chooses isn't merely about having a pretty face. If a woman only attracts a man with her face but lacks substance and ambition, she will ultimately be mercilessly abandoned by the man."
She was mocking Yu Jingrong for being pretty but empty-headed.
This was a common sarcastic comment from Yu Qinqin, since Yu Jingrong's academic performance had always been less than hers since their childhood.
Being inferior in all aspects to Yu Jingrong, she could only leverage this single tiny advantage to harshly put down Jingrong.
Yu Jingrong sweetly turned her gaze without any rush, raised her exquisite face, and calmly said, "This is an era that values looks. Beauty is a talent, and substance can be acquired and nurtured with time. However, the beauty one is born with is a gift from heaven that no one should belittle."
Having said this, her graceful gaze slowly measured Yu Qinqin up before raising an eyebrow. "I almost forgot; times are changing, and medical technology is becoming more advanced, and there are more and more artificial beauties. But for such aesthetic surgery, you need a good base to work with. Wouldn't you say so, Duoduo? Considering your beauty, I believe you must be very thankful for the talent you were born with."
With a few words, she had subtly shifted the focus of the conversation to Ji Duoduo, and altered Yu Qinqin's intended narrative flawlessly.
Yu Qinqin initially wanted to state that she, unlike Yu Jingrong, was not only beautiful but also substantial. But now, the conversation has twisted to her being hideous, and not even becoming pretty after plastic surgery.
Once Yu Qinqin realized this, she became completely enraged!
She never thought she would live to see the day where Yu Jingrong would mock her for being ugly. She was not ugly. Relative to Yu Jingrong and Ji Duoduo, she was just a bit less attractive. Talking about cosmetic surgery was quite an exaggeration - she merely had some minor tune-ups.
The atmosphere was tense, seemingly on the verge of exploding at any moment.
Seeing Yu Qinqin about to lose control of her temper, the previously quiet Elder Yu finally spoke up, "Enough! I don't want any more bickering between the two of you."
He was the patriarch of the Yu family, his words had an authoritative power, and resistance was futile.
No matter how resentful they were, they had to comply in the end.
Elder Yu took a puff from his pipe, squinting his eyes as he studied Yu Jingrong. Everyone fell silent, as if he was considering something.
After a moment of silence, he addressed Yu Jingrong in a very calm tone, "Don't be defiant. Qinqin is not wrong."