The Parvenu's Original Wife Was Reborn

Sun Lifang, diagnosed with terminal cancer, reflected on her hard-fought life in the hospital. She had once enjoyed immense glory, riding on her husband's success, with a loving family and chil...

Chapter 32 Don't create a cult of personality!

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Tong poked his forehead with her index finger and excitedly interrupted him, "What do you know? My sister Fang is a woman of great hidden talent."

Give me back my sister Fang!

Tong Guichun said helplessly, "Don't create a personality cult."

In the blink of an eye, his wife swayed her hips and entered the house.

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Inside the suite, Du Qiaozhi covered her head with a blanket, sulking with a cold face, refusing to come out no matter how her mother tried to comfort her.

"How could your sister do this? She knew you had a fight with that person, yet she still let someone else win the first prize. Does she not respect us at all? She's getting more and more outrageous!" The curly-haired woman circled the large bed, nagging incessantly.

"And that Sun Lifang, she's got all the air about her. Look around, who talks to her? Nobody likes her. She's just a guest. You're the host here, why are you arguing with her?"

The blanket curled up into a ball and turned over.

Mrs. Curly exclaimed, "Oh dear, if you really mind, I'll go talk to your sister and ask her not to talk to Sun Lifang, okay?"

As they spoke, they prepared to take action.

"Don't go!" A head popped out from under the blanket. Du Qiaozhi was covered in sweat and looked terrible. "She treated me like this today. I won't let her get away with it. She conspired with others to trick me."

"other people?"

The curly-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed, touched her daughter's sweaty temples, and asked anxiously, "Who bullied you with her? Who was it?"

She couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer even the slightest injustice, especially the way her daughter looked when she came home today.

Looking back now, I realize I was clearly frightened.

"Don't worry about it, and don't go looking for your sister. This has nothing to do with her," Du Qiaozhi emphasized. She turned and picked up the phone on the bedside table, saying in a deep voice, "I have people. Don't worry, I'll make her regret it."

"What are you worried about? Who are you calling? Don't do anything reckless."

Before she could finish speaking, under Du Qiaozhi's firm stance, and to prevent others from eavesdropping, she pushed the curly-haired woman out, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her.

"She brought this on herself!"