However, Yan Menghuai was already completely bewitched.
He scared away his chosen husbands time and time again, so now matchmakers on the street shake their heads when they hear that he is looking for a husband for his daughter, and they won't even let him in the door.
He has completely lost face.
"What's so upsetting, Father?" Seeing her father approach, Yan Menghuai made no attempt to get up and greet him. She merely glanced at him before becoming lost in her reflection in the mirror. "If you hadn't failed to give me a good face, why would I need to borrow my cousin's?"
"Besides, marrying Wen Hao was Father's idea back then. Now, I'm doing this to fulfill Father's long-cherished wish. How is it my fault?"
Mr. Yan clearly hadn't expected to hear such outrageous words come out of his daughter's mouth.
"absurd!"
"Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents."
"How could you be so rebellious now, abandoning all your shame and acting like a dead person? Aren't you afraid of retribution!"
Yan Menghuai: "Outrageous?" She sneered, then turned to look at her father, her voice low, "Father, if there really is retribution, shouldn't your cousin be the first person she goes after?
Father Yan was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
I just felt that my daughter's voice was strangely similar to that of the person who should have died.
But if there is retribution, why bother looking for him? He wasn't the one who caused her death. Even if she becomes a vengeful ghost, she shouldn't haunt him.
Seeing that her parents remained silent, Yan Menghuai's smile deepened. "Don't worry, Father, Mother, I am your daughter. When I marry Wen Hao, you will also benefit from it."
Mother Yan looked as if she had aged decades. She turned around, looked at Father Yan standing at the door, her eyes reddening once again, and slowly walked over.
She must have owed this father and daughter something in her past life.
Instead of enjoying a comfortable and wealthy life, she insisted on doing low-class jobs, which led to her being kicked out as well.
Now, her own daughter has somehow acquired some kind of evil magic, and her face is becoming more and more like that of her deceased niece, even looking like she has transformed into her. There is no trace of her former self.
Yan Menghuai felt annoyed looking at the two people who seemed to have lost their souls. She knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If it weren't for her kinship with Yan Li, it would have been difficult for her to get her face painted.
As she thought about it, she continued to apply her favorite nail polish to her nails, completely ignoring the two people staring at her blankly from the doorway.
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