Ding ifeng moved her lips but obediently entered the fitting room. Looking at the rag-like underwear in her hands, she felt incredibly embarrassed. "This is so embarrassing! Can these rags even be called clothes? And yet they're so expensive?"
Despite thinking that, Ding ifeng obediently put on the sexy lingerie. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw herself transford from an ugly duckling from a rural village into a swan. She hadn't realized she could be so beautiful, and she felt a mixture of shyness and amazent. "This is too beautiful! Is this really ?"
Ding ifeng was a bit weak-willed and didn't have much of a say. So when her uncle asked her to marry Xiang Hu, she hesitated for a mont before agreeing. This was all thanks to her aunt's persuasion. She didn't really have much of a say herself and was easily manipulated.
Soon, Ding ifeng opened the fitting room door. Her cousin was delighted to see the woman before her, dressed in high heels, suspender stockings, and lace lingerie. "Not bad, you've got quite a figure, but your breasts aren't too big, nor too small. Not bad, this is the one I'll take. Besides the black one, I also want a white one. Okay, that's all for now. Let's go look at so other clothes."
Watching her cousin buy these rags worth tens of thousands of yuan with a single wave of her hand, Ding ifeng felt a wave of dizziness. Is this the life of the rich?
After spending over two hours shopping, they bought nearly two hundred thousand yuan worth of clothes and dumped them all in the car. Then her cousin took Ding ifeng to a high-end restaurant for dinner, demonstrating a sense of luxury.
Looking at the prices on the form, Ding ifeng stuck out her tongue. This dish alone was over a hundred yuan. Her monthly salary probably wouldn't even cover a single al. Is this the life of the rich?
This was the second ti Ding ifeng had wondered. Her cousin's lavish spending had opened a whole new window for her, a door to the world of the rich. She felt a faint resentnt. Why did she have to marry a scoundrel like Xiang Hu? Halfway through the al, the quiet environnt didn't hinder conversation, nor did they need to worry about being overheard.
Ding ifeng took a deep breath. "Cousin, you have a great life."
My eldest cousin chuckled, a hint of pride in her eyes. She took a sip of red wine and took out a herbal cigarette and lit it. The aroma of herbs instantly filled the air. "You can have a life like this too. All this is thanks to Zhao An. It was my father who made and my mom holess. I don't dare resent him. He's been raising for so long, and finding him the best lawyer to reduce his sentence is the best I can do. I'm very content with my life now. I'm free and easy, without any burdens, and I have my own career to pursue. I live in a luxury apartnt, drive a luxury car, and eat the best food. I'm actually very grateful to Zhao An."
These were my eldest cousin's true feelings. Her initial resentnt towards Zhao An to her gratitude and admiration for him was a long and brief transition. "Long" simply expresses the distance between two extres, while "short" simply expresses ti.
From the mont she witnessed her mother, her aunt, committing adultery with her nephew, Zhao An, her cousin's life began to crumble, her outlook on life completely overturned. Later, she was infuriated by her classmates and friends: everyone else was adorned with jewelry, but she alone had lost it all, her pride, her luxurious lifestyle.
It's easy to transition from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to return to frugality; this is an eternal truth. Driven by a desire for material things, it was only natural that her cousin beca Zhao An's mistress. Furthermore, the relationship of a relative, coupled with the inherently forbidden practice of incestuous intercourse, made this blood-related incest a potent stimulant. At least every ti her cousin and Zhao An made love, they seed incredibly excited, practically draining themselves of fluids!
Listening to her cousin's recounting of the past, Ding ifeng unknowingly felt a closeness between them. Both of them had mories they didn't want to confront, and these resonated, creating a sense of connection, allowing them to speak their hearts out and gain acceptance. Ding ifeng also drank glass after glass, her face soon flushing as she recounted her painful past. Family matters shouldn't be shared with outsiders, but she felt bitter and aggrieved. Seeing her eldest cousin living so well, her resentnt suddenly boiled over, fueled by the alcohol.
The eldest cousin appeared to be sympathetic, but inwardly she sneered. This was fake sisterhood: one thing on the surface, another behind the scenes.
"Your father is truly a scumbag. I'm only speaking the truth. What do you think?" The eldest cousin clinked her wine glass with the other's.
Ding ifeng drank red wine, accepting every offer, already feeling slightly tipsy. "He's a scumbag, well, a beast. He even wanted my mom to serve that beast Xiang Hu this afternoon."
"Oh? And what happened?" My cousin was intrigued. This news was quite explosive. "Doesn't this make him a cuckold? A man cuckolding himself? I've never seen anything like that before. Maybe that's what n are like. They're truly strange creatures."
There was a touch of sarcasm in her words, a touch of disdain, and a hint of smirk.
Ding ifeng didn't care at all, and didn't notice. Her dissatisfaction with her parents had reached its peak. "They're all bad. They're all an to . I hand over my work wages every month, and I don't have any money at all. Wow. They want to date, but as soon as they find out about my family situation, they turn away. Wow, cousin, I'm so sad, I feel so wronged!"
"Okay, don't cry, don't cry. From now on, just follow , cousin. I'll protect you!" The cousin leaned over, hugged Ding ifeng, and comforted her. A disdainful smile curved her red lips, and a conspiracy was brewing in her heart.
"Okay, cousin, please help . I don't want to marry Xiang Hu. Can you help ?" Ding ifeng cried, tears streaming down her face. How could a girl willingly allow herself to be insulted?
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