The Peach Blossoms on the Human Face Remind Each Other

"I've thought about it, I'll marry that vegetative person from the Xie family." Ruan Wuli leaned against the door frame of the Ruan family's old house, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. The cigar in Father Ruan's hand almost fell on the priceless Persian carpet. He stood up from the leather seat suddenly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes widened: "Wuli, have you figured it out? Great! The Xie family is pressing hard, and you have to marry to Nancheng within half a month. What style of wedding dress do you like, dad will order it for you..." "That's it?" Ruan Wuli sneered, "I will marry your beloved illegitimate daughter, and you won't express your gratitude?" The temperature in the living room dropped sharply, and Father Ruan's face turned gloomy: "How are you talking? What kind of illegitimate daughter? That is your sister." "A woman born from a mother is called a sister." She chuckled, with ice in her eyes, "She is the product of your cheating, and I will never recognize her in my life."