The Cure for Every Kind of Defiance

Everyone summed up the ex-boyfriend of the eldest sister, Ming Zhu, as a painting: a priceless masterpiece. Ming Zhu's second boyfriend was also a painting, though a rather abstract one. Also known as: The Three Ming Sisters: You're Sick, I've Got the Cure! * If you want to vote for this book, please choose “Classic Must-Read.” This is important, so I'll say it three times: Classic Must-Read! This story is set in a fictional world. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental! “My two daughters: one is a hypocrite, and the other is a real villain,” Zhang Lu said. * “Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my younger sister?” “Big sis, just let me die. Let me die...” “How could this happen? My sister is only fifteen...” Ming Lan cried out. How could it be? Had there been some mistake? She didn't even have a boyfriend. How could she have an STD? But Ming Zhu stared straight at Ming Yue. “Who hurt you?” With tears streaming down her face, Ming Lan held the youngest sister tight. She was determined to report it and make sure the other person died for it. Ming Zhu turned and left the ward, her steps growing faster and faster. Ming Lan chased after her. “Where are you going? They did this to our little sister, and you're just going to swallow your anger?” Ming Yue was still so young. Had they hurt her like this just because they disliked Ming Lan? “I can't wait for the court to pass judgment,” Ming Yue said, her voice growing steadily colder. Ming Zhu followed the two people ahead upstairs. Yao Kezhen was about to close the door when she noticed Ming Zhu right behind her. Before Yao Kezhen could say a word, Ming Zhu struck her with a brick, leaving her bleeding profusely. Yao Keke, standing nearby, was terrified. Ming Zhu gripped a fishing line in both hands. Yao Kezhen fell to the floor, clutching her head, while Yao Keke stared at Ming Zhu in horror. “What are you going to do?” “Send you to the afterlife,” Ming Zhu said slowly. “That's against the law!” Yao Kezhen shouted. Ming Zhu had scared her half to death. Suddenly, Zhang Lu's words came back to her: Ming Zhu was a hypocrite who would never shed her protective facade unless absolutely necessary. But what had happened? Why was Ming Zhu trying to kill her? Ming Zhu pulled the fishing line tight with both hands, winding it around Yao Keke's neck. She pulled hard from both sides and braced one foot against the wall behind her for leverage. The smile on her face only grew wider. “Die.”