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At a top medical and plastic surgery hospital.
High heels knocked on the hospital corridor, producing a slightly crisp sound.
The decoration style of this plastic surgery hospital was not as solemn and white as a normal hospital. The vintage European style of the walls and decorations made it look more like a beauty salon.
Knock, knock, knockâ
âCome in.â
Song Jingwanâs tone was light and cheerful. She sounded like she was in a good mood.
The door was pushed open.
All the joy came to an abrupt end.
âWhy are you here? Who told you to come?â
Song Jingwanâs face darkened. Her face was still wrapped in gauze, so no one could tell what she looked like.
Two days ago, Song Jingwan had just undergone a surgery. When she saw Song Weiwei, her first reaction was to ask someone to kick her out.
âSomething happened to my older sister. As her younger sister, how could I not come and take a look?â
Song Weiwei smiled as she closed the door and slowly walked toward Song Jingwan.
âSis, you donât want to make a big fuss in the hospital and let everyone know that we donât get along, right? Moreover, Wenchuan asked me to accompany you. Otherwiseââ
She suddenly leaned over, and a light and elegant fragrance entered her nose.
âDo you think I wanted to come?â
Song Weiwei smiled maliciously. She realized that she had really become bad, but she didnât feel that there was anything wrong with it.
She had been too weak in the past; she wasnât worthy of working for Miss Song.
Song Jingwan suddenly realized that Song Weiwei had changed a lot after she went abroad. The elegance exuding from her bones made her look like a real noble lady, and her skin was so white that it shone.
âYouââ
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She stared at Song Weiweiâs flawless skin for a few seconds and suddenly sneered. âDid you get plastic surgery? Which hospital did it? Itâs quite natural.â
Song Weiwei silently raised her lips. âSis, donât misunderstand. Donât tell me that youâve seen so many plastic surgeries during this time at the hospital that everyone looks like theyâve had work done? Just because you did it, donât accuse me of doing the same.â
She stood up and looked at the ward casually.
Although it was called a ward, it was actually more like a hotel. The atmosphere wreaked of Song Jingwan.
âWho... did plastic surgery?â Song Jingwan was glad that the project she was going to do had not been implemented yet, otherwise, Song Weiwei would definitely laugh at her again. âThis is called restoration, understand?â
âAlright.â
Song Weiwei spread her hands. âBut itâs normal for you to have the illusion that Iâve undergone plastic surgery. After all, my skin is indeed much better than when I was in China. Am I right?â
Much better? It was clearly a complete transformation!
âI just happened to meet a classmate who is also Chinese, and his family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations. âAs you know, such people always have some palace secret recipes that are not available to the public. As a result, my skin has become like this.â
Song Weiwei was showing off. âI wanted to bring some, but I didnât think youâd need it. Is it really possible for your face to recover?â
âIdiot.â
Song Jingwan mocked, âDo you think Iâm interested in that? Since youâre done showing off, get lost!â
Song Weiwei didnât care. She didnât show any emotion at all.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAlright, then goodbye, Sis...â
After saying this, Song Weiwei left with a faint smile.
Her whole body was full of self-satisfaction, and it was overflowing.
The room returned to silence.
Song Jingwan sat there in a daze for a few seconds. Just when she thought she would fly into a rage, she suddenly let out a soft laugh.
âSome people really know how to attack people while theyâre down.â
She knocked on the table and narrowed her eyes.