“What’s the use of her being beautiful if she can’t compete against her daughter!” Lilan’s lips were twisting in anger. “If I had known this, I would have had a daughter with Marco!”
Shuhai’s wrinkles seemed to increase from his agitation. “If you didn’t pretend to be Marco’s wife, would he have wanted you?”
“You…” Lilan raised her voice, “Watch your words. If it wasn’t for me, would you have been able to enjoy the past few years of wealth?”
“Alright, Lilan.” Shuhai embraced her and softened his attitude. “I’ve given you so much. Despite the fact that we separated for years, I never married anyone because of you.”
“Isn’t that what you should be doing?” She asked sternly.
“Of course it is.” Shuhai rushed to agree. “You must have gone silly from anger. Our Eunha is also a great beauty. How can a mother criticise her own daughter for not being beautiful enough?”
“Isn’t it all because of Lalisa, that whore!”
…
On the second floor of the audience seats in Yuhua district’s Great Hall, Tzuyu took in her best friend’s stunning appearance and heaved a large sigh of relief. She also felt joy on her behalf.
This time, Eunha wouldn’t be able to humiliate Lisa again.
One seat away, Jungkook’s gaze was as deep as the ocean.
He appeared expressionless as he had already known of Lisa’s beauty.
However, he was too attracted to Lisa. His cold, sharp gaze was fixated on his fiancée on-stage. He could not bear to look away even for a moment.
Behind him, Bambam felt his cheeks turning swollen from the metaphorical beating he was experiencing.
Who asked him to always ask Lisa to take a look in the mirror in the past. He even mocked her for being the ugliest in the world…
His lips were too toxic and now that the tides have changed, he wondered how many people would scold him for being blind?
However, at the thought that he wasn’t the only person with poor eyesight.
Bambam instantly felt better.
On stage, Eunha saw that the audience were completely speechless. As both Lisa and her were facing the audience, she did not turn to check Lisa’s face.
“Everyone must be frightened by Lisa’s rotten face, right?” Eunha spoke in what she assumed was good humour. “My third sister’s acne-covered face, her medicine-covered face and finally, her frightening, rotten face. I’m sure that no one would have expected Lisa’s triple facial transformation act would be even more frightening than a female ghost. However, this rotten face is her true appearance. Is everyone able to tolerate the fright?”
She then asked Zheng Jun. “Senior Zheng, how about it? Is my third sister’s facial transformation comparable to yours?”
Everyone beneath the stage looked at Eunha as though she was an idiot. Much of the audience began booing and jeering.
Zheng Jun turned to the side. He stared in awe at Lisa’s stunning beauty. “I am willing to admit my defeat. No matter how perfect my performance was, it cannot compare to the revelation of her true appearance!”
Eunha had already noticed something amiss from the audience’s reaction.
When she heard Zheng Jun’s response, she turned to look at Lisa. She stared in disbelief at her fair, stunning appearance and began shrieking. “How is this possible? This cannot be Lalisa!”
Zheng Jun really despised Eunha’s attitude of backing them into the corner.
He took the initiative to hand his microphone over to Lisa.
Lisa responded calmly with the microphone in her hand. “Lee Eunha, why isn’t it me?”
Eunha backed away in fright. Her feet staggered and her heels slipped against the ground. She fell on the floor. “This isn’t how you actually look. It isn’t!”
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Pampered Wife's Counterattack | Book 3
Fanfiction"It's my first time. I'm afraid of pain. Be gentle..." Lisa's body is stiff with anxiety. Jungkook pinches her dotingly. "We're just swimming. I didn't pull you with too much force; how did you manage to flop into the water like that?" In their prev...
