Being in her forties, Wang Meili, dressed up by Wang Meiqi, indeed looked as if she were just over thirty. Looking at herself in the mirror, Wang Meili could hardly believe it.
"Sister Wang, is this really me?" she said dumbfoundedly.
"My silly sister." Wang Meiqi said, "These past forty years have been wasted. You haven't used any of this stuff; how did you even manage to have two children?"
Disdain, pure disdain.
"When my kids' father died, I was still in my prime," Wang Meili said, though feeling somewhat inferior inside when facing such a radiant Wang Meiqi.
She's two years older than me, yet exudes vitality from head to toe and dresses glamorously every day.
Wang Meili thought she was right; she'd wasted the past forty years.
"Isn't your son a junior leader in the army? How could you not have money?" Wang Meiqi said with disbelief, "Let me tell you, you're just too soft. People need to be tough to avoid being bullied."
