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nSong Ci did not expect Song Peihan to go crazy so quickly. The latter even spoke without thinking. All she could do was mock her. In terms of craftiness, Song Peihan really could not be compared to Pang Xiaohui.

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n“Why? Are you jealous?”

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nSong Ci sneered.

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nSong Peihan acted as if she had just heard a joke.

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n“Why would I be jealous of your good-for-nothing husband? Song Ci, you only get to marry him because I pitied you. You only deserve things that I have discarded! You’re no different from your d*mned mother. The two of you are worthless!”

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nSong Ci touched up her lipstick. Her eyes were cold.

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n“Song Peihan, you better shut your mouth! You’re nothing but an illegitimate daughter born from a mistress. Still, I owe you my thanks. I wouldn’t have married Lu Gan if it weren’t for you. Maybe if you stop staring at my husband, I’ll actually believe your words!”

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nAfter saying that, Song Ci suddenly grabbed Song Peihan’s hair. She slammed her face into the mirror.

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n“Take a good look at your face. It’s green with jealousy! By the way, if you ever insult my mother again, I’ll leave scars on your pretty little face!”

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nSong Peihan was shocked. Song Ci had never acted like this before! Her eyes were like a pair of knives that would hurt her at any time!

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nThe mirror felt cold and Song Peihan was scared. However, she refused to give in and said with a trembling voice, “What are you doing?! Let go of me! This is the Song family’s house. If my father finds out, he’ll make you pay!”

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nSong Ci smiled.

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n“Go ahead and shout! Let them see your true nature! Let’s see who will pay!”

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nShe tightened her grip around Song Peihan’s hair.

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n“From the moment you appeared, your eyes never left my husband. Lu Gan is really handsome, isn’t he? But, he’s mine! You even pushed him to me, remember?

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nThen, Song Ci let go of Song Peihan and washed her hands.

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nSong Peihan was terrified, but also furious. She looked at her makeup, which was all ruined.

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n“Song Ci, you b*tch! I’ll kill you!”

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nSong Ci grabbed her hand and slightly curved her red lips.

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n“What? Do you want to fight again? Are you sure? If you want to kill someone, kill your mother! After all, she’s a mistress who ruined my family!”

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n“Song Ci, do you think you’ve won? You’re married to a cripple! You have no standards! What a joke! In comparison, I’m leagues above you!”

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nSong Peihan’s voice sounded a little flustered. She was afraid that Song Ci would go crazy and actually slash her face.

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nThe smile on Song Ci’s face slowly deepened. Meanwhile, her eyes were colder than ever. She looked at the time, then at Song Peihan.

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n“I see. So you haven’t learned your lesson!”

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nSong Peihan tried to stand up by supporting herself using the sink, but Song Ci kicked her.

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nSong Peihan was caught off guard.

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n“Bang!”

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nShe fell to the ground.

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nBefore Song Peihan could react, Song Ci grabbed her hair again.

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nThe tap was turned on and water began flowing. Song Peihan’s already disfigured face was then submerged in cold water!

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nSong Ci’s cold voice could be heard.

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n“If I could, I’d wash your brain! Do you know how long I’ve tolerated you?!”

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nSong Ci had wanted to do this ever since she read the book.

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nSong Peihan cursed angrily, “Song Ci, you b*tch! Let go of me! If anything happens to my face, I’ll kill you!”

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nShe struggled violently.

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nAfter a while, Song Ci let go of her. As she was wiping her face, Song Ci ran toward the main hall with red eyes.

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nSong Peihan had no idea what was happening, but she chased after Song Ci fiercely.

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