Two-faced President, So Hard to Pacify (2)

Little Four, are you sure the person pleading for that scumbag and his mistress is my little sister, not my enemy?

Su Qiao stroked the silk handkerchief in her hand.

The quality was pretty good—smooth and soft.

Combined with the Western-Chinese fusion and somewhat European-style white building, it was clear that this family was quite wealthy.

She would have to get more money before leaving.

Yes, that settled it.

Little Master testified that she was indeed your biological sister, but she was born to your maternal family's Second Madam.

So there was another layer of separation between them. That made it a little easier to bear.

If they had truly come from the same mother's womb, she would have given her a hard slap.

Su Ying looked at the silk scarf on her sister's face with some disdain. "Sis, don't take this the wrong way, but you and Second Young Master really aren't a good match."

"He returned from studying abroad. He's talented and ambitious, while you've never even attended school or received any higher education. Your levels of thought are completely different."

"Your differences are too great. You have no shared interests or common language. You're not people from the same world at all."

"My classmate Qiu Ci is different. Her ideas are modern, she's received higher education, and she even studied abroad for a year."

"Most importantly, she's extremely talented. She's published poetry collections and often writes for newspapers and magazines, earning the admiration of many people. She even knows English and German."

"Sis, she's simply too outstanding. Any woman would pale beside her. Only someone like her could be worthy of a talented modern gentleman like my brother-in-law. You really can't compare with her, so please let them be together!"

Su Qiao: "..."

Just because that woman