Guan Ling frowned, irritation rising within her. She glanced at Xiang Yuan, who was still dry-heaving, and curled her lips into a smile. "You're absolutely right. There is indeed a scar-covered, one-eyed ugly woman in this room. She's even missing an arm, looking like a vicious ghost—enough to make anyone vomit."
"Hey, you old hag with powder flaking off your face, have some self-awareness. My boss lady is clearly as beautiful as an angel. You're the ugly monster."
Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes. "Beautiful skins are a dime a dozen; interesting souls are one in ten thousand. No amount of whitewash can hide your ugly heart. And please don't point those sagging boobs at me. I'm still young—I deserve better."
Guan Ling's attacks were fierce, but Xiang Yuan was no slouch either. A few retorts from him left Guan Ling speechless on the spot.
She straightened up, drew a deep breath, and took a moment to calm herself. The look she cast down at him was especially contemptuous.
Twenty years ago, if she and Guan Yan had stood together and someone called out, "Beautiful ladies," she guaranteed she would not have turned around.
But now, beautiful women were simply this confident. No matter how sharp Xiang Yuan's tongue was, reality stood right before them. There was no need for her to argue.
Still, the "old hag" and "sagging" remarks had truly gotten under her skin. The more she thought about them, the angrier she became. With a cold laugh, she said, "As expected of my cousin. After all these years, there are still blind young fools falling at your skirt. We sisters are so close, and I, your kind-hearted little cousin, will pay to arrange a wedding for you—so you won't die without ever getting married."
Guan Yan remained silent