"Sis, how can you say that? If someone hears you, they'll think Old Ma is some kind of pervert."
When it came to sowing discord, Ding Caiyan was absolutely a natural; she never needed to "go home and fetch it," it was always at her fingertips.
After all, all these years, she'd done that sort of thing more than enough.
If a husband and wife don't get along, then they can't blame the third party for stepping in and whispering poison on the pillow.
Ding Caiyan's thoughts were filthy and disgusting. They couldn't stand up to scrutiny, yet she still had to force them into seeming "reasonable."
"Fine, I'm crooked, I'm overthinking it, okay?!"
Ding Suzhu really had been pushed into a dead corner: one was her husband, the other was her younger sister.
The two of them were united as one, obsessed with seeing her dead, refusing to let her have a single good day.
