Who Cared About Being Unfair – She Wouldn't Be the One to Suffer

"Why should I let her have her way just because she's two years younger than me? Even if she were only two years old, if she dares to make me unhappy, I'll still give her a thrashing," Su Yijia retorted with an eye roll. She used to despise such statements, but now that she was in this messed-up novel, she refused to be manipulated with this tactic.

"You have beaten Xinyue, and Qin Mingcheng was injured so severely by you. If you let Xinyue marry him, aren't you pushing your sister into a fire pit?" Su's mother held Su Xinyue in her arms, and tears streamed down her face.

"Yes! Since she pushed me into one too, it's only fair that I'll let her experience the same. Besides, aren't good sisters supposed to share both joys and sorrows?" Su Yijia nodded earnestly, without a hint of insincerity. Afterward, she looked at Qin Kaize and planted a kiss on his lips. "But no matter what kind of pit you are, I love it."