Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 89

WHO'S TO BLAME IF ONE'S OWN SON IS NOT PROMISING? BREAK THE SIEGE

Acne cream?

Lin Pingping's ears suddenly echoed with Wang Meifeng's words.

Wang Meifeng had said that this acne cream was very effective and was made by the Divine Doctor.

But over the years, she had already used too many acne products that claimed to be effective, including cosmetics medications developed by foreign professors. Yet, her face seemed to have developed immunity to these products; no matter what was applied, it couldn't prevent acne from growing.

Would this tiny box of acne cream really work?

Lin Pingping sat up from the bed and picked up the light green box. Lifting the lid, her eyes met a light brown, cream-like substance. It had a subtle fragrance, carrying with it hints of green grass and a faint smell of medicine.

Lin Pingping was a Western Medicine practitioner. She knew that these were common ingredients, perhaps useful for ordinary acne, but they had no effect on her.

Lin Pingping sighed quietly and absentmindedly set the acne cream on the dresser.

Seeing her face reflected in the mirror of the dressing table, her eyes suddenly reddened.

Lin Pingping wanted to cry her heart out, but she couldn't.

Just then, the sound of the door opening came from outside, "Mom, I'm back! Make me a meal! I'm starving! Where are you?"

It was the voice of her younger sister-in-law, Hong Meiyue. She was lazy and ambitious, a giant baby at 23. Yet, she was the apple of Shen Qing's and Hong Da Bing's eyes!

Lin Pingping took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out, "Yueyue is back."

Hong Meiyue saw her come out and commanded like ordering a servant, "Oh, you're home? Why didn't you say anything? Are you acting like a dead person? Hurry and cook for me, I'm hungry!"

Lin Pingping squeezed a thin smile from the corner of her mouth, "Okay, just wait a moment."

Hong Meiyue continued, "Never mind, don't cook."

"What's the matter, Yueyue?" Lin Pingping looked at Hong Meiyue, puzzled.

Hong Meiyue spoke in disgust, "Look at your disgusting face. What if it infects me? I'll eat out instead, give me money!"

Lin Pingping looked at Hong Meiyue, "I don't have any money. I gave all of last month's salary to Mom."

In the Hong family, every penny of her monthly salary was handed over to Shen Qing.

"No money?" Hong Meiyue squinted, "Didn't you receive a bonus last month? Where is that bonus? Did you hide it behind my mom's back to keep as private money?"

Lin Pingping did indeed receive a bonus last month. That bonus had been spent on a Picasso pen for Mo Hudie.

An imported Picasso pen cost 200 yuan, amounting to several months of Lin Pingping's salary.

"No bonus was given." Of course, Lin Pingping wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Hong Meiyue about buying the pen.

"Oh," said Hong Meiyue, "I see. You probably secretly went to the beauty salon to treat your face again, didn't you? I told you before, your face will never get better! Going to the beauty salon is just wasting money! You just wait until my mom and brother come back, I'll tell them what you did!"

As she said the last sentence, a gloating expression appeared on Hong Meiyue's face.

"Whatever you want." Lin Pingping spoke indifferently.