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(Let’s See Who’s More of a B*tch (3)

“Let’s first eat then talk… We shouldn’t have to tolerate our hunger…” Pudding said and pulled over the plates of food. She put one in front of her little sister and one in front of herself.

The food wasn’t that great: it was just rice with two side dishes. The side dishes were simply stir-fried carrots and eggplants.

“What the hell! There’s not even a slice of meat…” Little Bean loved meat more than anything so when she saw that there was no meat, she did not feel like eating.

“Qin Mumu, do you think you’re on a vacation? We can’t be picky when we’re kidnapped, okay?” Pudding emphasized.

“They could still feed us better even if they kidnapped us. All they want is a ransom from Daddy… Psh… I’m going to complain to Daddy when he pays them to deduct millions because they fed us poorly…”

Little Bean showed her strong character when she was still able to joke in such a situation.

Seeing this, Pudding wasn’t worried that Little Bean was scared anymore and she no longer needed to try to comfort her.

The twins just sat face-to-face and ate.

“Sis, why are we so unlucky? We haven’t even been in this world for four full years yet but we’ve already been kidnapped twice. If you do the math, we’re kidnapped every one and a half years. We have a higher probability of being kidnapped than the president of the United States…” Little Bean complained.

“We can’t do anything about that. After all, our Mommy and Daddy are such incredible people.”

“Yeah. If Daddy and Mommy were ordinary people, then maybe our lives would be more peaceful,” Little Bean said.

“Then you wouldn’t be able to live a rich life. Do you think you can play the grand piano or eat steaks and ice cream that are worth thousands of dollars or have dresses that are super expensive if it weren’t for Daddy and Mommy? Do you think you can ride on expensive sports cars and live in luxury mansions?” Pudding refuted nonstop.

*Sighs* “Yeah, you’re right. There’s good and bad to everything. God is fair,” Little Bean said with a slight sigh.

“I read from an article before that talked about aristocrats from the ancient times and their offspring. These aristocrats looked like they lived a life of luxury and honor and should be a lot happier than ordinary people. However, they had too many inner disputes for power and wealth. Many princesses and princes couldn’t make it to adulthood because they were killed too early. That is why those who enjoy luxury will have to withstand the challenges that come with us. We are like them. People would say we were born with a silver spoon but we have also become a weakness of Mommy and Daddy. Mommy and Daddy’s enemies will use us to threaten them so we must learn to protect ourselves. We need to be responsible for ourselves and this will also be responsible to Mommy and Daddy so that they won’t have to worry about us so much.”

“You’re right. Those dukes and princes look like they’re living the life of one in a million but they all hide hideous darkness underneath their shiny clothes… There were so many dramas about the sons of the Kangxi emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Nine of the princes worked together to overthrow the heir to the throne. Their lives were probably a lot sadder than ours; they have so many brothers but they have to fight since only one can become the king. For us, we’re just a bit richer than ordinary people. Relatively speaking, we’re very fortunate. Oh, Sis, I suddenly have a question I want to ask you.”

“What’s the question?” Pudding looked at Little Bean as she put a spoonful of rice into her mouth.



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