239.Ferrari Ride

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“Eunha, you’re really too kind. Your third sister is jealous of you and wishes to snatch the position of Jeon Jungkook’s fiancée away from you. Yet you’re still so considerate of her.” Yerin began to feel angered at the thought. “Hasn’t she taken a good look at herself in the mirror? With her disgustingly fat figure, how could Jungkook possibly take a liking to her?”

[Yerin you are an ok friend but stupid as well]

“No matter what, she’s still my sister.” Eunha put on a helpless expression and successfully won over Yerin’s sympathy.

She drove slowly down the street and searched thoroughly before she eventually noticed Lisa jogging on the sidewalk ahead.

In the past, Lisa had been fat to the point where she would become breathless whenever she walked too fast. It was as though she would suffocate to death.

She always appeared swollen, and could barely manage to walk even a short distance.

However, right now…

They were several kilometres away from the Lee home. The fat wench had run such a long distance, yet she did not seem to be stumbling. In fact, she appeared to be in good shape.

It seemed like the fat wench’s recent efforts to exercise had been effective.

She had already lost fifteen kilograms.

At this rate, it wasn’t impossible for her to get rid of all her excess weight.

Eunha was determined to prevent Lisa from gaining a skinny figure. She steered the car near Lisa and lowered the window. She pressed the car horn repeatedly after that.

Lisa paused in her footsteps and turned to look over. “Second sister, what do you need?”

Eunha stopped the car by the sidewalk before speaking up. “Look at you! You’re drenched in sweat due to all this running. Quickly come in. I’ll give you a ride to the school.”

“There’s no need to trouble you.” Lisa rejected her in an aloof manner and resumed her running.

Eunha continued driving slowly by the sidewalk as she called out to her. “It’s still several kilometres away from school!”

Lisa did not believe that her second sister had a change of heart and was sincerely offering her a ride.

She vaguely recalled the time when she had found her second sister’s red ferrari to be especially cool and had hoped for a ride. At the time, her second sister had responded to her with her typical rude barbs. “Lisa ah, look at how fat you are. The acne on your face is also really ugly… I am not afraid of losing face, but if a hero is meant to be paired with a heroine, then, a luxury car is meant to be paired with a beautiful woman. Your appearance alone is sufficient to draw people’s attention. If you take such a fanciful car, won’t people laugh at you even more? Here’s a dollar for you to reach the school.”

[Lisa in her past life was REALLY stupid...her 'sister' used to say all these things on her face and she would never understand her sister's real motives...sigh]

Eunha had handed her a dollar note out of the ‘goodness’ of her heart.

At the time, she had stammered. “Second sister, a dollar isn’t enough to call for a cab.”

“What’s the point of calling for a cab? Just take the public bus.”

“But… a dollar isn’t enough for a return trip even on the bus.”

“If it isn’t enough, walk.” Lisa had kept the dollar note back. “I think you had better not go to school. Even if you go, you’ll only be treated like a zoo animal. It’s fine if you throw your own face away. But if you throw the Lee family’s face away, as your second sister, even the beautiful me will be laughed at.”

“I’m sorry, second sister…”

At the time, her inferiority complex had been at its peak.

In order not to implicate her beautiful sister, Lisa barely attended school.

Lisa returned to the present and turned to look at her. “Second sister, if I work out for two hours in the morning and run ten kilometres after, I’ll be able to lose a few hundred grams a day. There’s really no need to trouble you to give me a ride.”

Upon hearing this, Eunha felt as though there was a needle in her throat. “You can take your time in losing weight. There’s no need to rush. I’ll worry if you jog for such a long distance.”

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