Chapter 30 Who do you think you are?

All of this happened too fast. The cup hit Qiao's back, bounced off, and finally shattered on the ground with a crisp crack.

Qiao's cries of pain were also drowned out, and she turned around with a gloomy expression.

From a distance, his senile eyesight couldn't fully discern the girl's features; he could only see a fiery red dress embracing her, as bright and intense as a rose.

At that moment, the girl walked towards us, her long, flowing skirt draped over the ground and then billowed up, carrying with it a sweet fragrance.

The wind is absolutely magnificent.

Qiao's eyes twitched as if burned. She asked Mengji, "Meng'er, who is she? How can she be so arrogant, trying to hurt people as soon as she comes out?"

Judging from her entire demeanor, Mrs. Qiao thought she knew who she was.

But Madam Qiao didn't say anything. She pursed her lips, quietly straightened her hunched back, and waited for her to come and greet her, and for her son to introduce her.

Although it hurt a lot when she was hit, it was good because it allowed her to find fault with the woman and make Meng Ji divorce her.

Unexpectedly, no one noticed her. Meng Ji simply smiled and looked at the woman, "Madam, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to go back?"

"What's wrong? Now everything dirty and smelly can get close to you?" Yao Jin cursed first, then grabbed Meng Ji's sleeve and brushed the dust off his sleeve. "We can't wait any longer, Little Daoist, your injury needs medicine."

Blood seeped through his white robe, but the woman who claimed to be his mother couldn't see it.

Yao Jin's face was tense as he glanced at the old woman again.

That evening, she had asked him to check on his injury.

But Xiao Daojun refused to show her. After she pestered him for a long time, he only said that someone was coming in a while and they would discuss it after he finished receiving the person.

But how can an injury wait, and who is so worthy of a meeting?

Yao Jin watched from inside. She clearly saw the desire for power in the eyes of the woman who claimed to be Xiao Daojun's mother, and the false concern she showed for Xiao Daojun.

But even though Xiao Daojun clearly saw it and knew about it, he was still able to hold back.

That's the essence of shaking gold.

"It's nothing serious," Meng Ji said. "Madam, you don't need to worry about me."

He stood up, pulled Yao Jin back, but didn't force her. Instead, he lifted his robe and bowed to Madam Qiao, saying, "Mother."

Mrs. Qiao was satisfied, and even felt a hint of pride. "Hmm, this is..."

“I am his wife.” Yao Jin’s expression was displeased, and she tried to pull Xiao Daojun up.

"Madam, you should go back first." Meng Ji did not get up.

Seeing this, Yao Jin immediately understood.

If we're talking about maternal love and filial piety, then it has to be the mother's love that makes this ceremony possible.

She hated Meng Ji for his adherence to propriety.

"Wait a minute." Madam Qiao didn't let Yao Jin off the hook. She narrowed her eyes and said in surprise, "My son is actually married? As his mother, I have to take a good look."

Like a noble matriarch in the mortal world, Madam Qiao sat down, a glint of light flashing in her dull eyes. "Now that we're married, the daughter-in-law should kneel down and listen to my instructions."

Her son became the sect leader, holding a prestigious position, and she became the esteemed sect leader's wife.

She demanded that the woman bow and greet her, and the woman had to comply.

"Are you crazy?" Yao Jin had never knelt down in either of her two lifetimes combined, and it was already extremely rare for her not to curse at him, given her personality.

But she suddenly felt that holding back might have been a mistake.

“Who do you think you are…” Yao Jin’s red lips parted slightly. But Qiao’s eyes were fixed on her, waiting for her next words.

In just one meeting, Madam Qiao discovered the woman's arrogant nature. Having been a servant for so long, she was adept at observing people's hearts and knew how to easily stir up trouble.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, with countless eyes darting out but ears listening intently.

One is the young mistress, and the other is the old mistress.

They were waiting, waiting for the Immortal Lord's attitude.

At that moment, Meng Ji suddenly stood up and said, "Mother."

He clasped his hands in a salute, his eyes lowered, showing utmost consideration. “Mother has finally seen the light of day, and must be exhausted. Why don’t you have some food, wash up, and then catch up with Madam?”

As soon as these words were spoken, those around understood the Immortal Lord's attitude. Several understanding maids immediately came forward to help him up.

The strength that Madam Qiao had been holding back suddenly dissipated. She waved her hand and followed the maids away. As she reached the door, she murmured, "A son grows up and is no longer under his mother's control..."

Yao Jin couldn't help but bite her lip. After the person left, she plopped down, but kept a great distance from Meng. "Don't think that just because of this, I won't be angry."

It was only because of Xiao Daojun's protection that she managed to hold back her temper.

Meng Ji walked to her side, half-squatting down to look at her, "She is still my mother."

Yao Jin stood there, stunned, as if a water vat had been overturned in his heart.

She had no mother, and the concept of the Six Rites didn't exist in the Demon Realm. Most of the time, it was just demons having a whim, taking a fancy to each other and then engaging in illicit relations under the open sky.

Demons value freedom and are indifferent to kinship and blood ties. They don't care about their children; if they live, they live, and if they don't, that's the demon's fate.

After all, the strong prey on the weak, and demons only bow down to the powerful.

Since she could remember, Yao Jin had been fighting alone, crawling out of a sea of ​​blood, and had no concept of mother or family affection.

However, having read so many storybooks and having a father herself, she could understand after some thought: "She's your mother, so you expect me to put up with it?"

I can understand it, but I can't apply it to my own experience.

Meng Ji sighed, "I won't let you suffer any injustice." Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood up to protect you just now.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yao Jin understood immediately. She gently pressed her forehead against Yao Jin's, her voice slightly muffled, "Little Daoist, do you really have to be so formal..."

Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important; it is the foundation of morality.

A wise person knows what to do and what not to do.

Thanks to her time at school, she wouldn't have understood what Meng Ji meant by those words.

She should know that she admires a virtuous man, a celestial lord from the immortal realm.

She's just a demon.

Suddenly, Yao Jin understood.

They are not on the same path.

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Outside the Wugou Pavilion

Qiao was helped to a side room, where she had already finished her meal.

At this age, one can no longer taste the difference between salty and bland flavors. But the life where a mere glance is enough to have servants bring food is truly captivating.

Before we knew it, the meal had taken a little longer than expected.

After the meal, Madam Qiao sat there slowly sipping her tea. She wanted to find out something, so she glanced at the youngest person in the group.

Qiao pointed at her, "You stay and serve me, everyone else may leave."

Xiaoyun, who was called upon, immediately understood and stepped forward with a sweet smile, "Yes, Madam."

Xiao Yun's role here has finally become apparent. She is in high spirits, and in every question and answer, she follows the Immortal Lord's instructions.

...By the time the moon rose high in the sky, Qiao was exhausted.

Qiao waved her hand, dismissing Xiaoyun as well, as she was about to retire for the night. "Never mind, never mind. Since she saved my son, it's only natural to treat her well."

But despite saying that, when no one was around at night, she quietly got up and went to her dressing table.

Whether someone is putting their heart into it or not is obvious.

In less than a night, the room, which had been hastily set up, was fully equipped with everything it needed.

Even a mirror that an elderly woman wouldn't really need was provided.

With trembling hands, Qiao reached out and suddenly smashed the mirror to pieces.

A loud crash!

The noise woke the two people who were embracing each other.

Yao Jin shrank back and looked at Meng Ji, "Go."

Almost as soon as the weight in his arms was gone, Meng Ji pursed his lips and gave Yao Jin a deep look. "Madam, you should rest early too."

As soon as you step out of the room, you can hear hoarse sobbing, low and soft, like the sound of an old bellows playing a tune.

Meng Ji stood at the door with a blank expression and called out, "Mother."

The endless darkness amplified the evil in her heart. Upon hearing this, Qiao's expression changed drastically. She said through the door, "No, don't come in."

She looked at the broken brass pieces on the ground, at the aged face reflected in them, and gently stroked them. "My son, my son, now that you are a celestial lord, you can help your mother, can't you?"

Her previous tender exterior and deep paternal love were all torn apart.

The desire in Qiao's eyes was overflowing. She used all her strength to grasp at the son who could save her. She even knelt down through the door and begged, "Help your mother, help your mother defy fate and regain her youth. Please help me, help your mother!"

An immortal touched my head, and I was granted eternal life.

Qiao thought with hope that since the immortal could plant spiritual roots for her, her son could surely change her fate.

"No." Meng Ji said expressionlessly.

"Why not! You must be lying to me." Madam Qiao went mad. She stood up abruptly, her hope shattered. She screamed uncontrollably, "Don't you love that woman? As long as you save your mother, your mother will definitely accept her. If she wants the stars in the sky, your mother will find a way to pluck them down for her."

Meng Ji felt utterly powerless that his years of forbearance had saved such a mother.

He sighed, "Mother, stop making a fuss."

How could we not make a scene?

When a person loses their mind, they can't hear anything else. Qiao gripped the door frame tightly, "Isn't there the Mirror of Origin? You've been searching for the Mirror of Origin for so many years, just to make me return to my youth, haven't you?"

"Where is that mirror? Did that vixen hide it?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Ji frowned slightly. "It seems that Mother is still not fully awake. In that case, we cannot continue our discussion today."

His eyes were lowered, and his humble attitude could be seen even through a thin gauze window.

But Mrs. Qiao knew that he was protecting that woman.

Qiao was no longer willing to think about that person, but in this situation, at this moment, she couldn't help but think of him.

She did want a good life, but that kind of person didn't deserve her to live a good life with him.

"How could such a beast give birth to someone as affectionate as you?" Madam Qiao felt her eyes widen, her heart breaking. "You are my son! Shouldn't you stand up for your parents?"

Mr. Qiao did not understand.

But there were far too many moments like this, and Qiao was such a person. One moment she would blame fate and others, attributing all her misfortunes to others, and even beat and scold Meng Ji.

But the next day, he would feel guilty and cry in Mengji's arms, slapping himself repeatedly.

She only cared about herself; her affection for him was merely for her own benefit.

These actions might have touched people's hearts in the past, but not now.

The cold night was quiet and windless, but Meng Ji thought of someone and felt a warmth in his heart.

But temperature cannot be contagious, at least not to the Qiao family's heart.

The door to the dark room suddenly opened a crack, like a demon from the abyss. The hungry ghost stretched out a pair of wrinkled hands, but its voice was incredibly soft.

"Meng'er, come in."

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Author's Note: I'm recommending the pre-order for "Marrying My Sister," a story featuring a forceful and domineering marriage plot.

The eldest daughter of the Xie family of Chenjun was beautiful and intelligent, and her reputation spread far and wide. The Wang family of Langya came to propose marriage on behalf of their eldest son, Wang Daoyi. Three days after the marriage was arranged, Xie Qingyan was waiting to be married in her maiden home. She said to her younger brother, "I have no brother. On the day of the wedding, you will carry me to the bridal sedan chair."

Although her younger brother Xie Xingzhi was a playboy, he usually doted on her, so she probably wouldn't refuse this reasonable suggestion.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xingzhi's voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth: "Sister, you really have no heart!"

...

On their wedding day, Xie Xingzhi finally carried her onto the bridal sedan chair, but afterwards he turned back and went to the battlefield. A few years later, the once dashing young man returned to the capital, his temperament calm and composed, with an indescribable gentleness.

But only Xie Qingyan knew that it was just an illusion. The years on the battlefield had only sharpened this knife, making it more razor, sharper, and more unrestrained and daring.

Otherwise, how could her younger brother have appeared outside her bedroom in the dead of night, standing at the window and saying to her:

"Sister, are you satisfied with the husband I chose for you?"

"Sister, you have no idea how much pain I felt when I saw you off on your wedding day."

"Sister, since you pity him, why not pity me too?"

Xie Xingzhi gazed at the girl he had longed for, leaped out of the window, and climbed onto her bed. Like a venomous snake, he coiled around her, devouring her completely. Satisfied, his voice was excited and satiated, "Sister, he's dead, you're mine now."

According to the Xie family rules, a woman must marry at the age of sixteen, and she cannot remarry after her second husband dies.

The younger brother was willing to resort to such means to get her!

Consumption Guide:

Pseudo-orthopedics, half-siblings.

The male lead is a scheming, manipulative guy who cries whenever he can't get his sister's love.

The heroine's husband must have some kind of illness, otherwise our gloomy younger brother would never have given his sister away so easily!