Chapter 589: Innocence is Hard to Defend

She smiled at Hu Xin'er and said, "I appreciate Madam Lu's kindness. Anyway, I'm only staying here for a few days. I'm used to being rough around the edges, so I don't need to buy anything extra."

Hu Xin'er shook her head. "If Master Du and the others knew you were putting yourself in such a difficult position here, they would definitely feel bad... No, I'll ask the maids in the yard to tidy up your room later and add whatever is needed!"

She was used to being the mistress of the house, and after saying this she looked around the house, wondering what else she needed to add.

Miss Du's eyebrows furrowed when she heard this. After much hesitation, she said, "Second Young Master is a stranger after all. It's not appropriate for him to get these things for me, right?"

"Huh?" Hu Xin'er was stunned. "I didn't ask Yun Jue to decorate your room."

Miss Du was also stunned. She quickly turned her head away to hide the sudden blush on her face: "I... I'm sorry, I misunderstood!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and she ran out quickly: "I'll go see who's here - is someone here to cause trouble?"

Hu Xiner looked at her back thoughtfully. Miss Du has always been open-minded, but now she seems to be a little strange.

"Open the door! Open the door!" The person outside pounded on the door angrily, shouting, "Du, how could you be so vicious?!"

"This vicious woman won't open the door, brothers, follow me and climb over the wall!"

Fists rained down on the door, and the slightly rusty door knocker was rattling.

The men outside looked ferocious and even the originally well-mannered scholar had his neck flushed and was shouting. The neighbors closed their doors and dared not make a sound, thinking that there were robbers outside.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and the indignant person who rushed in front almost fell flat on his face.

Miss Du put her hands behind her back, her eyes cold and stern: "Who was that knocking on my door just now?!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone fell silent.

Miss Du's eyes were colder than the frost and snow on the green tiles in winter.

Seeing that she had stunned the entire crowd with just one sentence, Hu Xin'er quickly walked over and tugged at the hem of her clothes, "What's the matter? Let's talk it over nicely."

Miss Du thought of the agreement she had made with her and coughed unconsciously, revealing a hint of guilt.

Although she is not a very cold woman in her daily life, she has never tried to act weak.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be unable to find a husband at this age.

The group felt the aura that suppressed them dissipate, and they thought Miss Du was guilty. After looking around, someone bravely said, "Great, you guys are really in the same group!"

When someone spoke up, others naturally followed suit: "Yeah, yeah, I knew these two bitches were not good people."

Some even directly accused Hu Xin'er: "You're pregnant and you're doing something so immoral. Don't you want to accumulate good karma for your child? Pah!"

Miss Du could still ignore the insults she received, but when she saw them insulting Hu Xiner, she couldn't stand it.

Just when she was about to explode, Hu Xiner pulled her from behind again, signaling her not to act rashly.

Most people still have a moral burden about scolding pregnant women, so they spit at Miss Du and use foul language.

Miss Du couldn't say the lines she had prepared in front of this group of people, so she had to turn around.

Hu Xin'er pretended to be shocked: "Miss Du, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes red? Stop crying! If Master Du and the others saw you being wronged like this, they would be so heartbroken."

As Miss Du was thinking about her lines, a string of ellipsis appeared in her head.

She cried? How could she not know?

The huge group of people at the door looked at each other and their voices became much quieter.

What? Miss Du, the female devil, is crying?

However, being able to make Miss Du, a usually arrogant young lady, cry undoubtedly gave them the pleasure of trampling on the dignity of the strong.

Someone immediately said excitedly: "Humph, I think he did something wrong, so he feels guilty!"

"You know how to cry now, what were you doing before?"

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Hu Xin'er questioned, "You all say that Miss Du is framing Miss Zhou. Do you have any evidence?"

The men had already seen how clever she was, so they said impatiently, "Get out of here, bitch."

Someone who considered himself a martial arts expert shouted, "See if I don't beat this vicious woman to death today!"

"Enough!" Miss Du suddenly spoke.

She had her back to everyone, and her tall figure looked a bit desolate in the winter wind.

Her voice dropped from a high pitch. "I'm sure everyone knows what kind of person I, Du Xiaoqin, am. Rumors are rife in Qingzhou City right now, severely damaging the reputations of both my family and the Zhou family. Do you all actually think I deliberately fabricated these rumors to frame Miss Zhou?"

"Don't bother trying to quibble!" a scholar in the crowd shouted. "Who else but you would frame Miss Zhou?"

"That's right. I think you're crazy about men, so you're jealous of Miss Zhou's beauty and talent, so you spread these rumors."

There were even a few obscene glances lingering on her, and they let out rat-like shrill laughter: "That's right, you bitch, you have no breasts and no buttocks, no one would want you even if you threw yourself on someone else. No wonder you are mentally twisted and framed a beauty like Miss Zhou..."

Hu Xiner and Xiao Cui couldn't help but clench their fists as they listened to their slander and humiliation.

What these people said is really too much! They really deserve a beating!

It is clearly Miss Du who has been framed all along.

Even these two bystanders couldn't stand it anymore, let alone Miss Du?

Hu Xiner couldn't help but cast a concerned look at Miss Du. She was worried that Miss Du would beat these people half to death.

But Miss Du's expression was still calmer than she had imagined.

Facing the humiliation from everyone, she also had a look of grievance and indignation in her eyes, but she suppressed all her impulsiveness and silently asked, "Is everyone...actually seeing me like this?"

"Over the years, I've suffered countless injustices. Every time a rumor arises in the city, it always ends up being blamed on me," Ms. Du asked with grievance. "I'd like to ask you all, how can I prove my innocence?"

Just as Miss Du said, many of these people are familiar faces. They tirelessly insult Miss Du every year, as if trampling such a rich lady into the mud can satisfy their already twisted psychology.

Even though Miss Du had shown weakness, there was no trace of repentance or guilt in their eyes. Instead, they became even more excited, like hyenas seeing the weakness of their prey.

"Innocence? Do you still have innocence?!"