Mo Qingcheng, a versatile interstellar instructor feared throughout the galaxy and known as the 'Little Demon Girl,' accidentally transmigrated into the body of an evil stepmother.
Da...
Qi Yuanwei let out a muffled groan, pulling Mo Qingcheng back to reality.
"Cough cough...you..." Qi Yuanwei was awakened by the pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, his mind went blank.
"Shut up!" Mo Qingcheng frowned. "You want to go have tea with the King of Hell? Aren't you afraid the poison will spread?"
"..." Qi Yuanwei was speechless, opening his mouth as if to say something but then stopping himself.
"Tear"
The next second, Mo Qingcheng ripped open Qi Yuanwei's collar, and the man's eyes narrowed. "Don't..."
"What's with all the fuss about a grown man? Doctors don't distinguish between men and women. Besides... do you think you're anything special?" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, her face full of disdain.
"Pfft!" Qi Yuanwei spat out black blood, trembling with rage. What a shameless woman!
Mo Qingcheng chuckled: "Oh, are you afraid of being seen naked by this lady? Don't worry..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yuanwei blurted out, "You have to take responsibility for me..."
"Pfft! Cough cough..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Qi Yuanwei with the look of someone looking at an idiot: "Big brother, you're overthinking it..."
"..." Qi Yuanwei's face flushed red, and his breathing became unsteady.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile, her face full of mockery: "Don't get excited. Taking responsibility for you means..."
Monster!
I've seen pretentious people before, but I've never seen anyone this pretentious. Is he even a man?
Qi Yuanwei closed his eyes, his chest heaving, and a small hand slapped his forehead.
"What nonsense are you thinking?"
"..." Qi Yuanwei held his breath, almost suffocating.
"Let's vent our anger..." Mo Qingcheng slapped the man's cheek again.
Qi Yuanwei: "..."
Is it too late to find a crack in the ground now?
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the two bodyguards. Would the mistress and master silence them? They seemed to have discovered a terrible secret…
Bai Yi's gaze was deep. He silently turned his face away and continued to stare in the direction of the door. The sky was overcast, and a cold wind blew, causing leaves to swirl and drift in through the window...
It's going to rain...
"Boom!"
"Snap!"
Thunder rumbled, and the light flickered. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Mo Qingcheng's forehead. She tried to wipe them away, but her hands were covered in blood, leaving her in a dilemma.
Suddenly, a small figure floated down, picked up a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from Mo Qingcheng's forehead.
"Boss, what brings you here?"
The young boy was cold and aloof, silent, with a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.
Mo Qingcheng turned around, startled: "Don't worry, it's human blood..."
Shangguan Yichen stared intently at the man with his bare chest, wishing he could kick him to the heavens and take advantage of his mother.
Mo Qingcheng was speechless: "Mother is a doctor now." There's no distinction between men and women... Hey kid.
"You're not!" Shangguan Yichen said coldly, as if in a fit of pique.
"Alright! A quarter of an hour..." Mo Qingcheng gave in, her son growing up...
Hearing the conversation between the mother and son, Qi Yuanwei felt a pang of sadness for some reason.
Good sons always belong to other people.
wrong!
This child is not from Madam Mo's family...
No... that's not the point... am I still suffering from lingering poison?
Mo Qingcheng frowned: "Magistrate Qi, do you want to drag everyone down with you?"
The woman's icy question pulled Qi Yuanwei back to reality. His face flushed red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.
Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes and continued treating the wound. At the crucial moment, the little boy stepped in and said, "Mommy, let me bandage it."
"..." Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback: "Okay!"
Shangguan Yichen lowered his eyes, tore off a few strips of cloth from Qi Yuanwei's body, and bandaged him up.
The man let out a muffled groan, seemingly in discomfort.
The young boy remained calm and composed, showing no mercy whatsoever: "Sorry, it was a slip of the hand..."