Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "What kind of work are you doing, sir? It's none of your business how I discipline my servants."

“You…” Shui Sheng blushed deeply and glared angrily at Mo Qingcheng: “I won’t sell you the bricks from my house.”

"Heh, do you have the right?" A hint of mockery flashed in Mo Qingcheng's eyes: "Are you the person in charge of Qiliang Brick Kiln? If so, I won't buy a single brick."

Who do you think you are?

Zhu'er was startled and knelt down at Mo Qingcheng's feet with a thud: "Madam, spare me, it's all my fault."

“It is indeed all your fault. You are a servant who has overstepped your bounds. I cannot afford to employ a maid like you!” Mo Qingcheng’s eyes were deep and pointed.

Pearl trembled slightly and slapped herself across the face: "Madam, please... this servant..."

"Get up!" Shui Sheng couldn't bear to see Zhu'er being wronged, and glared angrily at Mo Qingcheng.

"No, Brother Shuisheng, please don't worry about me... I beg you... It's all my fault, I hope Madam can give me another chance..." Zhu'er was in tears, heartbroken, and pushed Shuisheng away.

Shuisheng grabbed Zhu'er's wrist: "Don't be afraid, I'll redeem you from your servitude."

"No! I can't do this, I can't hurt you, Brother Shuisheng, please forget me... I beg you... I can't let Madam down..." Zhu'er's face changed drastically, turning deathly pale.

Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a cold smile: "Zhu'er, do you know your mistake?"

“I know I was wrong! It’s all my fault! Waaah…” Zhu’er said as she continued to slap him. In a short while, the five-finger mark on his face became the last straw that broke Shui Sheng’s back.

"Zhu'er! Stop it!" Shui Sheng cried out in pain, clinging tightly to Zhu'er.

With a muffled groan, Zhu'er pushed Shui Sheng with all her might.

"What happened?" A cold voice rang out from the doorway.

A man in white, with an unnaturally pale face, appeared in the doorway in a wheelchair.

Behind him, the guards were cold and aloof, their steps light and nimble, clearly skilled in martial arts.

Pearl's face changed drastically: "Young...Master...Young Master Wan...you...I...I'm not like what you think..."

Mo Qingcheng immediately perked up; the main character had finally appeared…

Oh ho...

Mo Qingcheng whistled: "This must be Wan Gong and Wan Ziliangzi of Qiliang Brick Kiln? Seeing is believing."

"Madam is too kind. I apologize for being late..." Wan Ziliang looked at Mo Qingcheng, a hint of surprise flashing across his mind.

“It’s not too late, the real show is just beginning…” Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wan Ziliang.

Wan Ziliang's eyes paused slightly. "Madam is too kind. May I ask, how can I possibly serve you?"

"Are you sure you can make that decision? Your servant said he wouldn't sell me even a single brick..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Shui Sheng with a half-smile.

Shui Sheng knelt down with a thud: "Young Master, this servant was also angry, Sister Zhu'er..."

"Young Master Wan, you must believe me. My brother Shuisheng and I are innocent..." Zhu'er's eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful and endearing.

Wan Ziliang frowned slightly: "What does this have to do with me?"

“Young master? How could you be so heartless? This servant… this servant…” Zhu’er blushed deeply, gritted her teeth, and glared angrily at Wan Ziliang.

Wan Ziliang was looking impatient and about to explode when Mo Qingcheng suddenly chuckled.

"Young Master Wan, you wouldn't... have secretly conceived a child with Zhu'er, would you?"

"Pfft!" Wan Ziliang almost choked on his foot with a mouthful of blood.

"Madam, I beg you to do me a favor." Zhu'er lowered her eyes, a wicked plan forming in her mind.

"Make the decision? How do I make the decision?" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow.

"Madam...this servant is...carrying Young Master Wan's child..."