Mo Qingwu felt like she was spitting blood on the Third Elder's face. "You've gone too far! I've seen people bullied before, but I've never seen anyone bully people like this!"

When I say I'm not hungry, isn't that just a polite remark? According to the script, shouldn't I say, "I'm not hungry, but please sit down and have some"?

Why aren't you playing by the rules?

They're all bewitched by that vixen Mo Qingcheng!

Fine, I won't eat it!

snort!

Do you think I'd starve to death?

Mo Qingwu turned and left, leaving behind Mo Qingchen's soft sigh...

"Elders, Wu'er is young and ignorant, I'm sorry..."

Mo Qingwu slipped and almost fell to her knees.

Damn it, my own brother is siding with outsiders! It's infuriating!

Mo Qingchen's gaze was dim and unclear. Several people sat down and picked up their chopsticks, forgetting that Mo Qingwu hadn't eaten yet.

The waiter blinked and brought over a few more dishes. The Fifth Elder's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his chopsticks on the ground.

"Second Brother..."

"Gentlemen, this is what Miss Mo instructed last night, saying she wanted to give you a special meal..." The waiter smiled and brought the food to the table, bowed, and withdrew.

A thought flashed through the Third Elder's mind, his eyes flickered slightly, and he told the others not to be so polite.

Everyone devoured their food, becoming completely stuffed. Mo Qingcheng and Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue, in particular, showed no restraint, eating until their bellies were bulging. After drinking some digestive tea, they exchanged a glance and slowly stood up.

"Miss Lan, thank you for your hospitality. Farewell!" Mo Qingcheng waved her hand with a smile and turned to leave.

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."

Lan Shuangqin nearly choked to death, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. The maid behind her stared wide-eyed in disbelief. How dare the impoverished Mo family play such a joke on their young lady? They must be tired of living.

"Miss Mo, have you forgotten something?" Qingling, the maid in white, could no longer bear it and stepped forward to block Mo Qingcheng's path.

Mo Qingcheng turned around and coldly glanced at Lan Shuangqin: "Miss Lan, is this the Lan family's upbringing?"

Lan Shuangqin glared at Qingling: "Miss Mo, could you... give me another bottle of the medicine you gave me yesterday?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was refused: "No!"

Thinking it's just a cabbage? You just reach out and take it?

"Miss Mo, the rooms you're staying in were given to you by my young lady." Qingling sneered, having long disliked Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng sneered: "What? You think I got the better deal? Do you know how much that fourth-grade pill was worth yesterday?"

"You...it's just a pill, right? How expensive could it be?" Qingling was indignant, calling him a country bumpkin with long hair and short brains.

My lady isn't someone that just anyone can get to know.

"That's right! Miss Mo, you've gone too far! If it weren't for my young lady's kind heart, you lot would definitely be sleeping on the streets!" Another maid, Qinghe, immediately retorted angrily when she saw Qingling had been wronged.

Qingmei and Qingyuan exchanged a glance and shook their heads. Miss Mo wasn't as easy to manipulate as she seemed; were their young mistresses dreaming?

A meal in exchange for a fourth-grade pill? You're just asking for trouble.

Lan Shuangqin frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with anger: "Miss Mo, are you planning not to give it to me?"

“It’s not impossible…” Mo Qingcheng suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking Lan Shuangqin up and down. Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was choosing a girl from the Qinghualou brothel.

Lan Shuangqin was furious, and her two maids, Qingling and Qinghe, were even more enraged. They rushed forward and blocked Mo Qingcheng and Mo Chuyue's path.

"Miss Mo, I advise you to open your eyes..." Qingling looked over disdainfully, and the next second, tragedy struck.

"ah--"