Upon hearing someone shout, Mo Dongcheng immediately threw down the stick in his hand, closed his eyes, and burst into loud sobs, his movements very practiced.

A mother's heart is always with her son. Upon hearing her son's cries, Zhao rushed to the scene immediately. Seeing her son crying so heartbrokenly, her heart broke. She knelt down, hugged her son, and asked, "Cheng'er, what's wrong?"

Mo Dongcheng opened his tear-filled eyes and pointed, "She hit me, sob sob, she hit me hard with a stick!"

When Zhao saw that it was Su Nanxi, she immediately flew into a rage. She had never accepted this woman of unknown origin, and now this woman was even more unruly, daring to hit her precious son. She was showing no respect for her at all!

Mo Yunmei suddenly appeared out of nowhere, "Second sister-in-law, it was her who hit Dongcheng, I saw it all, she hit him really hard, look how sad Dongcheng is crying!"

Zhao was even angrier. She coldly berated Su Nanxi, "I knew you were a troublemaker. You dared to hit someone as soon as you arrived. Are you still not awake? Don't you know your own situation? You could even hit Dongcheng, who is so young. You've gotten used to hitting people. This is the Mo family, not your old rich family. Change your arrogant temper!"

Mo Yunmei looked smug, raised her chin, and looked at Su Nanxi with disdain.

Su Nanxi slowly sat up. Her hand wound hadn't fully healed; the brat had hit her hard several times, and it was still in a lot of pain.

She couldn't speak, couldn't defend herself, and even if she could, it seemed no one wanted to hear her explanation, so she simply let them curse her, wanting to see how far these people would go.

She knew that her puffy eyelids made her look ugly no matter what expression she made, and with her old and tattered clothes, she could easily imagine herself looking like Ru Hua (a character from a Chinese folktale known for her ugly face).

Zhao saw Su Nanxi's appearance as arrogant and disrespectful. She felt a little ashamed after her impulsive outburst of anger, but that feeling was gone, and her anger flared up again.

"I don't care what you were like before, once you come to the Mo family, you have to abide by our rules. Straighten out all those ulterior motives you used to have! If you have any complaints, you can talk to the adults directly, don't take it out on the child! How could you do this to a child so young? You're heartless!"

Mo Yunmei, always eager for chaos, curled her lips and watched Su Nanxi with great interest. The harsher Su Nanxi was scolded, the happier she felt.

Su Nanxi looked up at her twice, and she immediately became unhappy.

"Don't give me that attitude. Now that you're in the Mo family, you'll be relying on us from now on. Don't be ungrateful! Do you still think you're the rich young lady you used to be? Now that you're in a farming family, you're just a country bumpkin!"

Su Nanxi didn't react much. She didn't take Mo Yunmei's words to heart. She was a spoiled child who hadn't experienced much and lived entirely according to her own preferences.

She knew that Mo Yunmei disliked her and ostracized her, and she guessed that Mo Dongcheng was also persuaded to come by Mo Yunmei after being secretly brainwashed.

Hearing the noise, Old Lady Mo ran over, only to be stopped by Mo Yunmei, who then embellished her story and gave Su Nanxi a provocative look as she finished speaking.

Zhao held Mo Dongcheng in her arms, nodded to confirm, and then remembered something important. She hurriedly pulled up her son's sleeve to check his injuries.

Upon closer inspection, there were no marks whatsoever. Afraid of misreading, I checked several times, but still found no signs of being hit.

Zhao felt a little panicked. Although her son was a bit dark-skinned and had rough skin, anyone with eyes could tell whether he had been beaten or not.

She didn't want to help Su Nanxi, so she quickly put her son's sleeve down, secretly squeezed his arm hard, and gestured to him not to speak. Mo Dongcheng pouted and remained silent.

Grandma Mo was skeptical of their statements. She felt that her daughter and daughter-in-law had exaggerated the facts, and she also suspected the new daughter-in-law.

Su Nanxi stood up nonchalantly, lightly patted her sleeves, and quietly watched them.

She could tell that Old Lady Mo was a kind and gentle person.

Even when someone accused Su Nanxi of committing the crime, she did not get angry immediately, but instead asked Su Nanxi in a friendly manner.

"Oh, child, are you not used to being in the Mo family?"

Su Nanxi shook her head. She didn't care whether she was used to it or not; she had to face it anyway.

Grandma Mo asked again, "Did Cheng-ge'er cause trouble?"

Upon hearing this question, Mo Yunmei immediately retorted, insisting that Mo Dongcheng had not provoked Su Nanxi, and that Su Nanxi herself was angry and couldn't stand seeing others doing well, so she beat someone up to vent her anger.

Su Nanxi wanted to laugh inwardly. So what if they were bullying her because she couldn't speak? They knew exactly what she was thinking. They were really something.

Although Old Mrs. Mo was kind and gentle, she was still quite sensible. She shook off Mo Yunmei's hand, which was being pulled by her, and scolded Mo Yunmei in a serious tone, "What are you doing pulling and tugging? Your old arm is about to break. Don't you want anything good for me?"

Mo Yunmei immediately let go of her mother's hand. If her older brother found out she had hurt their mother, she would be in big trouble. "No, no! Mother, I was just afraid you would get beaten up, that's why I held you back!"

Grandma Mo snorted, "You were so close just now and I didn't hit you! We need to find out the truth of the matter before we can just believe whatever you say."

Mo Yunmei forced a smile and replied, "Yes, yes, yes," but in her heart she disliked Su Nanxi even more. Even her mother, who was usually very strict with her, scolded her. It was all because of this ugly girl!

She was indignant and her eyes darted around. She caught sight of Mo Qinghe slowly moving his wheelchair around the corner. Overjoyed, she immediately rushed over.

"Third Brother, let me help you push." ​​Mo Yunmei pushed without waiting for Mo Qinghe's reply, and while talking, she explained the situation in her own words.

Hearing the sound, Su Nanxi looked up and was stunned. She had never imagined that there would be such a good-looking person in a farmhouse.

He was dressed in a dark blue outfit, faded from washing and patched. He appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old, exuding a cool and aloof aura. His face was sculpted with sharp, defined features, his eyes were deep and dark, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly, and his tightly closed lips formed a stunningly beautiful and alluring shape, captivating all who looked at him. A few strands of hair fell down, brushing against his cheeks, adding to his captivating charm.

This man seemed to arrive bathed in the glow of dawn; his simple clothes could not conceal his imposing presence. Even though he could not walk, he was still unforgettable.

Su Nanxi suddenly understood why Mo Yunmei disliked her so much. Although she was tall, she couldn't help but look like a pig's head. It would be an understatement to say that she was a flower stuck in cow dung.

Alas! What a waste!

She didn't think much of it last night because it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, but now that she could see clearly, she felt a little guilty. She didn't know what the original owner looked like. If she was ugly, then it would be quite a test for these people.

Su Nanxi thought for a moment and realized that if this place wouldn't keep her, there would be other places that would. If all else failed, she would simply leave.

Having figured it out, she was now quite curious to see how her cheap husband would deal with her.

Mo Qinghe approached, his cold eyes fixed on Su Nanxi for a moment before he spoke indifferently, "You hit Cheng-ge'er?"