Yu Xiangjun's cold gaze swept over them with an air of authority, forcing the shadow guards and elders to lower their heads.
Mo Qingcheng waved her hand: "Little Xiangxiang, I'll pamper you when I have time..."
Looking at that smug face, Yu Xiangjun clenched her fists. What could she do when she was outmatched in skill, unable to beat him in a fight or argue with him?
The key issue is that this face is disgusting, the face beneath the mask...
Yu Xiangjun seemed to be thinking of something, took a deep breath, her face flushed, and left behind a cold and aloof figure as she fled in a panic.
Mo Qingcheng, with her roguish charm, whistled at Yu Xiangjun's retreating figure, waved her little hand, and led Mo Yi and Mo San back to rest.
It was so mind-bending, I accidentally went too far and almost couldn't get out of control...
Mo Qingcheng yawned and sat lazily at the table, while Mo Yi and Mo San stood nervously to the side, looking completely bewildered.
What exactly does the master want with them?
Mo Qingcheng gestured for the two to sit down. After a detailed discussion, Mo Yi and Mo San floated out of the room, their heads spinning.
Master... you're awesome! I admire you more than anything!
Mo Qingcheng dared not be careless and asked the farm manager to send a message to the children that everything was fine and they should not worry.
Unexpectedly, the little white dumpling had ulterior motives, and the little ones were driven to question their existence by the farm's antics.
Mother... help...
What kind of help is this?
For several days in a row, Ming Yu came to cause trouble every night, using one method after another. Mo Qingcheng wanted to grit her teeth and smash them, but the difference in strength was too great, so she dared not be careless.
The thoughtful farmkeeper secretly told Mo Qingcheng when no one was looking that the baby was safe...
With her heart finally at ease, Mo Qingcheng focused all her efforts on dealing with Ming Yu, while also figuring out how to maximize her benefits as the first major task upon returning to the Mo family.
You can't let people look down on you, but you also can't offend everyone...
After dinner, Mo Qingcheng took a stroll, dozed off for half an hour, took out a notebook, and sat lazily at the table, somewhat lost in thought.
Do you still think of Bai Yueniang and Old Man Bai?
Meanwhile, in Ruyi Town, the Mo family and Bai Yueniang, after a busy day, finally caught their breath.
Old Man Bai's eyes were filled with heartache: "Yue'er, take a rest..."
"Father, Yue'er is alright. I hope Sister Mo can return to the family safely..." Bai Yue's mother learned from Bai Yifan that her adopted sister, Mo Qingcheng, came from a very prominent family, something she never dared to dream of...
Bai Yifan rushed over, carrying a stack of documents, making no attempt to hide it from his father: "Father, Yue'er, look..."
Old Man Bai and Mother Bai Yue flipped through the documents on the table, becoming increasingly alarmed as they read.
"Fan'er, is the information reliable?" A cold glint flashed in Old Man Bai's eyes.
Bai Yueniang was startled: "Father..."
"Cough cough... Yue'er... I was just overthinking it. I didn't scare you, did I?" Old Man Bai felt extremely guilty; it was all his fault...
Bai Yueniang breathed a sigh of relief: "Father, let's work together to protect Sister Mo's home..."
Old Man Bai nodded, somewhat absentmindedly. Upon learning that Mo Qingcheng had been bullied on the way, he wished he could flap his wings and rush to Mo Qingcheng's side.
Bai Yueniang lowered her eyes. "Father, I want to..."
Bai Yifan and Old Man Bai exchanged a glance and said in unison, "It's fine if Yue'er makes the decision..."
A smile flashed in Bai Yueniang's eyes as she held Bai Laodie's hand in one hand and Bai Yifan's hand in the other: "Father, Daddy, and Brother Yifan..."
The next morning, the villagers of Ruyi Town were caught off guard by the bombing. Bai Yueniang handed over the management of Ruyi Farm to Li Changgeng and implemented a subcontracting responsibility system.
Li Changgeng, who was forced into this situation: "..."
If I say I didn't know, would you believe me?
I don't believe you for a second...
A dark figure landed lightly behind Mo Qingcheng, a pair of peach blossom eyes fixed on her, a voice cold to the bone: "Do you miss your husband?"
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