"Pfft! Cough cough!" Mo Qingcheng almost choked on her saliva: "You audacious wench, how dare you insult Young Master Wan in public? Do you have a death wish?"
"This servant dares not! Madam... This servant deserves to die, but the child in my womb... is innocent..." Pearl was on the verge of tears, a sight that evoked pity in me.
Shui Sheng felt as if a thousand arrows had pierced his heart; his mind exploded, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Zhu'er, tell me, this isn't real, it's not real, it's not real..."
“Brother Shuisheng…I…I didn’t want to either…” Zhu’er sobbed, her shoulders trembling.
Mo Qingcheng stared coldly at Zhu'er. She had long suspected this brat was problematic, and now it seemed she was right. A toad lusting after a swan—so she'd set her sights on Feifei's fiancé?
This is interesting...
"Young Master Wan, what do you have to say about this matter?" Mo Qingcheng asked, her eyes, usually calm and composed, now slightly furrowed.
Could this guy have done this? Such a hypocrite...
"Madam, it's all my fault..." Wan Ziliang said without joy or sorrow, his face expressionless.
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
What?!
There are those who return lost property, those who parrot others' ideas, and today there are even those who voluntarily take over others' losses.
You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.
Is this world a fantasy, or have I traveled through time?
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a faint smile. Wasn't this time travel? But this time travel was not the same as that kind of time travel…
Zhu'er was secretly delighted and quickly crawled toward Wan Ziliang: "Young master, I don't want any title. Just let me give birth to the child. I won't regret it even if I die."
"This young master will grant your wish... cough cough..." Wan Ziliang coughed, his face flushed, and he was panting slightly, almost suffocating.
"Young master...Young master...Help! Help! Help!" Zhu'er cried out in panic.
Wan Ziliang shook his head: "It's alright..."
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Shui Sheng was still immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. His childhood sweetheart, Zhu'er, was pregnant with the young master's child.
wrong!
It's all the young master's fault!
"Young Master, how could you... do such a beastly thing?" Shui Sheng was in unbearable pain, looking at Wan Ziliang with unfamiliar eyes.
Wan Ziliang's face was pale: "Cough cough... Isn't this what you wanted?"
Shui Sheng's eyes flickered slightly: "Young Master, you've had another episode. This servant will take you back first."
“No need…” Wan Ziliang refused, saying, “Madam, let’s talk about the brick business…”
"Young master, this servant... has an upset stomach..." Zhu'er's expression changed when she received a look from Shui Sheng.
Wan Ziliang narrowed his eyes: "Someone, take Aunt Zhu away to rest."
"yes!"
With a flash, one of the guards grabbed Zhu'er and turned to leave.
Shui Sheng's expression changed drastically: "Young Master, Zhu'er... no, Aunt Zhu, she..."
"You can go down too!" Wan Ziliang glanced at him coldly, revealing a hint of impatience.
"Yes!" Shui Sheng frowned, strode away, and paused slightly at the door: "This servant will remember you, Madam..."
"Hehe... I'll be waiting anytime!" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and gave him the middle finger.
Little brat, getting restless already? This instructor has a big surprise for you...
Prepare to be challenged!
A fierce storm!
Wan Ziliang's cold gaze met Mo Qingcheng's meaningful eyes, his expression remaining unchanged: "Madam, did you come here to buy bricks or to buy bricks?"
"Isn't it obvious, young master? Why are you here if not to buy bricks?"
Wan Ziliang: "..."
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