When Mu Zhonghe met her ambiguous gaze, a chill ran down his spine. He subconsciously waved to Rong Shang, signaling her not to tell Mu Qinghai outside that he was here.
But how could Rong Shang be lenient with someone like that?
She chuckled casually, then suddenly raised her voice, "Father, I also want to get ready quickly, but—"
Before she could finish speaking, Mu Zhonghe lunged at her from the front and tried to cover her mouth.
Rong Shang's expression turned cold, and she kicked him directly.
The person was kicked away and crashed directly into the wall behind them.
Mu Zhonghe immediately let out a few loud "howls".
Mu Qinghai, who was outside the door, suddenly heard his son's voice. His expression changed, and he stepped inside.
In an instant, the boy who had fallen to the ground came into his view, and Mu Qinghai became angry, "Mu Zhonghe, what are you doing in your sister's room?"
"He said he's going to delay me today and make me miss the auspicious day."
Mu Qinghai was already very angry, but Rong Shang added insult to injury.
Enraged, Mu Qinghai stepped forward, grabbed Mu Zhonghe by the collar, and dragged him up. "Mu Zhonghe, have you lost your mind? How dare you come here to cause trouble?"
"Father, I didn't, I'm not—"
"go out!"
Without listening to Mu Zhonghe's explanation at all, Mu Qinghai, his face ashen, dragged him out.
Now the bridal sedan chair from the Fu family has arrived at the door, and this brat only knows how to cause trouble.
After leaving Rong Shang's room, Mu Qinghai immediately called the butler over and ordered him to lock Mu Zhonghe in the room and not let him out.
Madam Mu had just come out of Mu Yunqing's room across the street, her eyes still red. When she heard Mu Qinghai say that he was going to lock up Mu Zhonghe, she became even more agitated.
"What? Now that you have a daughter who can marry into the Fu family, you don't want the three of us anymore?"
These past few days, Mu Qinghai's changes have all been for Rong Shang's sake. Madam Mu has seen it all and has long been fed up with him.
"Qing'er doesn't want to marry Liang Zhengzong, but you insist on making her marry him. Have you ever thought about whether our daughter will be happy?"
"Ha." Madam Mu chuckled sarcastically, "And what has our Zhong'er done to anger you two? You actually want to lock him in a room on his sister's wedding day."
"Mother, Mother, please save me." As soon as Madam Mu arrived, Mu Zhonghe's confidence immediately returned.
But no matter how hard he struggled, the butler held him tightly, and sometimes when he touched the wounds on his body, Mu Zhonghe would scream in pain.
His shout only fueled Madam Mu's anger, and she grabbed Mu Qinghai's long robe, leaving many wrinkles on it.
"Mu Qinghai, tell me, tell me! How can you face your mother and son?"
On this joyous day, Madam Mu insisted on making a scene here.
Fortunately, the constant sound of firecrackers and drums outside masked the argument inside.
Mu Qinghai was getting annoyed. He yelled, "Lan Yu, can you stop making a scene?!"
What would happen if outsiders saw this?
"I'm making a scene?" Madam Mu cried out, "You, Mu Qinghai, I'm just saying a few words to you and you're saying I'm making a scene?"
"Tell me, do you come home after eating out and think I'm an embarrassment to you because I'm a haggard old woman?"
Madam Mu's words became increasingly outrageous. Just then, the bridal sedan chairs on both sides arrived at the door, and the matchmaker walked in from outside, fanning herself with a fan.
"Mr. and Mrs. Mu, congratulations!"
Another matchmaker also offered her congratulations, "Congratulations, congratulations! This is truly a double blessing!"
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