Chapter 83 Each Has His Own Situation (III)

Molan finally raised her eyelids and looked at this man. He had a greasy face and powdered hair. He was the playboy in Aunt Wei's story. Looking at the people walking with him, they all had obscene smiles and were dressed gorgeously, but none of them had proper manners. This must be the dandy boy that Aunt Wei mentioned. Molan's mind was in turmoil. She didn't dare to tell her her family name. If they were all sons of high-ranking officials in Beijing, they would not only be intimidated by their father's official position, but would also use it to control her.

"What are you looking at, young lady? You are not allowed to look at other brothers. You are the one I like!" The man surnamed Zhu approached Molan and teased shamelessly.

Molan looked at the obscene man so close to her, and could smell the pungent smell of alcohol. She could also hear the obscene words from him. She wanted to scream, but she held back. Seeing that everyone around her was hiding far away, she knew that they were not easy to mess with. Molan

clenched her fists tightly, trying her best to suppress her urge to scream, and also fighting against her fear. She shouted in her heart, hoping that someone would come to save her. But no, the other's hand was about to touch Molan's face. Molan subconsciously dodged, "Oh, the girl is quite fierce! I like girls with fierce tempers the most!"

"Hahahaha... Today, the brothers will not compete with you. I like girls who are still charming, not girls who have not grown up. I don't know why you like this!"

"Brother Zhu not only likes this, but also boys. Brother Zhu is also eager to make a move! Hahahaha" The teasing of several dandies fell into Molan's ears so recklessly. Molan felt that she had become a fish on the chopping board.

"Come on, carry the person back for me, young master!" The man surnamed Zhu rubbed his chin and licked his lips with interest.

Seeing several servants coming towards her, Molan immediately pulled out her hairpin and stabbed her neck with it. With a crisp sound, Molan was slapped to the ground, and the hairpin also fell to the ground. Molan failed to commit suicide.

"Why are you pretending to be a virtuous woman in front of me? Tie them up!" The thugs rushed up to tie up Molan again, and Molan struggled desperately.

At this time, the people who tied up Molan's hands and feet were kicked to the ground, and then the people who had just tried to grab Molan fell to the ground one by one. A steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from far away, and Molan turned back with hope. I saw a majestic lady, dressed in luxurious yet dignified clothes, walking into the crowd. Her steps were firm and calm, and each step was filled with unspeakable majesty. When the servants in shorts saw the lady coming, they saluted and said, "Madam!" It was obvious that they had just saved Molan.

The lady's eyes were like torches, and she instantly locked onto those dandies. A cold light flashed in her eyes that could not be violated. Without waiting for a word, the group of dandies was frightened by her invisible aura. The lady walked forward and protected Molan behind her.

The man surnamed Zhu saw who was coming and hurriedly used his sleeves to cover his face. He didn't want to be recognized, so he covered his face and waved to his brothers, ready to leave.

"Young Master Zhu! Goodbye!" The man surnamed Zhu had already slowly retreated. When he heard the lady point out his identity, he stumbled and fell flat on his face. Even so, he did not dare to say a word. He got up and ran away with his people.

"Hmph!" The lady snorted disdainfully. Young Master Zhu was the eldest son of the Minister of War. He was spoiled by his mother and grandmother since he was a child, and grew up to be an uneducated playboy. How did the lady know him? Because the minister's wife had just asked her a few days ago to help her find a suitable girl. Who would have thought that Young Master Zhu was so unbearable in private. The lady turned around and glanced at the little girl who was only eight or nine years old. In her heart, she cursed the man surnamed Zhu as worse than a beast.

Then, the lady slowly walked towards Molan. She looked at Molan and felt that this little girl looked too weak. But when she saw the bloodstain on Molan's neck and remembered the determination when Molan swung the hairpin, she felt that this girl was a proud person.

"Thank you for saving me, madam!" Molan bowed to the lady.

"You are a good girl who knows how to be polite! Why are you here alone?" the lady asked.

Molan suddenly knelt down and bowed deeply, "Please help, madam! I am the fourth daughter of the Sheng family, my name is Molan. When we were watching a fire-breathing show, a juggler accidentally caused a chaos on the scene. I was separated from my sisters and servants. I wanted to reunite with my brother at home, so I came here alone. Please madam can you send someone to take me back to Fanlou. My father is there. I must tell him quickly that my sisters and I are separated."

The lady pulled Molan up, "Don't be so polite. Since I am in charge of your business, I will naturally take care of it to the end. You should get up quickly. It will be faster for us to take a carriage to Fanlou. I hope your sisters will be safe."

The lady took Molan back to Fanlou. As soon as she got off the car, she saw the maid standing outside the door. The maid wanted to rush over, but was stopped by a look from the lady. "Where is your private room? Take me there!"

Molan took her wife upstairs. Her wife stood on the left side of Molan, blocking half of Molan's face to prevent outsiders from seeing the wound on her cheek.

Outside the private room, the maid of the Sheng family saw that the fourth girl had returned, and hurriedly welcomed her in.

"Fourth sister!" "Molan!" As soon as Molan entered the room, Minglan rushed over and hugged her, and Mingxi also hurried over, and the two sisters hugged each other.

Seeing that Molan was fine, Mingxi noticed the lady behind Molan. The maid outside the door said, "It was this lady who sent the fourth girl back."

Mingxi bowed and thanked her, and invited her in for tea. The lady looked Mingxi up and down. Seeing that Mingxi was young and pretty, and not like the eldest lady of the Sheng family as rumored, she knew that she must be Sheng Hong's concubine, but she seemed to be well behaved.

"No need to drink tea. My trip will be successful if I can send the fourth young lady back safely. I wonder if the other young ladies in the mansion have been found. If needed, I still have some help!"

"Madam, you are so kind. I don't know how to address you as Madam. The master of the family will come to thank you one day." "

No need to thank me. I'm glad that the girls are safe! My husband's family is from the Earl of Yongchang's Mansion. My surname is Wu!"

After Madam Wu introduced, Mingxi looked up in surprise. She looked at Molan, then looked back at Madam Wu. What kind of fate is this between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? It was Madam Wu who sent Molan back.

"Why? Madam, do you know me?" asked Madam Wu.

"Madam Wu, just call me Aunt Wei. I don't know Madam Wu, but I have heard that she is generous and righteous, not fussy about small matters, and very famous among the nobles in Beijing."

Mingxi's flattery was very effective. Madam Wu was very pleased and smiled heartily. However, the current situation of the Sheng family was not suitable for chatting, so she planned to leave some people for the Sheng family and said goodbye.

Suddenly, another little girl shouted, "Mother, Fourth Sister's face is swollen."