"Ah! Young master, open your mouth." Ma Lihua said in a coquettish voice, making the servants next to her get goosebumps.
Chen Zhiqing obediently ate the medicine she was fed! His eyes were deep and unfathomable.
After taking the medicine, it was almost six o'clock when he said in a cold voice, "Have a meal."
Two maids then went out. Ma Lihua was hungry, so she ate her meal and prepared to go back.
"Dujuan, do you think the young master has taken a fancy to that slut?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If someone hears you, you'll be punished!"
Young masters and ladies from wealthy families care a lot about their reputation!
These azaleas are all the same; they gossip about everything, and they're also a bit jealous of good people.
There were four people serving in the courtyard: two maids, a servant brought by Chen Zhiqing, and a servant assigned by the Song family.
Ma Lihua was very satisfied with the table full of delicacies. After saying goodbye to Chen Zhiqing, she didn't even glance at the four servants and turned her head away.
Du Juan: "……………………"
Hmph! What are you so arrogant about? Wait until the young master gets tired of you, then we'll see what you do.
On her way back, Ma Lihua got lost and eventually encountered a group of people.
“Mr. Liu, please come with me. We are about to reach my mother’s Buddhist shrine.”
Ma Lihua heard a middle-aged man's voice talking about a Buddhist shrine. She wondered where else there could be a Buddhist shrine besides the one in their backyard.
Seeing that it was getting dark, she decided to follow the group of people so she could get home.
When Master Song led Mr. Liu to the front of the Buddhist hall, the atmosphere instantly became solemn.
Mr. Liu frowned, his gaze fixed on the Buddhist hall before him.
From the outside, this Buddhist temple does not seem to have anything special about it.
The old wooden structure, the slightly mottled walls, and the faded paintings all reveal the marks of time.
However, Mr. Liu keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere around him.
The moment I stepped into the Buddhist hall, an indescribable sense of oppression washed over me.
The air seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. Moonlight streamed in through the narrow window, but it couldn't dispel the gloom.
The Buddha statue in the center of the temple was solemn and dignified, yet at this moment it seemed to exude a mysterious aura.
Mr. Liu stared at the Buddha statue, countless questions welling up in his mind.
He paced slowly, the wooden planks beneath his feet creaking softly, as if telling an ancient story.
In a corner of the Buddhist hall, there were some old incense tables and offerings piled up, covered in dust.
Mr. Liu reached out and gently brushed away the dust, as if he were touching some clue.
He closed his eyes, trying to sense the source of this strange aura.
Is it because the gloomy atmosphere of the Buddhist temple is too heavy? Or is it hiding some unknown secret?
Mr. Liu was filled with confusion.
He slowly asked, "Master Song, since the old lady has settled here, why is this Buddhist hall covered in dust?"
He voiced his doubts, feeling uneasy and a sense of unease rising within him.
"Go and summon the maids and servants who are on duty."
Wang Youcai immediately went outside. What should he do? Ma Meizi was probably in trouble.
After waiting for a while, Ma Linghua arrived. Her appearance surprised everyone, simply because she was very beautiful and dressed even better than the concubines in the mansion.
She wore a foreign-style overcoat, her hair was tied up, and she wore a jade hairpin.
"You...you're an old woman in this household?" Master Song asked uncertainly.
"Yes! I wonder what brings you here in the middle of the night, sir? Do you want to see the old lady? Wait here, I'll call her right away." Ma Linghua walked quickly toward the room next to the Buddhist hall of the old lady Song, and without saying a word, she kicked her hard.
"Smack!"
The people around were startled.
Old Madam Song walked out with a gloomy expression. "Aunt Ma, what's wrong now?"
"What's wrong? Are you blind or hard of hearing? Didn't you see so many people asking you to have tea?"
Old Madam Song: "…………………………"
What a wicked woman.
"How dare you speak to my mother like that?" Master Song was furious. Before he could do anything, Madam Song swiftly slapped him across the face several times.
Madam Song glared at her unfilial son, her eyes burning with rage.
She had been living alone in the Buddhist temple for over a year, and her son had never come to visit or show filial piety. She had long harbored resentment in her heart.
Now, her son had actually yelled at the people taking care of her, which completely ignited her anger. (That's not the whole story.)
"You unfilial son!" Old Madam Song pointed a trembling finger at her son, her voice becoming sharp with anger.
"I've been in this Buddhist hall for over a year, and you've never even come to see me once? And now you have the nerve to yell at the people who take care of me? You've really got some nerve!" Her chest heaved violently, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to deepen with anger.
Madam Song's eyes were filled with disappointment and heartache.
She raised her son with great difficulty, hoping he would be filial to her, but now this is the result.
She looked at her son as if she didn't recognize him.
Indeed, this old hag's acting skills are simply superb; it would be a disservice to her not to win an award.
Behind her anger, however, Old Madam Song secretly felt a sense of satisfaction; those few slaps gave her a slight sense of pleasure.
She felt she had finally vented her anger, letting this unfilial son know what power he was capable of. (She released the anger that Ma Linghua had been suppressing.)
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