Everyone looked over immediately after hearing the sound, and saw Ye Feiyun with a furious face, his face ashen and gloomy as if water could drip from it.
Mu Fenfang on the side covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but did not dare to show it too obviously.
She knew Ye Feiyun's thoughts very well. Although she didn't understand why Ye Feiyun insisted on making her the bad guy, she was overjoyed to see Ye Feiyun so aggrieved.
Humph, Ye Feiyun, you always make me be Long Aotian’s wife and concubine!
Now you are finally unhappy.
Seeing Ye Feiyun being humiliated, she felt very happy!
Mu Fenfang was secretly happy in her heart.
The maidservant beside her was completely confused. Her big watery eyes were full of curiosity and confusion. She had no idea what was going on.
Ye Ding, who was as big as a mountain, scratched his head and asked in a rough voice, "What's the matter, Master?"
Ye Beibiao blinked his eyes, looking aggrieved, and said, "Master, if I don't go back to the mansion for treatment, I won't be able to survive."
He just felt that Ye Feiyun must have felt that someone had died here, and he had no choice but to let Ye Ding beat him up to vent his anger and appease the public anger.
Now that I have been beaten and scolded, it is time to send me back to the Ye Mansion to heal my injuries.
He didn't believe that Ye Feiyun really disregarded the relationship between master and servant and wanted to kill himself.
A pair of big eyes, full of emotion, looked at Ye Feiyun.
Ye Feiyun's head was full of black lines. He looked at Mu Fenfang fiercely and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You are so cruel."
Mu Fenfang covered her mouth and laughed without saying a word.
Ye Feiyun turned his head, stared at Ye Beibiao, and yelled at Ye Ding, "Drag this bastard down here!"
When Ye Ding heard this, he was stunned and didn't react to what was going on.
Ye Beibiao was even more bewildered, shouting, "Master, what are you talking about?"
"Drag him down for me." Ye Feiyun shouted again.
Ye Ding finally came to his senses and pulled Ye Beibiao to the ground like a dead dog.
Ye Ding knew Ye Feiyun's temper very well. Now that Ye Feiyun had made such a big fuss, it was obvious that he was not in a good mood towards Ye Beibiao.
Moreover, he had always disliked Ye Beibiao. If he had not considered Ye Feiyun before, he would have beaten Ye Beibiao to a pulp.
Now that Ye Feiyun attacked Ye Beibiao, Ye Ding naturally would not show mercy and threw Ye Beibiao to the ground in no time.
With a "bang", a cloud of dust was raised.
Ye Beibiao felt unbearable pain and curled up on the ground with his teeth clenched.
"Ouch, ouch."
Ye Feiyun's face turned pale. He walked up to Ye Beibiao and looked down at him condescendingly with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
Ye Beibiao had no idea what was going on. He looked around at the refugees who were glaring at him viciously, and a chill ran down his spine. He whispered, "Young Master, Young Master, you're venting your anger, but you can't be so cruel. There are so many people watching us. How about you send me off first..."
"Bullshit!"
Ye Feiyun cursed loudly, pointing at Ye Beibiao and saying, "I'm telling you, I'll give you three hours to return all the money that was withheld from the disaster relief food. I'll then exchange it for regular rice and distribute it to these refugees. If even one grain of stale rice shows up at this disaster relief center, I'll rip out your tendons one by one, turn you into a human pig, and throw it into the river to feed the fish. Do you understand?"
Ye Beibiao was dumbfounded. What was going on?
It’s completely different from what I imagined.
Shouldn’t the young master just beat him up to vent his anger?
Why do I have to pay all the money back now?
Ye Beibiao stammered, "Young... Young Master..."
"You're so short!" Ye Feiyun cursed again and kicked Ye Beibiao in the face, leaving a clear shoe print.
Ye Beibiao immediately screamed in pain, letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Ye Feiyun didn't even turn his head and didn't care about Ye Beibiao who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
He just said coldly: "Did you all hear what I just said?"
At this time, there were still many servants of the Ye family on the scene. Several of them shuddered and covered their faces and whispered, "Master, I heard it, I heard it."
"That's good." Ye Feiyun glanced back and said coldly, "Do as I say. If Ye Beibiao can't raise the money within three hours and can't provide relief food and pensions to these refugees, I tell you, you all come to me with your heads. If you're short of a penny, I'll break a bone in Ye Beibiao. Do you understand?"
No one dared to refute, they responded while trembling all over and wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads.
Before leaving, Ye Feiyun turned around and glared at Mu Fenfang and the maid who were watching the whole situation from the side. His face turned pale and he was speechless.
After giving a warning look, he flicked the curtain and got into the carriage as if sulking.
"Ye Ding, go back home."
"Oh." Ye Ding, who had not yet come to his senses, finally came to his senses. He quickly jumped onto the carriage, sat on it, and whipped the horse whip. The carriage slowly started and drove towards the Ye Mansion.
Mu Fenfang, who was standing there at this time, smiled and thought to herself, this Ye Feiyun is really interesting.
Not to mention, he looks pretty cool when he's upholding justice.
Mu Fenfang showed a forced smile on her exquisite face as she watched the luxurious carriage of the Ye Mansion slowly leave. Peace returned to the place again.
Ye Beibiao lay on the ground in fear, and those ferocious servants immediately surrounded him with flattering smiles on their faces.
"Manager Ye, when can the money be delivered?" Several people cracked their joints and stared at him with cold eyes.
Ye Beibiao was frightened and stammered, "This...this...this..."
"Stop this this this!"
"Please bring Ye Changguan!"
"Let me go, let me go!"
Ye Beibiao's terrified voice suddenly pierced the sky, and from time to time there were a few wails of pain.
Those refugees who suffered from vomiting and diarrhea after eating the relief food, as well as those whose family members died suddenly, received a considerable pension, which was enough for them to settle down in the capital.
Mu Fenfang smiled with satisfaction when she saw this scene, and then slowly walked towards the disaster relief shop in the Prince Mu’s Mansion.
The maidservant beside her hurriedly followed, trotting over and whispering, "Miss, is our disaster relief shop still open?"
Mu Fenfang looked back strangely.
"What did you say?"
The maid stammered, "Miss, didn't you just say you wanted to close all these disaster relief shops?"
"Nonsense." Mu Fenfang rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't understand, don't pretend you didn't hear it. Come on, continue distributing porridge."
The maid looked bewildered.
At this time, Mu Fenfang had already walked into the soup kitchen. Looking at the long queue of refugees in front of her, she began to distribute the porridge in an orderly manner.
The maid didn't dare to say anything and quickly followed him in.
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