Everyone was stunned. It’s this woman?
Wasn’t Mo Wenwan supposed to be Mr. Jiu’s adopted daughter? How did it become her?
Especially since earlier, she had been assuming the role of the hostess and entertaining everyone. Isn’t this just a slap to the face?
After all that effort, it turns out she was just making a wedding dress for someone else?
Mo Qian, upon hearing that it wasn’t his sister, immediately shouted: "Mr. Jiu! You must have made a mistake. What does this woman count as? My sister is your adopted daughter!"
Mo Wenwan wished she could sink into the ground at that moment. She quickly tugged at Mo Qian, signaling him to stop talking. She already felt humiliated enough — did he intend to make it worse?
But Mo Qian didn’t care about any of that. All he knew was that Liyuan originally belonged to his sister, and the Su Family heir should be his sister as well.
He was so close to having absolute power, commanding the wind and the rain!
Yet it was ruined by that wretched woman. How could he be reconciled?
Mr. Jiu’s eyelids lifted slightly as he glanced at Mo Qian, making Mo Qian feel a little uneasy. Mr. Jiu said in a calm voice:
"Old Third, make sure to properly entertain this guest and don’t let anyone cause trouble."
Mo Wenwan, seeing Old Third, was startled and immediately pleaded for her brother: "Mr. Jiu, my brother is young and foolish. Please forgive him this time. I’ll take him away immediately."
She had lived in Liyuan for several months and had witnessed Old Third break several ribs and even cripple someone by breaking both their legs!
Mo Qian, however, remained oblivious and shouted loudly: "I’m not wrong! Mr. Jiu, how can you act ? Turning hostile just like that? My sister is your adopted daughter, and yet you recognize someone else? Can adopted daughters just be swapped on a whim? Look at that woman — she looks like a seductress! If you ask me, she’s not your adopted daughter, she’s probably your little mistress!"
An uproar erupted in the room. This man had the audacity of a lion to say such things to Mr. Jiu — wasn’t he courting death?
Mo Wenwan’s face turned pale in an instant. She hadn’t expected her brother to be so brainless, daring to speak such words to Mr. Jiu. She feared she wouldn’t even be able to save him!
Just as Mo Qian finished speaking, a figure suddenly flashed across the room! A powerful kick landed squarely on his ribs!
Those standing nearby could even hear the sound of his ribs breaking. Mo Qian let out a blood-curdling scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered!
Lu Qing stood there, his piercing gaze looking down at Mo Qian. He ruthlessly stomped on Mo Qian’s chest, his eyes dark and foreboding, and said in a calm voice:
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Mo Qian was so terrified he nearly wet his pants. Having been pampered his entire life, he had no understanding of the real world and had never encountered people — the kind who could decide in a single thought whether he ascended to heaven or descended into hell.
Mo Wenwan quickly pleaded for her brother: "Brother Qing, he’s my brother. Please forgive him just this once."
Lu Qing’s eyes darkened, but his foot bore down a little harder as he said in a calm voice:
"My wife is not to be insulted."
This woman was Lu Qing’s wife! Mo Qian’s words just now weren’t merely reckless — being beaten to death would be well deserved.
Qin Miaomiao walked over slowly. In Mo Wenwan’s eyes, she was deliberately showing off!
She came to stand beside Lu Qing and said calmly:
"Husband, after all, they’re still guests."
Lu Qing’s expression flickered slightly before he moved his foot away, while Mo Qian, clutching his nearly broken ribs, slowly climbed up, casting a hateful glare at Qin Miaomiao:
"You wretched woman, you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Miaomiao suddenly struck, landing a ferocious slap across his face with such force that everyone heard the sound clearly!
His face visibly swelled up in an instant, red and grotesque — downright ridiculous.
Qin Miaomiao’s lips curled into a smile, but her gaze was icy as she spoke each word with intent:
"You can insult me, but to insult my father — are you looking to die?"