A woman’s tears are the best weapon against a man, but this only works on ordinary men.
Ninth Master Su didn’t even lift his eyelids and continued drinking tea at his own pace. It wasn’t until the cup was almost empty that he placed it down and said indifferently:
"Let me ask you, when did I ever officially take you in as an adopted daughter? Outside, have you been using my name for your own gain?"
Mo Wenwan’s face instantly turned pale. The Mo Family couldn’t even be considered significant, whereas Ninth Master Su held real power. She wanted to establish herself, so naturally, she leaned on his name. Previously, even if Ninth Master Su knew, he never said anything. Why was he bringing it up now?
Ninth Master Su’s gaze grew even colder:
"You only stayed in Liyuan for a few months. What makes you think you have the qualifications to be my adopted daughter?"
The words he said next completely drained the blood from Mo Wenwan’s face!
"You paid Fan Si to target Little Jin’er at Morton Manor. Then, you deliberately stirred up trouble, incited others to ostracize her, and even fabricated photos to create misunderstandings, all to embarrass Little Jin’er, didn’t you?"
How did he find out? Could someone have leaked information?
Ninth Master Su stared at her coldly, as though she were trash. His voice was icy:
"Little Jin’er needs tempering, so even though I knew about your petty schemes, I didn’t intervene. But now you utterly disgust me. Get out. From now on, don’t ever come to see me again."
She hadn’t gone as far as to truly harm Little Jin’er; otherwise, her fate would have been much worse.
Desperately, she knelt before him, tears streaming down like rain. "Ninth Master Su, my health isn’t good, and you’ve always sent people to take care of me. You’ve even gifted me many valuable things. I know I’ve angered you before—I shouldn’t have been so arrogant out there. I’ll change, I promise! I won’t be jealous of Miss Qin anymore, and I won’t target her again. Please, give me another chance."
She tried to grab his sleeve, but Ninth Master Su brushed her hand away with a single motion. His eyes held no warmth as he ordered coldly:
"Butler, call back the people who’ve been looking after her. Retrieve the things I’ve given her and throw her out."
The butler didn’t dare show any sympathy now. This Miss Mo, though she seemed gentle and soft on the surface, turned out to have done such despicable things. He hurried over and started dragging her outside.
Mo Wenwan cried pitifully, looking utterly miserable.
As Qin Miaomiao entered, she happened to see the butler dragging Mo Wenwan out. Mo Wenwan locked her venomous gaze on Qin Miaomiao, her hateful expression making it look like she wanted to devour her alive!
Qin Miaomiao arched her brows and pretended not to notice, walking inside unbothered.
"You heard everything?"
Qin Miaomiao nodded obediently. "I did. Ninth Uncle, as expected, nothing’s unsolvable when you take action."
"Cut the flattery. I only gave her a warning. If she were smart enough, she’d settle down quietly. But if she keeps scheming, I won’t tolerate her."
Qin Miaomiao grinned cheekily. "Don’t say that. It’d dirty your hands, wouldn’t it? You’ve always wanted me to handle matters on my own, haven’t you? But now you’ve dealt with her yourself—how am I supposed to have any fun?"
Ninth Master Su ruffled her hair. "At least you’re not foolish. Where’s my gift?"
"It’s on its way. But Ninth Uncle, whatever it is, you must promise not to get angry with me."
Ninth Master Su quirked his brow. "Oh? Did you prepare another beauty for me?"
Qin Miaomiao quickly distanced herself from the idea. "That was Lu Qing’s suggestion—it has nothing to do with me! You should hold him accountable." For more chapters visit NoveI(F)ire.net
Just then, a loud beastly roar came from outside the courtyard. Hearing that chilling animal noise, Qin Miaomiao felt an ominous premonition. Oh no—what on earth did Lu Qing prepare as a gift for Ninth Master Su?!