Capítulo 8: A Lesson for You, Courtesy of Your Mother
After the three had finished their meal, Leng Rongrong stepped outside to see if the Mo family had arrived.
Tang Luo looked over at Mo Linyuan and asked, "Fourth Master, what should we do with the food we prepared?"
"Throw it away," Mo Linyuan replied, his voice cold and indifferent.
Tang Luo: "…"
Leng Rongrong waited outside for a few minutes, and sure enough, another car arrived.
The first person to step out was Mo Lanlan.
Leng Rongrong: "…"
"Sister-in-law, are you really that spoiled? You can't even clean your own house? You're so pretentious, calling people to bring you things and clean for you!" Mo Lanlan taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she got out of the car.
Perhaps remembering what Leng Rongrong had done to her earlier that morning, Mo Lanlan was dressed far more conservatively this time, her arms crossed defensively in front of her chest.
"Yes, I am exactly that pretentious. You didn't know before, but now you do," Leng Rongrong smiled faintly. "Are all the supplies ready? The house needs a thorough cleaning, and the weeds outside need to be cleared."
Mo Lanlan had not expected Leng Rongrong to be so shameless. She called her pretentious, and Leng Rongrong actually owned up to it.
Leng Rongrong then instructed Mo Lanlan to get to work with an air of authority, while Mo Lanlan glared at her in fury, feeling helpless.
"You heard her! Start cleaning!" Mo Lanlan barked at the servants who had followed her.
The servants quickly got to work tidying up the place.
Mo Lanlan surveyed the house, casting a disdainful glance at Leng Rongrong. "It's your house, aren't you going to do any of the work yourself?"
"With servants around, why should I lift a finger?" Leng Rongrong crossed her arms and swept her sharp gaze over Mo Lanlan. "Weren't you here to help? Why aren't you doing anything?"
"I'm just here to supervise!" Mo Lanlan retorted, her body stiffening under Leng Rongrong's gaze.
After looking around, Mo Lanlan's eyes landed on Mo Linyuan, who was sitting in his wheelchair.
"Hey, cripple! Aren't you going to control your wife?" Mo Lanlan kicked the wheelchair, sending it rolling a few steps away.
A flicker of displeasure crossed Mo Linyuan's stunningly handsome face, his brows furrowing slightly.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, Leng Rongrong rushed over, shielding him and fixing Mo Lanlan with a cold stare. "He's your brother. Don't you have any respect?"
The annoyance on Mo Linyuan's face vanished, replaced by an amused expression as he listened to the conversation between Leng Rongrong and Mo Lanlan.
This wife of his was quite interesting. She was protective of him.
"A cripple? Am I supposed to be afraid of him?" Mo Lanlan sneered, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Sister-in-law, you seem very protective of your disabled husband. Do you think marrying him will grant you access to the Mo family's wealth and power? What a joke! Your dreams are utterly ridiculous!"
"Smack—"
Before Mo Lanlan could react, Leng Rongrong slapped her across the face.
Mo Lanlan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How dare you hit me!"
"I hit you because you lack manners. As your sister-in-law, I'm just giving you the lesson your mother should have taught you," Leng Rongrong replied nonchalantly, dusting off her hands with a shrug.
"You dare to hit me!" Mo Lanlan screamed, unable to comprehend that Leng Rongrong had not only hit her but done so with such force that her cheek burned.
Leng Rongrong stood there, radiating an air of nonchalance, daring Mo Lanlan to do anything about it.
Her delicate features made her look even younger than Mo Lanlan, but her presence was commanding and domineering.
Mo Linyuan, remaining silent, enjoyed his role as the protected "cripple," suddenly finding it quite pleasant to be powerless, penniless, and shielded by his wife.
In all his years, this was the first time anyone had stood in front of him and defended him like this.
"You'll pay for this, Leng Rongrong! You've only been married into the Mo family for a day, and you married the most worthless man in the family. Do you really think you can be so arrogant? You're delusional if you think I'll let you off!" Mo Lanlan roared, her fury driving her to lunge at Leng Rongrong, attempting to grab her by the hair.
Leng Rongrong effortlessly sidestepped her attack, causing Mo Lanlan to stumble and miss.
In a swift movement, Leng Rongrong grabbed Mo Lanlan and flipped her over her shoulder, slamming her onto the ground. Mo Lanlan lay there, twitching in pain, struggling to catch her breath.
"I suggest you calm down. You're no match for me," Leng Rongrong said with a shrug.
Tang Luo, watching from the side, was utterly stunned.
So this was how formidable the young mistress was. Those swift moves just now clearly showed she had been trained.
Mo Lanlan struggled to her feet, her face turning green with rage as she stared at Leng Rongrong, who remained infuriatingly casual.
She finally realized that Leng Rongrong was not someone to be trifled with and didn't dare provoke her further.
In truth, the Mo family placed great emphasis on martial training, and many members of the family, including Mo Lanlan, had learned some fighting skills. Yet, Leng Rongrong had taken her down with such ease.
Mo Lanlan had originally come here to clean up the house and find an opportunity to cause trouble for Leng Rongrong.
After all, she had been humiliated in the morning.
But she hadn't expected to be humiliated again.
"Leng Rongrong, I'll remember this," Mo Lanlan spat out, her voice seething with anger.
"Oh," Leng Rongrong replied dismissively. She then called out, "Tang Luo, take care of the young master. I'm going to check on the servants' progress."
With that, Leng Rongrong headed upstairs.
Mo Lanlan followed behind her, a strange smile playing on her lips.
From behind, Tang Luo and Mo Linyuan both noticed Mo Lanlan's unsettling smile.
"It looks like Miss Mo is plotting something else against the young mistress," Tang Luo remarked to Mo Linyuan.
"Keep an eye on her. Step in to protect the young mistress if necessary," Mo Linyuan ordered.
"Yes, sir."
On the second floor, Leng Rongrong entered a room to check if the servants had finished tidying up.
The room was spotlessly clean, and the bed had been freshly made.
Mo Lanlan followed her in and said, "Aren't you going to check if the beddings are clean?"
Leng Rongrong glanced at her, eyes narrowing. "What are you scheming this time?"
"Nothing at all. I just didn't want you complaining later about something being unsatisfactory and causing trouble for the Mo family," Mo Lanlan replied with a smug shrug, like a peacock fanning its feathers.
"Is that so?" Leng Rongrong walked over to the bed, grasping the corner of the blanket, her gaze fixed on Mo Lanlan.
A flash of excitement and anticipation flickered in Mo Lanlan's eyes.
It was obvious she had done something.
Otherwise, why would she be so eager?
(End of this chapter)
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