Capítulo 9: What is Self-Inflicted Suffering
Leng Rongrong let down the corner of the quilt, only to see Mo Lanlan frowning. "What's wrong? Aren't you going to take a closer look? Are you not afraid that the servants have hidden nails in your bedding?"
"I can see your eagerness. Why don't you lift it up and see for yourself?" Leng Rongrong asked with a smile.
She noticed Mo Lanlan took out her phone and pointed it at her, as if preparing to take a picture.
If there was nothing in that quilt, she wouldn't believe it.
There must be something hidden inside.
However, she was uncertain what it was, and her curiosity was piqued, though she had no intention of uncovering it herself.
"This is your quilt; you should check it yourself. I have no interest in what's inside!" Mo Lanlan retorted, her irritation evident as she instinctively took a step back.
"That's not acceptable. You are the representative sent by the Mo family, so you should inspect it for me." Leng Rongrong seized Mo Lanlan by the collar and yanked her forward.
"Let go of me!" Mo Lanlan's complexion soured, as she was unexpectedly pulled into the room by Leng Rongrong.
Perhaps out of fear, Mo Lanlan unleashed a surge of strength, and she immediately retaliated against Leng Rongrong.
Leng Rongrong became even more convinced that there was something frightening hidden within the quilt, and it was no ordinary fright; it must be something truly terrifying.
If it weren't, Mo Lanlan would never dare to act this way!
Though Mo Lanlan fought back, her skills were no match for Leng Rongrong's, and in a few swift moves, she was thrown onto the bed.
On the expansive bed, the moment Mo Lanlan was pushed onto it, she felt something writhing furiously beneath her.
A shiver ran down her spine.
"Leng Rongrong, let me go!" Mo Lanlan shrieked, her voice cracking with fear.
Leng Rongrong remained silent.
It appeared that there truly was something terrifying beneath the quilt; Mo Lanlan's expression was a vivid testament to that fear.
Holding Mo Lanlan down, Leng Rongrong's lips curled into a mysterious smile, her delicate, doll-like face exuding an air of enigmatic amusement. Suddenly, she pulled out her phone and began snapping pictures of Mo Lanlan's pale countenance.
As she lifted and then let down the quilt, she stepped back several paces and focused the camera on Mo Lanlan.
To her astonishment, a dozen snakes had been concealed within the bedding.
The snakes slithered hissing across the bed, leaving Mo Lanlan petrified, her eyes glazed as she screamed helplessly.
"Oh, so this is how the Mo family aids the Fourth Young Master in tidying up his room. Are they taking advantage of the fact that he is a cripple?" Leng Rongrong remarked while recording, "Isn't this a bit excessive? Siblings should support each other; it's bad enough not to help, but to add insult to injury? So, this is what the Mo family is like?"
"Help! Someone!" Mo Lanlan's mind was in a jumble, her face drained of color, leaving her unable to think clearly.
Finally managing to roll off the bed, a snake slithered directly into her skirt, prompting a more anguished scream.
Leng Rongrong calmly filmed Mo Lanlan's terror.
Surrounded by snakes, she appeared utterly unafraid.
Tang Luo stood outside the door, initially intending to assist, but upon witnessing the entire spectacle, he was struck by how impressively the Young Mistress fought back.
Moreover, the sight of snakes crawling about made him shudder; how was it that the Young Mistress seemed entirely unfazed? She even reached down to stroke one of the snakes as it slithered onto her leg.
Then, the snake turned and headed toward Mo Lanlan.
Tang Luo thought, "..."
The Young Mistress is remarkable!
After a moment, ensuring that Leng Rongrong was fine, Tang Luo turned to head downstairs to report the situation to Mo Linyuan.
Mo Linyuan, engrossed in sending a message on his phone, raised an eyebrow at Tang Luo's words, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth.
It seemed his wife was rather entertaining.
Upstairs, the cacophony of screams had reached a deafening level, but after a while, Mo Lanlan suddenly fell silent.
"What happened to the noise?" Tang Luo asked.
"Perhaps she fainted," Mo Linyuan replied.
"What do you think the Young Mistress will do next?" Tang Luo inquired.
"Guess," Mo Linyuan said.
"I'm a bit curious; should I go check on her again?" Tang Luo suggested.
Mo Linyuan nonchalantly nodded, adding as Tang Luo began to ascend the stairs, "Be sure to give me a live feed."
Tang Luo nodded and quickly sent Mo Linyuan a video before heading upstairs.
In the room, Mo Lanlan lay fainted on the floor.
Leng Rongrong stood at the door, a multitude of snakes surrounding her, all gazing up at her like obedient children. They lay still, tongues flickering, refraining from attacking, as if they were a group of attentive students listening to their teacher.
"All of you, scatter. Don't harm anyone," she instructed.
The snakes appeared to understand, slithering out through the gap in the door.
As Tang Luo ascended, he witnessed a wave of snakes glide past his feet, flicking their tails without any aggression.
Even so, he was drenched in cold sweat, thoroughly unnerved.
Yet he remembered to livestream the scene, capturing how the Young Mistress had charmed the snakes.
Leng Rongrong approached Mo Lanlan, poking her gently with her finger. "Hey, are you really that fragile? You fainted from fright just like that? Weren't you the one planning to scare me with snakes?"
Mo Lanlan lay motionless on the ground.
Leng Rongrong sighed.
After contemplating for a moment, she turned and entered the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and announced, "The python has arrived!"
She splashed the cold water over Mo Lanlan's head.
Mo Lanlan jumped up, startled. "Snakes, snakes! Why is it raining?"
"They've all crawled into your stomach," Leng Rongrong replied, her expression entirely serious.
Mo Lanlan's eyes rolled back as she threatened to faint again.
"Wait! I'm just joking; they've all run away." Leng Rongrong smiled at her. "Lanlan, come on, let's explore a bit more to see if anything else is amiss."
Mo Lanlan's face had turned pale.
She had initially come to scare Leng Rongrong, only to end up in a disastrous situation herself.
"I... I want to go home!" she stammered, feeling defeated.
"Not yet; we haven't finished tidying up. If you want to leave, you'll have to wait until we're done." Leng Rongrong insisted, "Stay for dinner later. You've worked so hard supervising; you deserve a good meal."
With her warm hospitality, Leng Rongrong enthusiastically led Mo Lanlan to continue inspecting other areas.
They checked every room and found another heap of snakes along with several toads and scorpions.
Leng Rongrong was unbothered, while Mo Lanlan, the instigator of this chaos, was left utterly miserable.
*(End of Chapter)*
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