849: Chapter 96: Eldest Miss Li’s Family Troubles 849: Chapter 96: Eldest Miss Li’s Family Troubles Li Mumu stood in the hallway, listening intently for a mont.
“Eldest Miss…”
Hearing Jiang Yinyin’s cautious whisper, she snapped out of her thoughts.
Then she saw the little girl clenching her fists tightly, her face filled with righteous indignation.
“Eldest Miss, no matter what, I’m always on your side!”
Are you imagining Divine Demons again?
Li Mumu raised an eyebrow and said, “Do you think it’s necessary for to share the sa man with another woman?”
Jiang Yinyin shook her head and replied, “Of course not, but if so random woman pops out of nowhere and flaunts herself a little, and you, Eldest Miss, just give up, I don’t think it’s a matter of sharing or not sharing.
It’s retreating!”
“…”
“Have you been reading too many novels lately?”
Ever since the literary club was ford, these four bean sprouts had started indulging in every whim, their psychological growth advancing at a dizzying pace.
Li Mumu had only been secluded for cultivation for a re month or two, and when she erged, she found that these four had developed a bit of a rebellious, unconventional vibe.
They had even gotten into a fight.
Cornered by Wang Ying in the dormitory, she had severely scolded them.
As for why they were beaten, the four remained tight-lipped in unison, and it wasn’t hard to guess that Song Lili had once again caused so trouble.
But it couldn’t be said that there were no bright spots—at least now they no longer considered Li Mumu their mom.
Despite the lack of discipline, Li Mumu had to admit inwardly that Jiang Yinyin’s words made so sense.
Good restaurants naturally require a long waitlist.
What’s this about an overbearing CEO or a cold-faced youth falling deeply in love with at first sight and staying devoted forever… that’s the privilege of protagonists in female-centric novels.
In reality, where would you find a man reserved solely for ruining and wasting, without other won bothering about him?
Back then, when my dad took out to buy clothes, even the lady boss voluntarily gave him a discount.
Whether one needs to act or not is one thing.
Whether to fight or not is another.
As long as I breathe, you all… wait, not this line.
At the very least, those random won ought to know that it’s not fearing them but rather that the surna Wang doesn’t match up to !
Thinking of these random musings, Li Mumu took out her keys and unlocked the door.
As she pushed the door open, she was imdiately greeted by the choking sll of secondhand smoke.
A middle-aged woman wearing a satin cotton jacket was sitting in the living room, puffing clouds of smoke from a cigarette.
…
Did I enter the wrong house?
Wait, no… this is my ho!
Li Mumu instinctively took half a step back, looked up at the doorplate, and confird it was correct.
Then she looked at the woman, who was talking to herself in the air.
Upon hearing the sound of the door, she turned her head and instantly broke into a grin, laughing as she said, “This must be your eldest daughter, right?
She’s really grown into quite the beauty.
Has she been betrothed yet?”
Li Mumu froze for two seconds before realizing—she must be talking to Li Ya.
Or perhaps, she thought she was chatting with Li Ya casually.
Li Ya, however, had already retreated back to the bedroom.
Seeing Li Mumu standing at the entrance and not coming in, the woman was about to say sothing when suddenly her expression changed, her face turning wooden.
She stood and said, “Just rembered so urgent matters back ho, I won’t linger.
I’ll co by later to see you and your daughter!”
Then the person left on her own.
Although the person had departed, the lingering sll of smoke remained in the house.
Li Mumu covered her nose and instructed Jiang Yinyin to open all the windows to let in so fresh air.
Walking into the bedroom, she saw Li Ya lying on the bed with her baby bump, her face displaying an expression of utter despair.
“Mumu~”
“Cut the whining.
Who was that in the living room earlier?”
“In terms of blood relations, she’s your sixth grandaunt.”
“Soone from King Mu’s Mansion?”
“Who knows?
I don’t want to deal with her… Lately, there’ve been so many shaless types who co knocking.”
Near her due date, Li Ya was as fragile as a little girl, only able to lie in bed and whimper softly.
The Mu Family relatives coming to connect with ties was sothing Li Mumu was aware of.
The main reason was that Mu Yuming’s real estate business had grown increasingly prominent.
After the downfall of Shen Family’s major real estate figures, he beca even more prominent.
Nobody knew just how many direct descendants King Mu’s Mansion truly had, but it was undeniably a lot of people with the surna Mu.
Don’t even ntion distant branches.
The Mu Family had been part of the Military Sect for generations, and there was a tradition of recruiting personal soldiers.
According to past rules, many would usually adopt the Master’s surna.
There were also so injured and holess veterans after warti who took refuge at King Mu’s Mansion, working as guards and living out retirent there.
These individuals changed their surnas too.
The old Duke fought for the nation his whole life, adopting many foster sons along the way.
Originally, such actions were taboo.
If this were ancient tis, the Imperial Censor would’ve accused him of raising private armies to plot rebellion.
But the Imperial Court back then was plagued by internal and external conflicts, teetering on chaos.
Without the old Duke anchoring the situation—quelling the Demon Sect dostically and repelling the Rakshasas abroad, fighting from the south to the north—it might’ve been impossible to hold things together.
As for what happened later…
Later, the Imperial Court indeed had plans to counterbalance the old Duke’s power, even investing heavily in training a new army.
But they hadn’t expected to end up with a domineering new warlord, whose tyrannical behavior left the senior officials in the court trembling in fear.
Consequently, the elderly Duke once again beca the court’s towering pillar, shining beacon, and stabilizing force.
After the establishnt of the new governnt, forr court officials were ousted en masse and replaced by President’s trusted aides.
The grand King Mu’s Mansion fell apart, scattered entirely.
The younger Mu generation with the “Yu” designation in their nas beca far less significant, with the rigorous rules of the old days long abandoned—now anyone could use “Yu” as they pleased.
But Mu Yuming was quite significant.
Holding onto massive funds of untraceable origin, while backed by the mighty Qinghe Middle School, with Zhou Yaowen supporting him from the shadows.
So it was inevitable that nurous Mu Family mbers would co seeking connections.
People in this country have always excelled at visiting relatives and pulling strings.
Even if Mu Yuming kept quiet, soone could still track down his residential address and family situation, then co shalessly knocking.
The door isn’t one you cannot refuse to answer.
Even if you have dignity, others might not.
You refuse to open the door, but they camp outside and tell everyone they’re Mu Yuming’s third aunt or sixth uncle, and who could bear that?
If not for Li Ya having so tricks up her sleeve to protect herself, who knows how chaotic things might’ve gotten.
As the Lunar New Year approached, these relatives beca more diligent about visiting.
And with Li Ya nearing her due date, it beca increasingly hard for her to perform witchcraft, leaving her no choice but to set aside her maternal pride and coax Li Mumu back with the sweetest words.
Partly to care for herself, partly to help deal with the wave of distant relatives.
“How about we move sowhere else?”
After listening to Li Ya’s complaints, Li Mumu decisively suggested, “I’ll find you a place to hide from these people.”
For example, the hospital of the Special Service Bureau would be a good choice; ordinary people couldn’t get in, and they could handle childbirth anyti.
“No, your sister’s birth ti and location have already been determined.
Leaving here will cause big issues.”
If she could leave, Li Ya would’ve been long gone.
Given her personality, she wouldn’t bother saving face for Mu Yuming or showing cordiality to those relatives.
The real issue was Li Lingling.
Or rather, Li Lingling was the issue itself.
(Monthly salary of twenty, speaks English, capable little maid Jiang Yinyin, assistant writer sharing illustrations)
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