Chapter 95: Chapter 095: Saying My Mother-in-law Is Capable, But My Husband Is Not
“Embarrassing? Why would that be? Regardless of whether my sister acknowledges or not, I must still be versed in propriety, otherwise…”
Xian Yaping’s smile was on her face, but it made people extrely uncomfortable.
Mu Lan looked at Han Yongi’s complexion, which could be described as hideously ugly.
However, as luck would have it, just then, a store clerk ca running out with a shopping bag.
“Mrs. Huo, you forgot your wallet in the store.”
Mrs. Huo?! This title stunned Mu Lan for a mont, and only then did she realize why Han Yongi looked as if the clerk was a thorn in her eye.
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Oh my god, could it be such a coincidence? Just out shopping, and to run into the mistress by chance?!
Han Yongi glared furiously at the clerk, scaring the girl so much that she lost her soul, wishing she could just twist off her own tongue. Both were VIP custors in the store, and she couldn’t afford to offend either.
“Are you calling ?”
The clerk went pale, who dared to answer? Her hand, holding the shopping bag, was trembling.
However, Xian Yaping seed to relish her mont of triumph as she took the bag.
“Oh dear sister, she’s just a child. You’re so stern that you’re scaring her to death—what then?”
“I’m asking her a question. What are you butting in for?”
Han Yongi’s voice was cold and sharp, and Mu Lan standing aside didn’t dare speak or ask, finding the situation exceedingly awkward.
And to think that Huo Tingxiao previously told Han Yongi to catch his father’s philandering debts—good lord, it seems her father-in-law is a real centipede, probably with his feet in countless boats.
“Sorry, I…”
The clerk stamred for half a day, not knowing how to respond. Mu Lan felt sorry for her, but what could she say? It’s not her fault for being unkind, after all, haven’t there been enough cases of misfortune dragging down others?
“Mrs. Huo, who were you calling? Make it clear!”
The relentless manner of Han Yongi made Xian Yaping unable to help but laugh.
“Being unable to captivate a man’s heart and venting your anger on a young girl, what’s the use? If you like the title of Mrs. Huo, have it.
I truly don’t care what they call .”
Mu Lan had never seen a real-life fight between a wife and a mistress outside of TV dramas before, so evident and close at hand, leaving her a bit lost and also a bit… thrilled by the commotion. After all, she thought Han Yongi’s strong character surely wouldn’t allow her to lose.
“Mrs. Huo, I apologize, there are other custors in the store, so I’ll get back to work.”
The clerk was wise too, with her ambiguous attitude; it was better than offending soone by confronting them directly.
In Han Yongi’s furious eyes, it seed as if she was wielding knives, wishing she could slice Xian Yaping a thousand tis over.
“You wish you could care, but what good does having a son do? He can’t even enter the Huo Family genealogy, let alone you. Rember this! The Huo Family has only one Mrs. Huo, and that’s . Don’t think that just because they flatter you to sell you a few more bags, casually calling you Mrs. Huo, you can get carried away. She dares to call you Mrs. Huo—you’d better have the guts and the confidence to accept it.”
Xian Yaping had heard such words too many tis and was sick of them.
“Self-comfort is very useful, and to enjoy blessings, one must have the fate to enjoy them. Shooting the bird that leads the flock, our Tingyang doesn’t need to be envied, lives freely; otherwise, living in constant fear every day, not knowing whom you’ve offended might lead to fatal disaster. Oh my, I can’t bear that. As long as my son is well, I can look past everything else. Sister, I’m worried for you.”
What Xian Yaping said was clearly aid at Huo Tingxiao, and Mu Lan felt a fire rise up inside her! She also forgot what she feared about collateral damage.
“Mom, did you hear any noise?”
Han Yongi shook her head, staring blankly at her daughter-in-law who had suddenly spoken up.
“I didn’t… didn’t hear anything.”
“Perhaps I’m too sensitive, but how could there be the buzzing of flies in such a high-end departnt store? It’s really annoying.”
As she spoke, she even pouted innocently. Xian Yaping hadn’t expected this junior to suddenly speak up, and only now did she scrutinize Mu Lan, who was indeed very beautiful, but wasn’t she rumored to have a rather cold relationship with her husband, Huo Tingxiao?
“Which family’s young mistress is this, daring to speak out of turn while the elders are talking? It really says sothing about her upbringing.”
Mu Lan responded before Han Yongi had a chance, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes:
“I’m really sorry, who are you?”
“I…you don’t know who I am?”
Xian Yaping stared at Mu Lan, her tone much more aggressive, completely losing the elegance she had earlier.
“The way you speak, why must I know who an unrelated person is? An elder? And what kind of elder are you supposed to be to ?
Are you from the Mu Family or the Huo Family? It’s not that just anyone can beco an elder by virtue of their age.
I am speaking with my mother-in-law, is it any of your business to point fingers?”
Although Mu Lan was young, she carried an imposing air. Xian Yaping hadn’t expected her to talk back this way, and was montarily at a loss for words. Han Yongi also hadn’t expected Mu Lan to stand up for her like this, and felt moved.
“An outsider? My son is supposed to call you sister-in-law, and you call an outsider?”
Mu Lan laughed, but her smile was full of irony, making Xian Yaping very uncomfortable.
“Family relations shouldn’t be claid recklessly, my mother-in-law only has Huo Tingxiao for a son, where would she get another brother from? Sorry, but since I entered the Huo Family, I’ve neither heard of nor t him.”
Her words weren’t harsh, but their implication weighed heavily, twisting Xian Yaping’s expression into an ugly one. She could tolerate being suppressed by Han Yongi, but now even this junior was pushing her around?
“If you cannot respect the monk, respect the Buddha. The way you talk to seems to show no respect for your own father-in-law!”
This accusation made Mu Lan’s smile grow even wider.
“You are mistaken there, I say this exactly because I have the utmost respect for him. As the saying goes, ‘If the na doesn’t fit, the words will be awry.’ Had he formally acknowledged and taken you back to the old house, the grandfather would have approved, and I would naturally have treated you as such.
But since the grandfather hasn’t acknowledged, how could we younger ones dare to defy?”
“Are you using the old master to pressure ?”
“Our Huo Family’s private matters surely do not press down upon your head, after all, you’re not a Huo Family mber.”
“You!”
“Also, about that saying earlier… what was it… ‘born to be envied’… Certainly, a diocre person need not worry about being envied, so you can rest easy.”
Mu Lan’s series of remarks left Xian Yaping’s face contorted with rage. The words were like daggers, stabbing straight at her heart.
“You’re very fortunate, sister, to have such a sharp-tongued daughter-in-law. However, let give you so well-ant advice: don’t think that just speaking up a few tis will secure you a place in this family. There are many schers and plotters in the Huo Family. It’s easy to gain a territory, but hard to maintain it. As for the future, we’ll just have to wait and see.
Oh right, sister, it seems you haven’t told your daughter-in-law about the old days, have you?”
The old days? What happened back then? Mu Lan looked at Han Yongi, completely puzzled.
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