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Xing ngzheng quickly took off the ring and put it back, saying, "A fluke of a success ans nothing. It’s just a stroke of luck."
Xing ngzheng is Yu Siqiao’s biological mother, and Mo Shu had anticipated her verbal prowess.
She could argue with Yu Siqiao, but she couldn’t quarrel with Xing ngzheng, so she managed to say with a smile, "Yes, the thing people should fear most is mistaking a fluky success for their own ability. Once they beco too arrogant, the fall that follows could be catastrophic."
Only then did Xing ngzheng look at her with a aningful gaze, "You do seem to see things clearly."
Yu Jinggang felt deep agreent and imdiately began to boast, "Mo Shu has always been a smart child. It’s just that people on the outside have misunderstood her. In my opinion, even the so-called first talented lady or top socialite isn’t as impressive as Mo Shu!"
"Psht," Yu Siqiao couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
Yu Jinggang glared, "What are you laughing at, son? Am I wrong? Mo Shu was handpicked by after much difficulty; she’s naturally one in a hundred!"
"Enough," Xing ngzheng gave him a sideways glance, "Just now the child herself said we mustn’t beco arrogant, and yet here you are, her elder, lavishing such high praise on her. If soone with less wits took these words seriously, how would that be good?"
Mo Shu: "..."
Indeed, old ginger is hotter than new. Both overtly and covertly, they were criticizing her, and Mo Shu, when confronted with such a soft nail, could only keep smiling.
Yu Siqiao raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced sideways at Mo Shu, seeing the persistently proper and composed smile on her face, and he couldn’t help but take a few more looks at her.
She really was different now.
If it had been before, hearing Xing ngzheng’s covertly mocking words, she would have likely made a fuss with Yu Jinggang’s support... Ah, no, if it had been the Mo Shu of before, she probably wouldn’t have confronted Xing ngzheng for long, having turned her back on her at the word "fancy nonsense."
They say pregnancy makes a woman more irritable, but her temper was improving, and even the sharp edges about her had softened substantially.
Indeed, to please his mother and marry him smoothly, she was becoming more and more resilient.
Yu Siqiao couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips, even the way he looked at Mo Shu was one of satisfaction.
Mo Shu: "..."
What kind of look was that?
Sao Zha licked the lollipop, slurping, "Maybe he thinks you’re being very well-behaved by not arguing with his mom, and he’s very pleased with your performance."
Mo Shu’s lips twitched.
I just don’t want to be chased around and scolded by such a woman.
Mrs. Yu wasn’t just sharp-tongued, she also had many female friends. They chatted over coffee, played mahjong, went shopping, attended tea parties, and had spa days, all as a part of routine life. The circle was that small, and gossip was to be feared. I’ve been the subject of whispers and pointers too long, and I’m a bit scared now; I also want to change my reputation and have so good days.
Sao Zha, slurping, "Ah, this damnable survival instinct!"
Mo Shu: Where did you get that lollipop from?
"Hehe, I took it from the money you fainted with."
Mo Shu: Hmph.
Throughout the al, Mo Shu knew that Xing ngzheng was watching her.
In the original story, Xing ngzheng would seize on any insignificant thing to scold Mo Shu to death, and Mo Shu herself was stubborn, clashing like fire eting earth, igniting unstoppable conflicts.
Having managed to finish a al in peace without being caught on any mistake, Mo Shu hadn’t had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before she heard Sao Zha’s voice.
’Ding’
"Received a daily death-seeking mission."
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