Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âSister Qing Luo, heâs so miserable, could you let him stay?â
Jiang Ling came over in small steps, her face filled with sympathy.
âWill you support him?â Ming Shu raised her eyebrows. âMy house is not a rubbish station thatâll take any kind of person.â
The young man felt a vibration all over.
Jiang Ling seemed to hear Ming Shuâs implication.
Her expression froze a little.
The young man gritted his teeth and didnât give up striving for himself. âI, I eat very little, I can work, and I can do any kind of job...â
Jiang Ling returned to herself and pretended she didnât understand Ming Shuâs implied meaning. âSister Qing Luo, how about this: Iâll keep him and pay for his stay, later heâll be my servant.â
Ming Shu squinted her eyes.
âDidnât you hear clearly what I said before leaving?â Ming Shu asked with her head tilted. âWhoâs your sister?â
I donât know you.
Have you asked for my snacksâ opinion to call me sister?
Jiang Lingâs expression froze again.
âSis... Master.â She changed her words. Then she explained in a mild tone, âI just take pity on him and want to offer some help. Itâs not easy for a young man to struggle alone in the world...â
Ming Shu turned her head sideways and ordered, âGo pack up Miss Jiangâs things.â
Jiang Ling was startled. âSis... Master, why did you order to pack my things?â
Ming Shu pulled out a smile. âMy house canât afford such a kind lady like you.â
Jiang Lingâs pretty face paled, and she said in a frightened voice, âMaster, what do you mean?â
Ming Shu shrugged. âTo put it simply, Iâm driving you out.â
Jiang Ling suddenly walked up and grabbed Ming Shu by the arm. âI know Iâve been close to Brother Zhuo, but weâre just friends and we knew each other before. Sister Qing Luo, please donât misunderstand. I wonât keep company with Brother Zhuo anymore, donât get angry with me.â
Look how she put it.
She knew Lord Zhuo before.
Those who didnât know the real situation might think Ming Su was bullying her and taking the man for herself.
Ming Shu tried to draw back her hand, but Jiang Ling held it tightly. She had already begun to play the weeping beauty. âSister Qing Luo, donât get me wrong. Thereâs really nothing between Brother Zhuo and me.â
Ming Shu pulled her own hand in a rush.
Jiang Ling was nudged off-balance and tilted back. She fell to sit on the ground like sheâd been pushed by Ming Shu.
âAâLing!â
Lord Zhuo flew over and helped Jiang Ling up nervously.
He looked at Ming Shu with sharp eyes, revealing a quiet hatred within. âWhat are you doing, Qing Luo!â
Ming Shu clapped her hands. âYou really love acting, arenât you? Donât you call her Miss Jiang? AâLing? Heh, do you want me to be your witness at your wedding and send you to bed?â
Lord Zhuo realized what he just blurted out due to the knee-jerk worry.
Jiang Ling pushed Lord Zhuo away and explained anxiously, âSister Qing Luo, donât misunderstand this...â
Ming Shu said smilingly, âNo, I didnât, I really want to kick both of you out.â
â...â
Jiang Ling shook her head. âSister Qing Luo, thereâs really nothing between Lord Zhuo and me. Lord Zhuo, I lost my balance just now and fell down myself. It has nothing to do with Sister Qing Luo, please donât blame her.â
âQing Luo, just target me if youâre unhappy, why do you bully a girl? You werenât like this before.â Lord Zhuo also calmed down.
I like to bully her, what will you do to me then?â If I donât like my snacks coupon, do you expect me to like you who canât even offer Hatred Points? Youâre dreaming!
Jiang Lingâs tears were starting to stream down again. âSister Qing Luo, what did I do wrong?â
Ming Shu smiled brightly, forming a striking contrast to her. âBecause youâre so cute, and I couldnât help but bully you.â
Jiang Ling: ???
Jiang Lingâs expression became a little complicated. Whatâs all this about?
She just went out one time... How come this girl acted like she had taken the wrong medicine?
Seeing his beloved being bullied and wronged, Lord Zhuoâs anger gathered in his chest again. âQing Luo, donât go too far!â
âIs this going too far? But I havenât finished.â Ming Shu grinned. âGo get me paper and a brush.â
âYes, Master.â
The servant soon fetched paper and a brush. Ming Shu dipped the brush in ink then put it to paper. Her natural and unrestrained calligraphy appeared on paper in a display of personality.
Jiang Ling looked at Lord Zhuo and was a little worried in her heart.
Lord Zhuo was frowning as he didnât know what Ming Shu would write.
Ming Shu put down the brush. She signaled the servant to deliver the paper to Lord Zhuo.
Engagement Break-Off Letter.
The big title jumped into Lord Zhuoâs eyes, and he was startled. âQing Luo, the marriage was arranged by the elders...â
Ming Shu chuckled. âMy father loved me dearly. If he were still alive, he wouldnât stop me from doing so, and besides... If my father were alive, Iâm afraid you wouldnât have been allowed to pass the gate.â
These two dared to come here only because the Hostâs father was dead and the Host didnât know anything.
Lord Zhuo and Jiang Ling looked at each other subconsciously.
Has she learned something?
Ming Shu reached out and snapped her fingers. âDrive these two out of my house!â
The servants were a little hesitant.
Did the master mean it?
Lord Zhuo clenched the paper tightly and blue veins appeared on his hand fiercely. The paper was deformed. âQing Luo, you...â
Ming Shu swept a glance over the servants. âWhat, do you also want to rebel?â
The servants standing there felt chills. They went over quickly and asked Jiang Ling and Lord Zhuo to get out politely.
Their master really meant it...
âSister Qing Luo, this has nothing to do with Lord Zhuo, please donât take out your anger on him, Iâll leave...â Jiang Ling had tears all over her cheeks and looked delicate and touching.
âAâLing,â Lord Zhuo said, stopping Jiang Ling, âdonât talk to her anymore. Letâs go, who cares.â
Dealing with this woman only made him sick.
âBrother Zhuo.â Jiang Ling shook her head at him in secret.
Lord Zhuo frowned. He didnât want Jiang Ling to be bullied.
Especially since she had to face the enemyâs daughter.
Ming Shu stood at the mansion houseâs gate with her hands on her hips. âIâll give you another gift.â
The girl raised her hand like a conqueror with smiling eyes. âBeat them!â
The servants: â...â
Whatâs wrong with our master?
Ming Shu looked at them slowly and with interest.
The servants then immediately took out their weapons and flooded toward the two outside the mansion house.
The mansion house was not some kind of wilderness.
The Alliance Master Mansion was located in the most prosperous area of the city. When Lord Zhuo and Jiang Ling were driven out, they had attracted many onlookers. Now they were involved in a fight, which caused more and more people to gather around and discuss.
Lord Zhuo was crowned as the most powerful swordmaster with excellent sword skills.
But the Alliance Master Mansion had the numbers. The fight was getting fiercer and fiercer.
Lord Zhuo looked at the girl sitting on the mansionâs door sill with obvious killing intention in his eyes. Kill her, kill her and take revenge for Father...
Jiang Ling pulled him immediately. âBrother Zhuo, no.â
She lowered her voice. âIf you kill her now, itâll only offend the Alliance Master Mansion.â
They couldnât offend those people, not now.
Lord Zhuo had a strong urge to kill her now, but he also listened to Jiang Lingâs persuasion.
Lord Zhuo brushed away those people and helped Jiang Ling up, then left using Qing Kung.