Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios*
âItâs not a good idea, Miss Yang. The soupâs hot, so Iâll serve it.â Auntie Gui didnât dare to let her serve the soup, but she still snatched it away.
Yang Zixuan served Mama Ye a bowl of soup before her gaze landed onto Mo Xiaomeng. She smirked.
âYouâre a guest, so Iâll have to serve you first.â
She sounded like she was a host in her own home.
Yang Zixuanâs eyes were cold as she schemed about how to splash the soup at the girl in a natural manner so that no one would find out that she did it deliberately.
Mo Xiaomeng was daydreaming about something.
Yang Zixuan thought that the moment was ripe and pretended to have tripped over her own feet.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAiyah ââ
Her whole body hurtled forward.
Inexplicably, her legs were suddenly hindered by something. Her hands retracted in a panic.
The soup, which was supposed to have splashed outwards, splashed onto her hands instead.
âAhââ Scalded by the hot soup, Yang Zixuan shrieked.
Frightened by her, Mo Xiaomeng returned to her senses. She looked at her dazedly, as though she was puzzled at what was happening.
She saw Yang Zixuan, who had wanted to hurt her, jumping about in agony, her face contorting with pain.
Mo Xiaomeng was stunned. âDid you scald yourself?â
Yang Zixuan glared at her viciously. She really wanted to squash her dead. âShut up!â she roared.
Mama Ye frowned and chastised, âZixuan! Mind your manners! Auntie Gui had warned you that the soup was hot, and told you not to touch it. You were the one who insisted on helping.â
She gestured to the domestic helper to bring a doctor over. Meanwhile, the domestic helpers were administering first aid to Yang Zixuan in a panic.
Ye Sijue sat in his seat, unmoving.
He had seen everything that Yang Zixuan did.
However, she had already gotten her just desserts before he could prevent the accident.
Ye Sijue thought this whole accident comical, and couldnât help but smirk.
Upon hearing Mama Yeâs rebuke and unable to bear the grievance, Yang Zixuanâs eyes reddened. âAuntie Pei⦠I only wanted to help.â
Mo Xiaomeng looked dumbfounded, as though she didnât understand what was going on.
She leaned towards Ye Sijue and asked in a small voice, âHow did she burn herself? Sheâs so careless.â
Ye Sijue looked into her eyes. This girl didnât know that she had almost been hurt. If it wasnât for this accident, the burning hot soup would have landed on her.
Upon thinking of this possibility, his gaze turned frosty as he looked at Yang Zixuan.
Yang Zixuan felt that the spots where she had been scalded were really hot, but suddenly felt a wave of coldness. She looked up subconsciously and met Ye Sijueâs eyes.
She froze. She had a feeling that she had been exposed, and started to panic.
âB-Brother Sijue⦠Iâm hurting!â Quickly, she used a pitiful voice and acted coy towards him so that he could be aware that she was a victim who needed some care and concern.
Ye Sijue smirked slightly and said pointedly, âThe pain will ensure you never forget your lesson.â
Yang Zixuan paused, and her face fell. She looked really aggrieved.
The family doctor arrived in no time and brought her to one side for treatment.
Mama Ye was worried, and followed along.
Just as Mo Xiaomeng was about to stand up, Ye Sijue said, âYou donât have to go. Sit down and eat.â
Mo Xiaomeng looked as if she was put in a spot. âHow can I eat like this? We should wait.â
Her manners decreed that she was unable to sit and eat calmly in such a situation.
It wasnât that she was worried about Yang Zixuan, but that she simply couldnât sit down and eat as a guest when even Mama Ye had gotten up from the table.