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nMo Qianxue just got in the door, when she heard a cold commanding voice from inside, “Asan, go and smashed the oxcart!”

nWith a “boom” behind, which took Mo Qianxue aback, the oxcart that had just taken her back home was already broken in pieces.

n“Ning Shaoqing! Are you crazy?” Mo Qianxue hadn’t figured out what was going on. He was nice in the morning but what made him become like this now? She felt wronged and threatened, “What about killing the ox too?”

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n“Oh my dear, I can’t agree more with you. Asan, go and kill the ox too.” Ning Shaoqing’s cold voice rang immediately after Mo Qianxue’s question.

nBefore Asan went over, Awu, standing nearest to the ox, raised his palm and slammed down like a knife at the ox’s neck. Without any screech, it collapsed to the ground in an instant.

nNow Mo Qianxue was really dumbfounded. What on earth was going on?

nIn rage, her voice trembled, “You…you…It’s forbidden to slaughter an ox in private. You…you are a criminal…” The momentary unforeseen incident deprived Mo Qianxue of speech.

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nAwu kneeled on the ground, reporting, “Lady, the ox died of exhaustion since it has been going out every day recently. If you don’t believe it, have a check.” Of course he was clear why lord hit the ceiling.

nWhat Awu was doing now was to pick himself out of the drama.

nAs for lady, she would be fine. Lord wouldn’t do anything serious to her.

nAsu’s report made Mo Qianxue fly into a fury. She was in such a rage that her voice even stopped trembling, “Alright! You guys bully me together, right?!”

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nWithout any prelude, he suddenly played tough on her and let her lose face before them.

nWhat did he mean?

nIt was just yesterday that he had confessed and called her sweet and promised to spend the rest of his life with her. Today he began to play this again, huh?

nIf she had been taken by him, at this moment, should she be lying on the ground, dragging his legs and bitterly begging him: my lord, don’t be angry at me. It’s all my fault…?

nSeeing that lady was so upset, Awu and Asan exchanged a look and, taking the opportunity when lord and lady’s eyes were fixed on each other, slipped away.

n“Come here!” Ning Shaoqing sounded freezing. His face was pitch-dark like a dark cloud which wrapped a thunderstorm. Horrible!

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nWhat he hated most was deception.

nAlthough he had witnessed with his own eyes that she was acting intimate with another man, in such a fury, he was still willing to trust her and give her a chance to explain.

nJust, the figure of that slim man and the concern she had displayed toward him as well as the way she talked and smiled to him punched Ning Shaoqing with disquiet and discomfort.

nHe planned childishly to himself that if the cart and ox disappeared, she couldn’t go out again.

nMo Qianxue was puzzled by this storming face.

nShe just couldn’t figure out what for?

nShe was a person who knew to act flexible accordingly and disliked force-on-force confrontation.

nYet, in such a case, she had no other choice. He had yelled at her, and now he wanted her to be an obedient cat? No way!

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nAs a matter of fact, Mo Qianxue knew Ning Shaoqing’s temperament. He was definitely drinking certain vinegar again. Was there one time that he pissed off because of something else?

nThat being said, she felt being sentenced directly without any chance to explain when he instantly had the ox killed and the cart smashed.

nUnfair!

nMo Qianxue also put on a cold face. Instead of walking to him, she sat down on the root sculpture bench that the students had made, asking, “Who do you think you are that you can push me around like this?”

nThey had agreed in the morning that after she came back, she would tell him everything that happened in these days. Luckily Tong Zijing was getting better. It wouldn’t be counted as breaking words if she told Ning Shaoqing now.

nBut with this attitude of him, she’d rather choose not to tell him!

n“Who am I? I shall let you know who I am!”

nMo Qianxue didn’t move, so Ning Shaoqing walked to her, bringing his frosty storm.

nMo Qianxue was debunking in secrecy that he said this every time. Could he think of something else to frighten her? But when she looked up, she found him more raging than last time. With her heart plummeting, she sprang away immediately.

n“Ning Shaoqing! If you dare to kick my ass again, I will let you regret for a lifetime.”

nThis man seemed to get addicted in kicking her ass. If he became accustomed to this in the future, how could she save her face?

nMo Qianxue gussed that Ning Shaoqing would stop if she was angry in real terms.

nYet, Ning Shaoqing didn’t slow down his footsteps, only sweeping a glance at her thin white neck.

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n“Alright, I don’t kick your ass, I…”

nMo Qianxue suddenly panicked when Ning Shaoqing dashed over to hold her in his arms and showed his sharp teeth, “You can’t bite me either…”

n“That’s a good idea. I didn’t think about it just now.” The tone was affectionate but he said it while grinding his teeth, “So my sweetheart, you like biting.”

nHe hadn’t thought about it? What a lie! Mo Qianxue clenched her fists. Upon saying this, she instantly wanted to kill herself. Wasn’t that a sign of compromise?

nNing Shaoqing pressed his face against Mo Qianxue’s neck and whispered, “Qianxue, your neck looks delicious.”

nMo Qianxue’s heart was cornered by coldness. Delicious? Just bite whether it was delicious or not! Should she add some seasonings? What a way of torture!

nYet, he sounded not angry anymore… Ouch! It hurt!

nHe actually took a bite!

nAs she struggled, the silver hairpin in Mo Qianxue’s hair fell off, the black silk dripped down like a waterfall with the removal of the last shackle.

nThe long hanging hair, in the eye of Ning Shaoqing, had a hard-to-get kind of seduction.

nHe removed his teeth from her neck, combed her hair with fingers and shook his head, yielding. After all, he wouldn’t be reluctant to hurt her.

nHis rage had vented out after all the smashing, threatening, and biting.

nBut Mo Qianxue didn’t think so.

nHer neck was still burning from his bite. Therefore, she didn’t want to talk to him at all. Raising her hand, she slapped away the hand on her hair and looked away, hoity-toity.

nHe wished a peaceful ending and her forgiveness by merely fondling her hair after all the drama?

nNing Shaoqing lifted his hand again, and Mo Qianxue slapped it away again.

nThe two were stuck in the repetition of the movement.

nAfter a while, Ning Shaoqing finally couldn’t stand it, carrying Mo Qianxue onto his shoulder and walking to their room.

nMo Qianxue, in a fluster, patted his back, “What…what do you want? You crazy man!”

nNing Shaoqing sneered, “If I’m crazy, I’m driven crazy by you.”

nRegardless of Mo Qianxue’s shy resistance, he locked her waving hands and carried her in his arms.

nWalking into their room, he put her down into a chair and helped comb her hair into her usual style.

nMo Qianxue quietly stared in the mirror to look at herself as well as the man doing her hair. Although his face maintained cold, gentleness and love oozed out of his eyes.

nThis scene, like pure spring water, welled up in the field of her heart.

nVery likely, Ning Shaoqing, a noble lord, had never done hair for any women, so it took him long to finish a simple hairstyle of a village woman.

nUpon finishing, he breathed a long sigh, “Please, tell me everything about what was going on in Tong mansion.”

nAdmitting that it was indeed improper for a married woman to run around outside home every day, Mo Qianxue stopped fighting against him too.

nHence, she began to tell him about the hateful Mr. Tong, who was an obstinate stern man that loved his son, but in a wrong way, and accused him of the foolish father in the world…

nThen she talked about poor Tong Zijing, an innocent clever but unfortunate child…

nFinally, she told him how she had treated Tong Zijing, how much progress the poor boy had made, how bullhead Mr. Tong had been, and so on. Of course, she didn’t dare to mention the fact that she had held lord Tong by the hand.

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