Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Madam Ying was already furious.

Old Ye stood there, caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

After all, he is the young mistress's brother, so it doesn't seem right to kick him out like this.

Moreover, he is just a child, with no relatives or friends here. Where can he go?

Old Ye felt a pang of guilt.

Over the course of their time together, he discovered that although Lu Mingshi had a head of blond hair, he was actually quite nice.

On several occasions, seeing that he was old, he would offer to help him carry some heavy things and would talk to him in a cheerful and joking manner, treating him like a good buddy.

She doesn't have that kind of arrogance that boys have. She doesn't think she can't do this or that, and she doesn't act superior just because her sister is the young mistress of the Ying family.

He wasn't the kind of bad blond guy that most people would think; he was actually a kind-hearted kid.

When Madam Ying saw him standing there motionless, she became even angrier.

"Old Ye, even you won't listen to this old lady anymore?"

She raised her voice in anger, "Didn't you hear me ordering you to get this blond guy out?"

Her words echoed clearly in the living room.

The other servants huddled in the corner, trembling with fear, not daring to go out and displease the old lady in this critical moment.

"grandmother."

Ying Sangrou anxiously tried to comfort her, "Don't be angry, okay? Getting angry is bad for your health. I'll go back to your room with you..."

"No!"

Madam Ying was now determined.

"This blond-haired brat has to be kicked out of our house today, no amount of pleading will work. And Sang Rou, what's wrong with you? I'm your grandmother, why aren't you on my side? Are you siding with this blond-haired kid?"

"No, Grandma..."

She bit her lower lip, somewhat afraid of her anger. "I just want everyone to calm down, otherwise, when my brother comes back..."

"Come back then."

Old Master Ying scoffed, "Ying Yuchuan is my grandson. Does he not even listen to me?"

Seeing that Old Ye, the steward, was hesitating, my anger burned even brighter.

She shouted at the other servants, "You, get this blond-haired guy out of here! The Ying family won't tolerate this kind of idle, good-for-nothing!"

"Grandma, no."

Ying Sangrou pleaded for him again, disregarding her fear. She frantically begged her grandmother, "Where else can Lu Mingshi go besides here? Please don't do this to him..."

Lu Ming pursed his lips, those harsh words crashing against his sensitive heart.

He knew he was living under someone else's roof, he knew he wasn't part of this family, and he knew he had always been a disliked figure.

He looked at Ying Sangrou as she pleaded for him again and again.

But he doesn't need it.

The boy's backbone, self-esteem, and the deep-seated inferiority complex attacked him simultaneously, desperately pulling, boiling, and clamoring within his limbs and bones.

He didn't need her to plead for him.

It's better not to stay here.

He also had his pride. Even if he went out to wander and beg for a living when the deer cried out, he didn't want to stay here and suffer the cold looks of others!

As the old lady repeatedly shouted angrily to kick him out, he looked at the old woman in front of him and sneered.

"You don't need to rush me, I can walk by myself."

After speaking, he resolutely turned around and strode away without looking back.

"When the deer cry out."

"Young Master Lu."

Ying Sangrou and Lao Ye called out to him anxiously from behind.

Lu Mingshi didn't listen; his face was cold, and he was determined to leave.

Hearing Ying Sangrou's footsteps chasing after him, he quickened his pace and ran.

"When the deer cry out, come back soon—"

Ying Sangrou's mournful cries continued incessantly.

When a deer cries out, it only wants to run faster.

He doesn't need this family to pity him.

He was thin and had long legs; he quickly left Ying Sangrou behind and disappeared after going out the door.

Ying Sangrou was running too fast and didn't pay attention to the ground. She tripped over something and fell hard to the ground, crying out in pain.