Thrown out of the house, the wet nurse enters the noble household and becomes a person of high statu

She was just an insignificant wet nurse who was beaten and driven away.

But if Master Pei were to be punished according to family rules for this matter and lose face, that would be a real blow.

At this moment, the roles of offense and defense have shifted.

Pei Yaojun manipulated her, who was a slave.

And wasn't Liu Wenying also holding his weakness in her hands?

Pei Yaojun's face turned ashen from her words.

This woman... dares to threaten him?

The anger on his face subsided, replaced by gloom and coldness.

He suddenly smirked, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You really think I can't handle you?"

He grabbed Liu Wenying's wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones.

Liu Wenying struggled instinctively, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Pei Yaojun didn't give her a chance to resist and dragged her into the house.

"Sister Liu!" Xiao Zhu cried and rushed forward to stop her.

If Third Master punishes Liu Wenying in broad daylight, what kind of torment must she endure behind closed doors?

"Get out of here!"

Pei Yaojun didn't even look, and just raised his foot to give a feint kick.

She didn't actually kick Xiaozhu, but the fierce aura had already frightened her so much that she fell to the ground, watching helplessly as Liu Wenying was forcibly dragged in.

"Bang--!"

With a loud bang, Pei Yaojun slammed the door shut, cutting off the inside from the outside.

Luo Luo, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the loud sound of the door slamming shut and burst into tears.

"Let go of me! The child is crying!"

Liu Wenying felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Her maternal instincts overwhelmed her fear of Pei Yaojun, and she tried to find a way to break free from his control.

Pei Yaojun was already angry, and her push only fueled his rage.

Liu Wenying's heart and eyes were filled with her daughter's incessant crying. She broke free and held Luoluo in her arms to comfort her.

"Don't cry, Luo Luo, Mommy's here. Don't be afraid."

The child was frightened and couldn't calm down for a while. He rubbed his little face against her chest, clearly hungry.

Pei Yaojun approached step by step, intending to settle both old and new scores.

But then he saw Liu Wenying with her back to him, suddenly starting to undress herself.

Pei Yaojun froze, looking away as if he had been burned, his voice changing tone.

"What are you doing? In broad daylight, no, in the open, you... I'm not some random person."

A jumble of random thoughts flashed through his mind.

Is this woman trying to beg for mercy in that way?

He stood frozen in place, turning his head away as if it were an impropriety to look at him.

My mind was in turmoil, and a strange, absurd expectation, which I myself was unaware of, was creeping into my heart.

However, the expected advances and embraces did not occur.

Behind them, only the child's gradually calming cries could be heard, along with... a faint swallowing sound?

Pei Yaojun waited for a while, then couldn't help but turn around.

The windows were bright and clean, and the sunlight was intense.

Liu Wenying sat sideways on the edge of the bed. Her clothes were indeed slightly unbuttoned, but not as disheveled as he had imagined.

She was breastfeeding her child with her head down, her expression calm.

The light outlined the soft lines of her neck and profile; she was completely focused on her child, radiating maternal glow.

It turns out she undressed so she could feed her child...

Pei Yaojun's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

What was he thinking about just now?

The immense embarrassment made him feel utterly ashamed, and his earlier aggressive and accusatory demeanor completely dissipated.

After feeding Luo Luo, the little one smacked his lips contentedly and fell into a deep sleep again in her arms.

Liu Wenying wiped away the tears on her daughter's face and put her back on the bed.

After finishing everything, she turned to look at Pei Yaojun, who had become unusually quiet.

Liu Wenying sighed silently. What's meant to happen will happen.

She walked up to Pei Yaojun without looking at him again, lowered her eyes and resignedly said, "Third Master, this servant knows she is guilty. How to deal with her is entirely up to you."

She had truly resigned herself to her fate.

Perhaps she really wasn't suited to stay in the Duke's mansion.

With great difficulty, he managed to gain some favor and trust from the First Madam thanks to his meager talent.

Just when she thought things had taken a turn for the better and she could finally secure a peaceful life for herself and her daughter, she inadvertently ran into the Little King of Hell.

She had personally witnessed the horrific scene of a maid who had climbed into someone's bed being beaten to death.

She had truly given this young master a good beating. If she stayed here, who knew what methods this eccentric little devil would use to torment her?

They probably won't even know how they died in the end.

Rather than living in constant fear of impending doom, it's better to leave now.

She accepted whatever punishment, whether it was beating, fines, driving away, or expelling her.

As the saying goes, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose.

Once she understood the worst possible outcome, Liu Wenying's fear of the powerful and wealthy faded considerably.

But as the fear subsided, an indescribable sense of grievance welled up inside.

What did she do wrong?

She just wanted to live a peaceful life in the mansion and take good care of her daughter.

She never provoked anyone, and even carefully avoided them at all times.

It was Pei Yaojun who climbed over the wall late at night, behaving suspiciously, that prompted her to strike in self-defense.

Now they have to give up the peace they've worked so hard for. Why is the world so unfair to them, mother and daughter?

The more I thought about it, the more heartbroken I felt. My eyes instantly welled up with tears, which were about to fall, like dew-kissed begonias, looking utterly pitiful.

Pei Yaojun felt a strange tightness in his chest when he was bumped into by her appearance, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he just turned his head away and snorted, "I haven't even said anything after I got hit, and you're already acting all wronged?"

Liu Wenying sensed a softening in his tone and cautiously probed, "So, Third Master means he'll spare this servant?"

Is there a chance for things to turn around?

Her eyes, washed clean by tears, became even clearer and brighter, like obsidian.

Pei Yaojun felt even more awkward under her hopeful gaze.

Are you just going to let her go so easily?

Where would that leave Master Pei's face?

The bump on the back of my head is still throbbing!

But if he were to actually kick her out... he didn't seem to want to...

Finally, Pei Yaojun said in a harsh voice, "Dream on! Remember this, I'll settle the score with you after this bump on the back of my head heals!"

After saying that, as if afraid he would change his mind, he strode away without looking back.

Remember that, remember that!

Liu Wenying was overjoyed.

Once the swelling on his head subsided and there was no evidence, who could still claim that she had hit her master with a club?

If we beg the First Madam then, there's no guarantee we won't have to leave unscathed.

For several days in a row, Liu Wenying had a very smooth time.

The backlog of accounts was finally cleared up and handed over to Wen Jingshu.

The First Madam was very pleased with this, not only praising her verbally but also rewarding her with a jade bracelet of good quality.

Without the pressure of accounts, Liu Wenying only needed to focus on taking turns caring for the young master, and her days became much more leisurely.

But this peaceful time was broken this afternoon.

Liu Wenying was holding the young master in the main room of Tinglan Courtyard, while Wen Jingshu was picking out patterns of newly delivered fabrics, preparing to make winter clothes.

The room was peaceful.

Suddenly, a maid announced from outside the door, "Third Master has arrived."

The beaded curtain rustled, and Pei Yaojun, dressed in a scarlet brocade robe and exuding charisma, strode in.

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