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

Inside the elegant room, the windows were bright and the tables were clean, and the furnishings were exquisite.

The windows were covered with translucent cicada-wing paper, which was very breathable in the summer.

A carved canopy bed is placed against the wall, with curtains made of Yun brocade produced by Zhiyun Manor, which hang down like flowing lake water.

A small table and two armchairs were placed by the window. On the table was a set of white porcelain tea set, the glaze of which was as warm and smooth as jade.

"Young Master Mo, please have a seat."

After inviting Mo Qing to sit down, Liu Wenying took her seat opposite him.

"The servants are negligent; it is my fault for not disciplining them properly. Please forgive me."

"Master Liu is too modest. The manor is so well-managed, which shows the owner's care."

Words alone cannot express an apology, so Liu Wenying personally poured him tea.

She scalded the cup, placed the tea, and poured it from a high position while simultaneously pouring it from a low position—her movements were fluid and graceful, indicating she had practiced.

Although I rested for over a month after giving birth and didn't do it again, it didn't affect me at all.

After pouring the tea, Liu Wenying offered the teacup to the other person, raising her eyes and smiling slightly.

"Young Master Mo said that your mother has difficulty walking. My estate has several treatment methods specifically designed for this purpose."

"There is a medicinal spring on the back mountain with a suitable water temperature. Soaking in it for 45 minutes every day can relax muscles and improve blood circulation."

"If the elderly have difficulty walking, hot spring water is also brought into the room."

"There are also massage therapists with unique techniques that, when combined with acupuncture, are quite helpful for leg ailments."

When Mo Qing took the teacup, his fingertips inadvertently touched the back of her hand.

When he received the item, the movement wouldn't actually touch it, but he acted very naturally, as if it were an unintentional mistake.

Liu Wenying noticed, but her expression remained unchanged. She simply put her hand back into her sleeve and continued to speak gently.

"How long does the young master intend for your mother to stay?"

The aroma of tea filled the air between the two.

Mo Qing lowered his eyes to look at the emerald green tea in the cup. He took a sip of tea and spoke casually.

"Of course, the longer the better, but I've heard that your esteemed estate costs a hundred taels of silver a month. Although I have the best intentions, I am simply short of funds."

Liu Wenying poured herself a cup as well.

"The price is negotiable. Yinian Manor is open to the public to attract a wide range of guests. If you, young master, are truly devoted to your grandmother, I may consider reducing the price."

Mo Qing placed the teacup on the table, the white porcelain touching the sandalwood, making a soft sound.

He leaned forward slightly, the collar of his purple robe slightly open, revealing a section of his fair collarbone.

"Master Liu is kind-hearted, but the amount of money he's short can't be made up simply by reducing the amount."

Liu Wenying looked up at him. "Then what does Young Master mean?"

Mo Qing smiled, her voice becoming low, magnetic, and alluring.

"I am not capable enough to repay the debt, but I can do so in other ways."

Liu Wenying's eyebrows twitched slightly.

She'd seen plenty of haggling, people trying to lower prices, comparing prices to others, and using their official positions to intimidate others.

She's dealt with all kinds of customers, what other methods could she use?

"Young Master Mo, please speak frankly. I would like to hear the details."

Mo Qing's gaze swept across her face, from her beautiful eyebrows and eyes that remained delicate even without makeup, to her lips that were red without any color.

"I know some ways to please people."

He stood up, his purple robe sweeping across the floor tiles, and slowly walked around to the tea table, to the side where Liu Wenying was.

Liu Wenying looked up.

Mo Qing stopped beside her, and as he leaned over, a very faint scent of rouge wafted over.

"If the Master is pleased, I can make you happy and allow you to enjoy the ultimate pleasures, which would at least make up for the extra money. What does the Master think?"

"Young master is joking. I already have a family background. Please respect yourself."

Mo Qing not only did not restrain himself, but instead moved even closer.

"He's just a live-in husband, dependent on others, his life is entirely in Master Liu's hands. Why should Master Liu be so reserved?"

He truly honed his skills in the world of pleasure, adept at bewitching people. Those with weak wills have likely already fallen into his carefully woven net.

"Young Master Mo, business is business, and private matters are private matters."

"The rules of Zhuangzi cannot be broken. I am also the owner of Zhuangzi, so I cannot take the lead in breaking the rules."

I appreciate your kindness, young master. If you truly wish to book this abode, we can proceed according to the normal procedures. But if you have ulterior motives…”

"I have no other ambition than the person in front of me."

Mo Qing interrupted her, leaning down to brush her lipstick-stained lips against her earlobe.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Mo Qing was violently pulled away and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The table was knocked aside, and the leftover tea in the cup spilled, soaking Mo Qing's sleeves.

"Does anyone dare touch my people, even just some Tom, Dick, or Harry?"

Pei Yaojun stood in front of Liu Wenying, glaring angrily at Mo Qing on the ground, his anger burning.

Mo Qing fell to the ground, her hair slightly disheveled, her previous ease gone, revealing her fragility and innocence.

Especially her eyes, brimming with tears, were truly pitiful to behold.

"Why is this young master angry? I was merely discussing business with the master of the manor..."

Pei Yaojun sneered, pulling Liu Wenying up from the armchair. "Business? Negotiating to the point of being intimate?"

"Master..."

Liu Wenying looked at Mo Qing, but she had seen too many men.

The eldest brother was solemn and dignified, the second brother was gentle and aloof, and the third brother was unrestrained and unruly.

Xiao Yiheng possesses an innate nobility, Lu Ye is resolute and simple, and Xue Bi is refined and elegant.

What kind of beautiful appearance haven't I seen? What kind of charming scenery haven't I experienced?

Mo Qing's face was indeed beautiful, but no matter how beautiful the appearance, in her eyes it was nothing more than an empty shell.

"Young Master Mo, I cannot do business with you. Please do as you see fit."

This was not only to appease the Third Master, but also to show her attitude.

Upon hearing this, Pei Yaojun thought that was more like it, but it was far from enough to make him let her go.

Liu Wenying was pulled out by Pei Yaojun.

"Why are you wasting your breath talking to him? Just kick that kind of trash out!" Pei Yaojun strode forward, his dark red robes fluttering.

Liu Wenying stumbled after him, "Third Master, he's a guest after all..."

"Guest?" Pei Yaojun turned around and glared at her, his anger still burning in his eyes.

"Do guests who book a room need to stand so close? Do they need to say such nonsense?"

He led her through the corridor, the moon gate, and the cobblestone path.

Liu Wenying thought he was going to pull her back to the main house, but he pulled her to the west.

"Third Master, I think I'll go back to my room..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled into that familiar room.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Pei Yaojun pressed her down on the soft couch, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her, trapping her in a small space.

"I haven't seen you all day, why are you out seeing those cats and dogs again?"

He moved closer, his hot breath hitting her face.

Liu Wenying lay back on the soft couch, her light blue dress spreading out like a lotus.

Her voluptuous figure appeared even whiter and softer against the backdrop of the brocade.

Pei Yaojun's face was inches away, his long eyebrows furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his peach blossom eyes burning with anger.

She explained softly, her tone revealing her vulnerability.

"At first I thought he was a guest of the estate, and wanted to book the hot spring retreat..."

Pei Yaojun chuckled in exasperation, then gently stroked her cheek.

"They've been ordering so many things, they're practically going to be placed in your bed?"

Liu Wenying's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Is Third Master jealous?"

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