Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife Chapter 713: This Old Woman is Actually So Terrifying!

"What is going on here?"

The recently arrived Mo patriarch was deeply shocked by the scene unfolding at the entrance to the hall.

"Wei’er, why did you suddenly kneel down? What is the aning of this?"

"Is the aning unclear? She’s putting on an elaborate show specifically for you, the old geezer eagerly waiting to drink the tea she brewed!"

"..."

The Mo matriarch’s voice rang out, cold and regal, causing the Mo patriarch to freeze.

Turning his head, he finally caught sight of his wife sitting on a nearby sofa!

He was filled with surprise, followed by a sense of joy.

"Madam, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you inform ? Where is Selena? Why isn’t she accompanying you?"

The Mo patriarch asked as he walked toward her at a asured pace.

The Mo matriarch took a nonchalant sip of water.

"If I notified you, I suppose I wouldn’t get to witness such a charming, considerate young family doctor making tea for you, would I?"

"..."

The Mo patriarch paused and then laughed.

"The tea Wei’er brews is indeed unforgettable, but no matter how morable, nothing is more important than you, Madam."

"Wei’er?"

Upon hearing the na, the Mo matriarch let out a cold laugh and glanced at Ye Wei’er, who was kneeling on the ground, her face crafted into a pitiable expression.

She stood up and gave Yan Xinxin a loving smile.

"Grandmother has to excuse herself for a mont; I’ll co to talk to you later."

Speaking, she gently patted the back of Yan Xinxin’s hand, then turned her gaze to Lin Yuan’ai.

"Yuan’ai, accompany upstairs."

"Yes, Mom."

Lin Yuan’ai quickly extended her arm to support the Mo matriarch.

The Mo patriarch furrowed his brow in frustration.

"Madam..."

"Do not speak to for the ti being."

"..."

"Also, do remind Miss Wei’er not to stay kneeling for too long. Warn her that pretending to be a delicate flower repeatedly risks getting her roots snapped by this old lady!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wei’er trembled all over!

This old lady turns out to be terrifying—entirely unlike the frail and gentle figure she had envisioned!

Yan Xinxin, holding Chenxi in her arms, glanced at the Mo matriarch and Lin Yuan’ai ascending the stairs, then turned toward the Mo patriarch with a faint smile.

"Grandfather."

"Great Grandpa."

"Great Grandpa~"

The siblings also politely called out in greeting.

The Mo patriarch nodded briefly, smiled, then turned his gaze toward Ye Wei’er, who remained kneeling on the floor, too intimidated to utter a word.

"You may stand."

"Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

Ye Wei’er scrambled to her feet awkwardly.

"Grandfather, I’ll take Xi and Chun back to their rooms to change clothes."

Yan Xinxin prepared to head upstairs as well.

The Mo patriarch gave a profoundly indifferent nod, almost entirely dismissing Yan Xinxin, redirecting his attention to the visibly pale Ye Wei’er instead.

"What exactly happened here? What led Madam to treat you so harshly?"

Ye Wei’er adjusted her dress and glanced at Yan Xinxin’s figure disappearing upstairs, then pitifully walked toward the Mo patriarch with a downtrodden expression.

"Earlier, I had just received so new Ganlu tea leaves from a friend and ran into Madam on my way back. But I was so eager to brew the tea for you, so I overlooked Madam..."

She explained forlornly, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she spoke.

The Mo patriarch regarded her with skepticism.

"Is that all? Why would Madam respond with such anger?"

"Well, that was how it started! Madam wasn’t angry at at first, but then..."

"Then what?"

"It involves the young mistress. Wei’er wouldn’t dare to say more for fear of disrupting the family’s harmony."

Ye Wei’er hung her head, a picture of self-sacrificial humility.

"Besides, if I say anything, the young master will surely cast out."

"Today, whether you speak or not, I believe it’s about ti you pack your things and leave!"

Ye Wei’er was still strategizing how to stir trouble when suddenly a chilling voice ca from behind, paralyzing her with panic.

She whipped around to see Mo Chuxi’s cold, strikingly handso features, and her legs buckled once more.

"You! Ye! Collect your belongings imdiately and get out of the Mo family!"