Fang Liu was heartbroken when she saw footprints on the flower pots worth millions of yuan.
Meanwhile, ancient Han dynasty costumes and custom-made dresses littered the ground. Lin Lin and Tian Jing had wreaked havoc in the walk-in closet. The clothes made of expensive fabrics were crumpled and thrown onto the floor.
Fang Liu’s face darkened. ‘Those two must’ve done this on purpose!’
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Half an hour ago, Lin Lin and Tian Jing went into each room, and what they saw made their jaws drop. Lin Lin put a hand on her chest and said to Tian Jing in shock, “Y-Your cousin bought all these for that woman? Is this a princess’s castle or what?”
Expensive flowers, beautiful clothes, and handmade musical instruments custom-made by famous people filled each room. Lin Lin studied music, so she was familiar with all kinds of musical instruments. The musical instruments in the music studio were like priceless treasures.
Tian Jing was utterly dumbfounded. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t know there were rooms like these in the house. I remember that these rooms used to be empty, but now they’re all…”
The two finally understood what was happening. ‘Mo Yu must’ve redesigned these rooms because of Fang Liu. But this is simply too luxurious.’
Lin Lin’s eyes were red with jealousy. She greedily touched the musical instruments one at a time. When Lin Lin saw the gorgeous clothes, she wished to move them into her closet.
“That b*tch must have shamelessly asked my cousin to get these things for her. Does she think she’s a queen or something? That b*tch has a b*stard child in her belly, yet she thinks she’s the young madam of the Mo family? I’m so angry!”
Tian Jing knew that Mo Yu treated Fang Liu well, but she didn’t expect Mo Yu to dote on Fang Liu to such an extent.
In ancient times, kings hid their concubines in a golden house, but they could not pare to how Mo Yu doted on Fang Liu.
Although Lin Lin came from a well-to-do family with their own business, she still couldn’t afford such a luxurious house in her lifetime. Lin Lin was furious that Fang Liu possessed such luxurious things because she married Mo Yu.
Flames of jealousy burned in Lin Lin’s heart. ‘How can I be inferior to Fang Liu? Why is she so lucky?’
Lin Lin and Tian Jing knew that these things belonged to Fang Liu, and they couldn’t take them away, so the two decided to destroy everything they saw.
Tian Jing took out the clothes from the wardrobe and threw them. She stomped them and snarled, “That b*tch doesn’t deserve to wear these! Fang Liu should look at herself in the mirror to see how ugly she is!”
Lin Lin restrained herself at first, but when she saw Tian Jing throwing the clothes on the floor, trampling them, she became bolder. Lin Lin followed Tian Jing to wreak havoc in the other rooms.
As Lin Lin tore the dresses, she thought, ‘No matter how precious these things are, I know they don’t belong to me. Since that is the case, I won’t let that b*tch wear them. I’ll ruin them all!’
The two became addicted to destroying things and proceeded to open another door. Countless antiques and paintings filled this room. These were masterpieces, and most of them were priceless. Mo Yu had collected these items through his highly influential contacts.
The two looked at the precious artworks worth hundreds of millions in yuan, and their eyes turned red. ‘Fang Liu owns these too?’
Lin Lin dared not destroy such priceless works of art, so she pulled Tian Jing and said, “e on, let’s go to the music studio.”
Although the musical instruments were expensive, they were still cheaper than the antiques and artworks in the other room. But Tian Jing was obsessed with destroying things, so she brushed Lin Lin off fiercely.
“Why are you so afraid? Mo Yu will scold me and not you. I refuse to let that b*tch enjoy these things!” Tian Jing picked up an antique vase and was about to throw it onto the ground.
Tian Jing was the youngest daughter in her family, and her parents always spoiled and pampered her. Because of this, Tian Jing became unruly and violent at a young age.
Tian Jing acted based on her emotions. She didn’t care for the priceless artworks and antiques. Just as Tian Jing was about to throw the antique vase to the ground, Fang Liu’s cold and angry voice suddenly echoed, “Stop this right now!”
Tian Jing and Lin Lin were stunned. The two turned their heads and saw Fang Liu standing at the door in her casual attire. After entering the room, Fang Liu glanced at the vase in Tian Jing’s hand and sneered, “That vase is the last royal item made in an ancient kiln during the Qianlong dynasty. It is worth at least two hundred million yuan.”
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