Because they were very clear that this vase was probably too expensive even if they sold themselves to afford it.
Murong Rui’s strength was not weak; she directly smashed it onto the back of the servant, making the servant involuntarily let out a muffled groan.
The servant who originally started talking about Murong Rui watched everything unfold before her and was almost too slow to react, completely dumbfounded.
Only when she heard the maid’s muffled groan did she co to her senses as if belatedly realizing what happened, and she imdiately dropped the rag in her hands and squatted down to check the maid’s back, anxiously saying, "Alana, are you okay?"
She knew exactly how hot that cup of tea was, because she had just been the one to serve it to Murong Rui.
The maid called Alana gritted her teeth; there was a burning sensation coming from her back, causing her not just pain from the impact, but also agony because of the scalding tea spilling onto her.
Yet, she still shook her head and said, "I’m fine!"
However, witnessing this scene, Murong Rui grew even more infuriated, and with her already being extrely impatient waiting for Song Qiao, she was looking for an outlet for her frustration, and these two servants had just co along at the right ti, so naturally, she wasn’t going to let them off.
She stood up from the sofa and walked towards the two maids in her high heels, the sound of the heels clicking on the smooth floor was sowhat piercing.
Alana and the other maid, hearing the sound of the high heels approaching, couldn’t help but shiver, both looking up at Murong Rui who had already arrived in front of them, feeling a sense of fear.
Murong Rui walked directly in front of them and stopped, her presence felt towering and condescending, especially her eyes, delicately lined with eyeliner, filled with contempt as she looked down at the two maids before her, giving off the impression of her being far superior to them.
"Mis... Miss Murong..." Alana, despite the searing pain in her back, still raised her head to look at Murong Rui in front of her, her posture almost exceedingly humble.
But Murong Rui stepped forward once more, and directly stepped onto Alana’s hand on the floor with her high heel. Although she didn’t put all her weight on it, Alana still cried out in sharp pain.
The nearby maid, witnessing this sudden turn of events, was completely frightened, at a loss on how to react, just standing there petrified.
Alana’s hand was pinned under Murong Rui’s foot, impossible to pull free, the pain in her hand now surpassing the combination of being hit and scalded by the teacup and water, to the extent that tears uncontrollably stread down her face, her voice quivering, "Mi... Miss Murong..."
Upon hearing her voice, Murong Rui bent over slightly, getting closer, her voice laced with boundless arrogance, "Were you just gossiping about behind my back?"
Alana was taken aback; she had indeed thought that Murong Rui’s anger might be due to that matter, but she and her colleague had spoken in such low voices she didn’t expect that they had been overheard. She was suddenly at a loss for what to say.
Seeing Alana not giving a response, Murong Rui didn’t hurry, but instead increased the pressure on her foot, causing Alana to cry out in pain once again, her voice now tinged with panic, "Mi... Miss Murong... please... please let go..."
Murong Rui hadn’t been so angry before hearing this, but now that she heard Alana’s plea, her feelings of anger beca clearer and she coldly said, "Are you trying to command now?"
Alana imdiately shook her head quickly, indicating she had no such thoughts.
...
After freshening up, Song Qiao felt much more spirited. As she walked out of the bedroom, she couldn’t help but look down at her belly which didn’t yet show any signs of the little life inside, yet she still tenderly placed her hand over it and gently caressed it.
Just as Song Qiao reached the top of the stairs, she felt soone rushing up hurriedly, almost bumping into her, but fortunately, she steadied herself in ti.
"Madam..."
The servant only realized it was Song Qiao at that mont, hurriedly took a step back to avoid colliding with her, and respectfully greeted her.
Song Qiao looked the servant up and down, then frowned slightly and asked, "What’s the rush? This is a staircase. If you’re not careful, you could fall or bump into soone, which wouldn’t be good."
The servant also knew she had been too hasty just now, her lips moved, but she still said straightforwardly, "Madam, it’s... it’s Miss Murong and Alana..."
The servant paused halfway through her sentence, suddenly unsure how to continue.
At this point, Song Qiao seed to sense the seriousness in her tone and asked, "What happened with Alana and Miss Murong?"
She rembered very clearly that Alana was a maid in the villa, in her twenties, quite pretty, and with a pleasant personality, serious about her work.
Song Qiao was actually quite fond of the maid Alana.
But just now, didn’t that servant ntion Ah Lan and Murong Rui?
It doesn’t seem like those two have anything to do with each other, let alone any interaction.
Although I don’t know Murong Rui very well, after eting her a couple of tis before, Song Qiao was already sure of the girl’s character; she probably disdains any contact with those maids.
After all... the young lady has a terrible temper and is too proud.
The servant thought for a mont before speaking up, "Madam, I don’t know exactly what happened either, but just now when I ca up here, I saw Miss Murong throwing a teacup at Ah Lan and the others..."
Hearing this, Song Qiao was stunned for a mont and quickly said, "Let’s go, hurry down and see..."
With that, she took the lead and went straight downstairs.
Seeing Song Qiao leave, the servant hurriedly followed, "Madam, you... please be careful, don’t fall..."
By the ti Song Qiao and the servant got downstairs, they just happened to see Murong Rui with one high-heeled foot on the hand of a maid, who was consequently forced to lie on the floor, with a broken cup and tea leaves next to her on the floor.
Song Qiao glanced at the maid and imdiately recognized her as Ah Lan, while the maid standing next to Ah Lan looked a bit frightened; Song Qiao couldn’t rember her na at the mont.
Seeing Ah Lan in pain and Murong Rui looking arrogantly triumphant, Song Qiao couldn’t bear it anymore and walked over to pull Murong Rui away, speaking sternly, "Murong Rui, what are you doing?"
Suddenly pulled back, Murong Rui couldn’t help but retreat a few steps and almost fell to the ground, but she managed to keep her balance.
Looking up, she saw Song Qiao standing there with a cold face. Already feeling upset inside, now she felt even more annoyed and straightened up, scoffing, "What am I doing? Of course I’m teaching the servants a lesson."
Song Qiao instructed the servant who had just co to call her to help Ah Lan up and to make a call for the family doctor to co and check on her later.
Hearing Murong Rui’s words, Song Qiao turned around, still with a firm attitude, and directly said, "This is my house, and even if the servants did sothing wrong, it’s not your place to discipline them."
"Song Qiao!" Unable to suppress her anger, Murong Rui called out her na sharply, almost gnashing her teeth as she spoke, "What right do you have to say this is your house? This is clearly Jingchen’s house; Jingchen is the master of this villa."
"Of course, he is the master, but I am the mistress of this villa, too."
"How shaless can you be?" Murong Rui glared at her with hatred, still speaking through clenched teeth, "What right do you have to be the mistress of this villa? You’re nothing but the daughter of a murderer."
Watching the almost distorted image of Murong Rui, Song Qiao sneered inside.
At first, when she heard others call her ’the daughter of a murderer,’ she truly felt panicked and didn’t know what to do, even wanting to just stay in a corner by herself.
But now, it feels like nothing to her.
She believes that her mother would never do such a thing because her mother is the most gentle, the kindest woman she has ever seen.
But as for her father, she truly couldn’t guarantee anything.
As for the truth about that matter, she feels it’s necessary to conduct a thorough investigation.
The maid, who had been previously too frightened to react, finally ca to her senses, looked at Song Qiao, then at Murong Rui, and suddenly, eting Song Qiao’s gaze, she shuddered and hurriedly went to help Ah Lan with the other servant.
After the two maids helped Ah Lan away, Song Qiao stood up straight again and looked at Murong Rui, who was still looking at her fiercely, and couldn’t help but scoff, "So what if I am the daughter of a murderer? The person Lu Jingchen chose to marry is still . Did your beloved Jingchen agree to your request to divorce ? Did he do as you said? No, right?"
She paused for a mont, then said leisurely, "You see, the man you love is now married to , and he even sleeps by my side every night. Between you, the so-called sister, and , isn’t it clear who matters more?"
Hearing Song Qiao’s words, Murong Rui’s face turned very ugly, her expression making her look even more ferocious.
The woman’s words, clear and distinct, all fell into her ears.
Her hand by her side unconsciously clenched tightly, her fingernails even digging into her flesh.
These were all facts, but during this ti, she had always deliberately ignored them, pressing them down as if they never happened.
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