Mo Qianxue just got in the door, when she heard a cold commanding voice from inside, "Asan, go and smashed the oxcart!"
With a "boom" behind, which took Mo Qianxue aback, the oxcart that had just taken her back home was already broken in pieces.
"Ning Shaoqing! Are you crazy?" Mo Qianxue hadn't figured out what was going on. He was nice in the morning but what made him become like this now? She felt wronged and threatened, "What about killing the ox too?"
"Oh my dear, I can't agree more with you. Asan, go and kill the ox too." Ning Shaoqing's cold voice rang immediately after Mo Qianxue's question.
Before Asan went over, Awu, standing nearest to the ox, raised his palm and slammed down like a knife at the ox's neck. Without any screech, it collapsed to the ground in an instant.
Now Mo Qianxue was really dumbfounded. What on earth was going on?
In rage, her voice trembled, "You...you...It's forbidden to slaughter an ox in private. You...you are a criminal..." The momentary unforeseen incident deprived Mo Qianxue of speech.
Awu kneeled on the ground, reporting, "Lady, the ox died of exhaustion since it has been going out every day recently. If you don't believe it, have a check." Of course he was clear why lord hit the ceiling.
What Awu was doing now was to pick himself out of the drama.
As for lady, she would be fine. Lord wouldn't do anything serious to her.
Asu's report made Mo Qianxue fly into a fury. She was in such a rage that her voice even stopped trembling, "Alright! You guys bully me together, right?!"
Without any prelude, he suddenly played tough on her and let her lose face before them.
What did he mean?
It was just yesterday that he had confessed and called her sweet and promised to spend the rest of his life with her. Today he began to play this again, huh?
If she had been taken by him, at this moment, should she be lying on the ground, dragging his legs and bitterly begging him: my lord, don't be angry at me. It's all my fault...?
Seeing that lady was so upset, Awu and Asan exchanged a look and, taking the opportunity when lord and lady's eyes were fixed on each other, slipped away.
"Come here!" Ning Shaoqing sounded freezing. His face was pitch-dark like a dark cloud which wrapped a thunderstorm. Horrible!
What he hated most was deception.
Although he had witnessed with his own eyes that she was acting intimate with another man, in such a fury, he was still willing to trust her and give her a chance to explain.
Just, the figure of that slim man and the concern she had displayed toward him as well as the way she talked and smiled to him punched Ning Shaoqing with disquiet and discomfort.
He planned childishly to himself that if the cart and ox disappeared, she couldn't go out again.
Mo Qianxue was puzzled by this storming face.
She just couldn't figure out what for?
She was a person who knew to act flexible accordingly and disliked force-on-force confrontation.
Yet, in such a case, she had no other choice. He had yelled at her, and now he wanted her to be an obedient cat? No way!
As a matter of fact, Mo Qianxue knew Ning Shaoqing's temperament. He was definitely drinking certain vinegar again. Was there one time that he pissed off because of something else?
YOU ARE READING
The Lady's Sickly Husband
RomanceTransmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get? Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen...