Chapter 13 you won't mind, right

Mu Ru endured the pain coming from her neck. Her entire body was trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. She staggered towards the door as she stared at Dongfang Mo. She saw that her blood stained his mouth. He looked like a vampire in a horror movie.

Trembling, she walked out of the door. She immediately turned around and ran downstairs. She was staggering, and she even stumbled down the stairs. She did not know how many times she fell. With great difficulty, she rolled and reached the first floor.

Before she could get up, she saw a middle-aged woman walking towards her. Her body shivered, and she reached out to grab the railing, wanting to stand up. The woman reached out and caught her, helping her up.

"Young madam, were you scared by the eldest young master?" the woman asked sympathetically with a faint smile on her face.

The middle-aged woman brought Mu Ru to a nearby sofa and helped her sit down.

Mu Ru's body trembled as she nodded, but she immediately realized that it was inappropriate. She quickly shook her head again and continued to speak incoherently.

"I want to go home. Auntie, how can I get a taxi?"

"Madam, you're already married to the eldest young master. Why do you still want to go home?" the woman asked.

The woman patted Mu Ru on the back in her attempt to comfort her.

"Don't worry. The eldest young master is always like this. His face will shock ordinary people. However, you won't be afraid anymore when you get to see him a few more times. Oh, right. I'm the eldest young master's wet nurse. He calls me Mother Liu. You can also call me Mother Liu from now on."

Mu Ru nodded. With Mother Liu's comforting words, she was able to relax a little. She lowered her head.

"It was your eldest young master who told me to go home," she said softly.

Mother Liu sighed and said, "Ever since that car accident last year, he had become more irritable. He has a very bad temper. You have to bear with him a little more."

Mother Liu stared at Mu Ru.

"Young Madam, you look very dignified. You are such a good-looking wife," Mother Liu said.

Good-looking wife?

Mu Ru sucked in a breath of cold air. Mother Liu probably thought that she was Xi Muxue.

Xi Muxue could be considered a good wife, but Mu Ru had always believed that she was unlucky. That was what she was made to believe while she was growing up. How could she be perceived as a good wife?

Prior to marrying Dongfang Mo, she did not even have a boyfriend. She had never dated anyone. People who saw the birthmark on her forehead would instinctively avoid her. Mu Xue always told people that Mu Ru's birthmark was an unlucky symbol.

There was nothing attractive in Dongfang Mo. He looked like a ghost, yet he did not want her because he wanted Xi Muxue. Whether or not Mu Xue would marry him was still questionable. Also, the Qin family surely had forgotten their marriage proposal for Mu Ru.

Mu Ru felt hopeless. She was considered unlucky by her own parents. Every time an unsuspecting boy approached her, Mu Xue would lift Mu Ru's thick bangs and point at the birthmark on her forehead, saying that it was an unlucky thing. Naturally, that put off any boy.

In her situation, where could she go to find a good husband?

Mu Ru did not say anything, and Mother Liu was already staring at the wound on Mu Ru's neck.

"This injury of yours—was it his doing?" she asked Mu Ru softly.

Mu Ru touched her neck and winced in pain. She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

Mother Liu sighed deeply and said, "He is going overboard. He can't even pity his own wife."

Mother Liu didn't sound like she was blaming Mu Ru. She sounded like she actually doted on Mu Ru.

Mother Liu turned to her and asked, "You...won't dislike him, right?"