You're Ugly. Who Asked You To Wear It?

Chu Yunyao turned around, took a few steps forward, and slapped Nanny Rong's face. "Old woman, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of being served by me?" I only wanted to deal with you to kill time. Do you think I don't know the heartless things you've done secretly?"

On her first day, she had already given her contraceptive pills.

Every dish she made was counterproductive, and overeating would harm the body.

Thinking she was asleep at night, she lit a slow-acting poison in the bedroom, rummaged through her wardrobe and clothes, and secretly went to the backyard to inform the outside world.

Fortunately, she knew medicine. Otherwise, she could only get sick and wait for death for the next ten years.

The slap caught Nanny Rong off guard. She widened her red eyes and said fiercely, "How dare you hit me? Do you think you're the Young Marshal's wife? Why don't you look in the mirror and see your ugly face?"

"The Military Governor's wife raised a monkey that is thousands of times more attractive than you."

"Chickens can lay eggs. You're worse than a chick."

When she finished speaking, Chu Yunyao slapped her right cheek again.

Nanny Rong's face quickly turned red and swollen, and she was in so much pain that she felt dizzy.

She was used to being flattered by the Military Governor's wife and had long regarded herself as a master. This was the first time in her life that she was slapped twice. Nanny Rong was furious and waved to scratch Chu Yunyao's face.

Chu Yunyao grabbed Nanny Rong's wrist. With a skillful tug, Nanny Rong's entire arm was dislocated.

Nanny Rong's screams rang out in the bedroom.

The butler happened to rush over and saw this scene. He dug his ears that were numb from the crying and urged, "The young marshal has been waiting for a long time and is about to lose his temper. Young Madam, you're not ready yet. Do you want the young marshal to come and invite you personally?"

Hearing Mo Lingyuan was coming, Nanny Rong stopped crying and wiped her face guiltily. She hid in the side room and packed up her things.

After all, Mo Lingyuan was much scarier. If she provoked him, he might skin her alive.

Chu Yunyao picked a peach-pink dress from the closet and put it on. After washing up, she applied ointment as usual and found a handkerchief to tie around her face. Then, she followed the butler out.

Mo Lingyuan sat in the car with his long legs resting on the back of the car. He took out his pocket watch to check the time occasionally, looking impatient.

Chu Yunyao jogged over, opened the door to the back seat, and was about to get in.

"I thought you went to reincarnate." Mo Lingyuan looked at her from head to toe and saw that she had two beaded flowers on her neatly combed hair, making her hair look slightly darker. Her big black eyes became brighter.

However, she looked more and more immature. Standing beside him with his tall and long legs, she looked like a child who had not grown up.

When she grew up, would she think that he was too old? After all, he was six years older than her and was almost twenty-two this year.

Thinking of this, Mo Lingyuan felt a wave of resentment, and his mood became worse.

When Chu Yunyao got into the car, he touched the beaded flower on her head and said in disdain, "It's so ugly. Who told you to wear it?"

"Butler." Chu Yunyao swatted his hand away, "I said that it should be grand. Don't let others think the Young Marshal's Mansion is too shabby."

Mo Lingyuan's lips twitched, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of smiles. He reached out and took off the beaded flower on her head and put it into his trousers pocket, "It's more shabby wearing it. It's good this way. It looks bigger."

The car drove to the bustling city center. Mo Lingyuan looked out the window and ordered the driver, "Stop."

The car stopped, and Mo Lingyuan opened the door. He turned to Chu Yunyao and said, "Get down."