Marriage as a Temporary Measure

Tang Luo live-streamed the entire spectacle for Mo Linyuan to witness. 

He was on the verge of laughter, nearly losing consciousness from amusement. 

Having followed Mo Linyuan for many years, he had never witnessed such a gratifying moment. Although the young master harbored immense strength beneath his seemingly frail exterior, he had always feigned helplessness, enduring indignities without retaliating. 

However, this time, he was wronged and immediately struck back. 

It was utterly exhilarating! 

Particularly delightful was watching the willful and arrogant Mo Lanlan receive her comeuppance. 

She embodied the essence of the phrase "self-inflicted suffering," illustrating it to perfection. 

"Dear sister, come! Let's check the bathroom to see if it has been cleaned properly," Leng Rongrong urged, dragging the despondent Mo Lanlan into the bathroom, shoving her inside with a forceful push. 

What followed was a blood-curdling scream from Mo Lanlan, reminiscent of a slaughtered pig. 

When she emerged from the bathroom, her hair was disheveled, and she looked as though she were barely clinging to life. 

The bathroom was infested with numerous insects, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine. 

Among them were caterpillars known for their biting tendencies; while they posed no serious threat, their bites were excruciating and left welts. 

Mo Lanlan was already covered in painful bumps. 

Despair etched on her face, she turned to Leng Rongrong, asking, "Is this enough for you?" 

"Ah, what do you mean 'is this enough'? I merely wanted you, as the supervisor, to ensure that the servants of the Mo family completed their duties. If they have not done so satisfactorily, that is hardly my concern," Leng Rongrong replied with a smile. "It seems the quality of the Mo family's servants leaves much to be desired. What do you propose we do about their shoddy cleaning?" 

Furious yet utterly depleted, Mo Lanlan summoned the head servant, demanding that all the insects be eradicated before she finally made her way downstairs with Leng Rongrong. 

Just as she intended to sit and rest, Leng Rongrong suddenly interjected, "Lanlan, we haven't inspected the outside yet. I wonder how the yard is looking. The sky is darkening, and if it's not cleaned up today, we'll have to continue the effort tomorrow!" 

"Please, don't torment me any further!" Mo Lanlan felt her heart racing, nearly stopping in her chest. She gazed at Leng Rongrong with the horror one might reserve for a ghost. "Stay away from me! I'll call a cleaning service and have everything spotless, not a snake or an insect left behind!" 

Despite her intense loathing for Leng Rongrong, Mo Lanlan realized she was too worn out to continue the struggle. 

If this torment persisted, she feared she might not survive the encounter. 

Within half an hour, the cleaning service she had summoned arrived. 

A team of professionals meticulously cleaned every nook and cranny of the villa, leaving no trace of insects behind.

They even replaced all the bedding with fresh, clean linens. 

By the time the ordeal concluded, it was already night. 

Leng Rongrong turned to Mo Lanlan, who, upon meeting her gaze, felt her heart pounding fiercely, as if it might leap from her throat. 

"Everything has been cleaned; what more do you desire?" 

Mo Lanlan was on the brink of madness, regretting ever stepping foot in this place. 

"Shall we inspect once more? Perhaps you'd like to sit on the bed, just in case a snake emerges?" Leng Rongrong said with a mockingly pitiful tone. 

"You can't possibly be serious! Everything has been cleaned; there is nothing left!" Mo Lanlan exclaimed in frustration. "It's spotless; it looks brand new! I'm leaving!" 

"But the refrigerator is empty. Would you like me to have someone bring over some groceries?" A fleeting look of dismay crossed Leng Rongrong's pretty face. 

Although she had thoroughly bullied Mo Lanlan, it somehow appeared as though she was the one being victimized. 

"Leng Rongrong, is this enough? We've tidied everything up so well, and you still want food? You're both adults now; when you live independently, you must handle these matters yourself! Otherwise, what is the difference between leaving the Mo family and staying?" 

Mo Lanlan, with her hair in disarray, looked utterly exasperated. 

The expensive luxury clothing she wore was no longer recognizable as high-end; it resembled something scavenged from a trash heap. 

"It's just come out... still adjusting." 

"Alright, I'll send some over. Is that satisfactory? I'll tell you, just this once, there won't be a next time!" Mo Lanlan, annoyed, placed a call for immediate delivery of groceries. 

Before long, food supplies, including rice, arrived. 

Leng Rongrong surveyed the now immaculate kitchen, filled with a variety of ingredients and a refrigerator brimming with food, her satisfaction evident. 

"Wait!" 

Seeing Mo Lanlan about to leave, Leng Rongrong seized her arm again. 

"What do you want now?" Mo Lanlan gasped, clutching her chest in terror. 

"I want you to stay for dinner. You've had such a hard day; it would be remiss of me not to invite you!" Leng Rongrong blinked her bright eyes innocently. 

"Thank you, but I'd rather eat at home!" 

"No, stay for dinner!" Leng Rongrong insisted, "Oh, but I'm not very good at cooking; what should we do?" 

Mo Lanlan looked at her in horror. "I can hire a chef for you!" 

Ultimately, Mo Lanlan did indeed hire a chef for Leng Rongrong, who prepared a sumptuous dinner. 

At the dining table, Leng Rongrong served Mo Lanlan a bowl of soup, saying, "This might be snake meat soup. Here, Lanlan, eat it to relieve your grievances." 

Mo Lanlan could only stare, speechless. 

Throughout the meal, she was nearly driven to madness; she could hardly manage to swallow anything. No matter what dish she attempted to eat, Leng Rongrong would always declare it to be snake meat, toad, or caterpillar... 

All were things that had tormented Mo Lanlan throughout the day. 

After dinner, Mo Lanlan fled in despair, but before escaping, Leng Rongrong forcibly assigned her the task of washing the dishes since Mo Lanlan had done nothing to help prepare the meal. 

Before she left, Mo Lanlan was utterly broken. 

She had never been treated in such a manner in her entire life. 

After bidding Mo Lanlan farewell, Leng Rongrong stretched and yawned, exclaiming, "Finally, it's all cleaned up; I'm exhausted!" 

Tang Luo: ??? 

Exhausted? 

Is the young mistress tired? 

Wasn't she the one who did nothing? 

Isn't it Mo Lanlan who should be exhausted? He felt certain Mo Lanlan would never want to appear before Leng Rongrong again in her lifetime. 

"I'm tired too," Mo Linyuan said, glancing at Leng Rongrong. 

"Then let's rest," she shrugged. "By the way, I've decided that the large room on the second floor will be your bedroom, while I'll take the room on the third floor." 

Mo Linyuan: ??? 

"You are my wife." 

"Hmm, but in name only; this marriage is merely a temporary arrangement. I believe you can understand that!" Leng Rongrong yawned and patted Mo Linyuan's shoulder. "Don't worry; I will take good care of you for now. I'll also find a way to help with your leg. For the time being, let's coexist peacefully here, shall we?" 

( End of chapter)