CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 330: MAKING SOME TROUBLE

Just after taking two steps, she started swaying. Qin Miaomiao grew a little panicked and immediately yelled:

"Little Sixth! Little Seventh! Help!"

Little Sixth and Little Seventh rushed over, looking at the scene, holding back their laughter while forcing themselves to appear serious.

"Young Madam, we’ll ’protect you from the sidelines’!"

"Yes, we wouldn’t dare snatch you away from Young Master Lu."

Qin Miaomiao glared at the two of them: "Little Sixth, Little Seventh, how dare you gloat over my misfortune? Just you wait!"

She had just finished her threat when Lu Qing’s steps wobbled particularly badly. Qin Miaomiao hastily screamed, "Don’t go that way, that’s a wall!"

"Ah, over there is the pond! You’re about to fall in!"

"Lu Qing, Young Master Lu, Lu Shen! My dear ancestor, I’m begging you, okay? Put me down already!"

But Lu Qing clung on stubbornly, stiffening his neck. "No. Wife, I’m carrying you home."

Carry her home like this? She’d definitely die on the way!

Finally, they managed to get into the car. Qin Miaomiao was still shaken as she looked to the side at Lu Qing. Well, his lordship had tilted his head and fallen straight asleep! Asleep! Just like that!

Little Seventh was driving, and Little Sixth sat across from her laughing. Qin Miaomiao gritted her teeth and said:

"Little Sixth, you’ve been pretty smug lately, huh? I hear your organization is very strict, with occasional intensive training sessions. How about I send you off for some further discipline?"

Little Sixth’s expression froze, and then his face changed dramatically as he adopted a very serious tone to admit his mistake:

"I was wrong."

Such spinelessness! Hanging around Qin Miaomiao for too long had made him just like her, quick to admit fault and steadfastly unrepentant.

Qin Miaomiao rubbed her ankle, half-closed her eyes, and then said:

"Tomorrow, bring Little Fourth and Little Second over. Let’s have a meeting."

A meeting? Calling Fourth Brother and Second Brother together too? Just what kind of major event was this?

A flicker of something sharp crossed Qin Miaomiao’s face. Speaking in a low voice, she said: "There’s something big we need to discuss. And we have to keep this from Lu Qing. You’re absolutely not allowed to leak it. If anyone dares breathe a word... hehe."

Young Madam, that "hehe" of yours sent chills down people’s spines!

Besides, Young Master Lu is just lying there on the side, and you’re openly plotting to keep things from him. Isn’t this... a bit inappropriate?

Little Sixth and Little Seventh, the one driving, couldn’t help but shiver. Seemed like something serious was about to happen.

Mo Wenwan sent the critically injured Mo Qian to the hospital. Mother Mo and Father Mo arrived shortly after. Mo Qian was their lifeblood; upon seeing him in this state, they immediately turned on Mo Wenwan.

"Wan’er, what happened here? Didn’t your brother go to Liyuan with you? How could he end up like this? You’re the owner of Liyuan—who dared to hurt your brother?"

Mo Wenwan had been simmering with anger ever since leaving Liyuan. Now she could no longer hold it in and erupted:

"You’re blaming me? Isn’t it your precious son, spoiled beyond reason, who dared to offend Mr. Jiu? The fact that he wasn’t beaten to death is already a mercy!"

Seeing that the situation was going south, Mother Mo hurriedly asked, "Wan’er, what’s gotten into you? Doesn’t Mr. Jiu value you highly? Didn’t he say he’d put you on the family register?"

"Family register, my ass! He’s taken a new goddaughter and tossed me aside! Tonight, I lost all my dignity and was laughed at by everyone. Are you satisfied now?!"

Mother Mo and Father Mo exchanged glances, their faces growing dark. This wasn’t good, was it?

What could they do now?

They’d been hoping to ride this wave to enjoy wealth and privilege. But now? It was like drawing water with a bamboo basket—everything vanished!

"What should we do? I’ve already said the words aloud, and now our reputation is gone too. Won’t everyone ridicule us as delusional fools?"

Mo Wenwan’s gaze turned grim as she spoke:

"Even if Mr. Jiu didn’t put me on the family register, we still have some connections. The treatment we received before won’t change. You don’t need to wail like that."

"But..."

"No buts! Mr. Jiu might have made her the heir, but that only puts a target on her back. Don’t think the Su Family will just sit by idly. Watch, that woman’s days won’t be easy!"

What’s more, there are still the three other major families. She, a mere woman, becomes the heir of the Su Family, thereby placing them at the head of the Four Great Families? Who would accept that?

Her troubles have only just begun!