"Great, the Qiao family is saved! As long as Fu Nancheng is willing to help, our elder brother won't be in trouble, and our days will be better." The uncle was thrilled.
"It's so good, as long as we can prove Dehou's innocence, our Qiao family will surely rise again."
Old Mrs. Qiao seemed to find this reasonable, nodded contentedly, and kindly looked at Qiao Mo saying, "Indeed, Qiao Mo, you did well this time, you should be credited."
Seeing the relatives with beaming faces, Qiao Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, calmly and unhurriedly said again, "Mr. Fu is indeed willing to help the Qiao family, but I refused."
A stone tossed into a thousand waves!
As soon as Qiao Mo spoke, the smiles on their faces stiffened.
The dining room instantly fell silent, one by one they stared at Qiao Mo, their eyes nearly bulging out.
Only then did Qiao Mo feel relaxed inside, she picked up her chopsticks and calmly started eating under their gaze.
Seeing that it was already noon, she hadn't even had a sip of water.
"You... what did you say?" Her mother was the first to speak.
"Oh my goodness, you little brat! What exactly are you saying!" Aunt couldn't bear it and jumped up immediately.
"Second sister, you can't be serious, right?" Qiao Yin eagerly asked.
"Qiao Mo, this matter is not a joke! You can't mess around like this!" Old Mrs. Qiao also couldn't sit still, twirling the Buddha Beads in her hand, her brows furrowed.
For a moment, no one felt like eating, except for Qiao Mo who was still moving her chopsticks.
"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating! You've messed up everything, and you still have the nerve to eat!" Uncle Qiao Deshan glared with bull-like eyes, angrily snatched the chopsticks from Qiao Mo's hand, and smashed them on the ground.
Qiao Mo glanced at the chopsticks on the ground, sneered and got up, and right in front of everyone, flipped the two dishes on the table, the yellow greasy stains instantly spreading: "In that case, none of you should eat!"
"You... you... little brat!" Qiao Deshan was furious, raising his hand he slapped Qiao Mo.
Blood seeped from the corner of Qiao Mo's mouth, she looked mockingly at Qiao Deshan: "Uncle, besides swinging fists at women, you really have no other skills."
"You..."
Qiao Mo sneered, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and turned to go upstairs.
"A bastard is just a bastard! Truly an ungrateful wretch, her dad always cherished her, yet she does such heartless things now, what kind of sin has our Qiao family committed..." Aunt wailed resentfully.
Qiao Yin's gaze swept over Qiao Mo's back, turned again to comfort Old Mrs. Qiao: "Grandma, don't be angry. Perhaps second sister is upset and is just playing with us, after all, that Fu Nancheng is old and ugly... it's no surprise Xiao Mo is throwing a fit."
Listening to Qiao Yin's words, Qiao Mo's steps slightly paused.
Ha, so the whole family knew about the plan to push her to Fu Nancheng, they really played their cards well.
"Yinyin, you are the sensible one." Old Mrs. Qiao's face slightly softened, she patted Qiao Yin's hand.
"Grandma, maybe we should wait until Xiao Mo calms down, then we can properly ask her, after all Xiao Mo isn't an unreasonable person..."
Qiao Yin spoke again to comfort Old Mrs. Qiao, then turned, her gaze landing on Qiao Mo's back, slightly curled her lips, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes.