Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife-Chapter 609: Tearing Off Her Hypocritical Mask!

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Tearing Off Her Hypocritical Mask!

The bone-chillingly cold voice spilled out from Young Master Mo’s seductive thin lips.

Ye Wei’er froze mid-step but quickly turned around with a poised and charming smile.

Not far away stood the man, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. His stunning, chiseled features were so deep and captivating that her heartbeat quickened.

"Young Master Mo, is there something else you’d like me to handle?"

Ye Wei’er looked at him as if calm and collected, smiling faintly.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll take Little Zi..."

"Do you truly think you’re the master of this house? I haven’t even spoken, yet somehow you think it’s your turn to give orders, huh?"

Mo Chuxi’s handsome face hardened into icy coldness, the temperature around him plummeting sharply.

Sister Lin, who had been inwardly basking in the calm composure of her daughter, now trembled at Mo Chuxi’s words.

Ye Wei’er paused briefly, then continued to maintain her facade of graceful poise and smiled.

"Young Master Mo, why would you say such a thing? I just wanted to help Little Zi apply medicine. Besides, I did break that cup, so..."

"Last night, when you came over for dinner, I treated you as a guest. Today, you and your mother are here to work, just like before. Who gave you the audacity to use the master’s cup? And it’s a single cup worth over twenty thousand!"

"Young Master Mo, I..."

"Remember your place—you’re here to work, not to indulge."

Mo Chuxi’s callous voice carried not a shred of restraint, tearing apart Ye Wei’er’s self-proclaimed elegant and composed demeanor.

"You are responsible for compensating for the damages. Don’t act all kindhearted to deceive those simple-minded people."

Simple-minded people?

Yan Chenxi, the little boy, listened to Mo Chuxi’s words and glanced up at his sister, Little Zi.

The simple-minded one... that must be Little Zi, right?

Upon hearing this, Ye Wei’er’s face flushed with embarrassment, as if bathed in the sunset’s crimson glow.

"Young Master Mo, I truly meant well..."

"Well-meaning?"

Mo Chuxi chuckled softly, his teasing smile vanishing into cold indifference as he turned to Sister Lin.

"Sister Lin has been so diligent on behalf of the Mo family, managing affairs big and small, and even teaching those who work here the proper etiquette and hierarchy. Truly exhausting work."

Hearing this praise, Sister Lin brightened with pride again.

"Young Master is too kind! It’s all part of my duty as Sister Lin..."

"If you’re so conscientious and dutiful, then how did you teach your daughter to address people? Hmm?"

This abrupt interruption left Sister Lin stunned and frightened.

"Young Master, Sister Lin doesn’t understand..."

"Don’t understand?"

Mo Chuxi’s gaze flashed with faint anger.

"The next person in this house who dares let me hear the words ’Lady Yan’ can forget about ever making a living in Ancheng for the rest of their life!"

The sheer authority in his words left Sister Lin and Ye Wei’er trembling all over.

Yan Xinxin finally understood—Mo Chuxi’s fury stemmed from this reason.

No wonder she had been feeling like something was off.

It turned out that Ye Wei’er was addressing her incorrectly.

"Listen carefully: from now on, anyone who dares to touch Little Zi in this house will have to consult my son first."

"Y-Yes, of course! Young Master can rest assured. From now on, I, Sister Lin, will take good care of Little Zi!"

"There’s no need for excessive care. Everybody just needs to fulfill their responsibilities. If you can’t manage that, then leave."

Mo Chuxi’s imposing tone fell, leaving the mother and daughter pair too scared to even breathe loudly.

Xi followed Little Zi to tend to her wounds, while Little Chenxi curiously trailed along.

Yan Xinxin allowed Mo Chuxi to lead her back to their room. Raising her gaze, she noticed the taut lines of his handsome face, and she embraced his arm.

"Honey, don’t be angry, alright?"

She smiled faintly, suddenly recalling the injury on his arm.

"Xi, your wound needs fresh dressing too. Should I call..."

Before Yan Xinxin could finish her sentence, her vision suddenly spun, and she found herself pressed down onto the large bed.

"Young Master Mo, what are you doing? I was talking about something serious!"

"I think actions speak louder than words, so..."