Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord-Chapter 39 - : Scholar

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Scholar

“You lucky dead girl, if Old Master Mo hadn’t pleaded for you, I would have beaten you to death today,” snapped Old Lady Mo furiously.

No sooner had Old Money Mo and his cronies left than Old Lady Mo glared at Xuexue and cursed her a few times. Then she slung the broom over her shoulder and strutted away.

At that moment, Xuexue was not in the least concerned with her grandmother’s scolding; her mind was wholly occupied by the concern for those little ghosts.

What had actually happened? Why had Old Money Mo provoked those little ghosts? What kind of grudge caused those seven little ghosts to cling to Old Money Mo’s back day and night, unwilling to come down?

In her previous life, she could not see these things; why could she see them after being reborn? Xuexue found it utterly baffling. However, she felt relieved that those little ghosts seemed to target only Old Money Mo and bore no malice towards her or the other villagers.

“Sister Xuexue, are you alright? I heard your grandmother hit you just now,” a refined and courteous voice suddenly rang in her ears.

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Raising her eyes, Xuexue saw that it was the village head’s son, Mo Shaoxing. Dressed in a long robe, completely unlike the common villagers’ coarse and simple clothing, he looked totally out of place. He was the only scholar in Mo Family Village; having passed the scholar examinations at sixteen, he was considered a prodigy in this remote and impoverished place. Thus, the villagers held him in high respect.

He was also the object of Xiuzhi’s affection, who often schemed against Xuexue primarily because whenever Mo Shaoxing had a chance, he liked to chat with Xuexue. In plain words, she was jealous that Xuexue could attract Mo Shaoxing’s attention.

Knowing that Xiuzhi had plotted against her many times because of this very man, Xuexue felt no goodwill toward him. She straightforwardly rolled her eyes and said irritably, “If you already knew, why ask? It’s like pulling down your pants to fart—completely unnecessary.”

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“How has Sister Xuexue turned so rude after not seeing you for a while?” Mo Shaoxing’s face stiffened for a moment, but then he smiled mildly.

“Hey! As a respected scholar who is well-read in poetry and books, don’t start by trying to ruin my reputation. That isn’t something a gentleman would do.”

On hearing this, Mo Shaoxing looked utterly astonished. “Sister Xuexue, what do you mean by that? When have I ever tarnished your reputation? You must be careful with such accusations!”

To constantly refer to me as ‘sister’ is nothing but a way to ruin my reputation. Despite your status as a scholar, let me tell you this: don’t call me that anymore. Otherwise, I will go to the village head and complain about you. Just because he’s your father, don’t think I wouldn’t dare to accuse you, hmph!”

Xuexue gave him a cold glance, turned around, and walked away with a bold and upright air. She had to go up the mountains to pick some spices to cook river snails and clams; she had no time to waste idly chitchatting with him.

Mo Shaoxing was left alone in the wind, disheveled. Was this still the gentle and pleasant Xuexue of days past? How had she become so difficult to deal with?

Two days later

The sky had not fully brightened when Xuexue climbed out of bed, washed the pots clean, and prepared the spices she had picked from the mountains. Since she had cleaned the river snails and clams the night before, it saved her a lot of work.

At that moment, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the kitchen. Xuexue knew it must be her mother waking up. Usually, in the Mo household, Madam Xie was the last to sleep and the first to wake—sleeping later than a dog and rising earlier than a chicken, a saying that fit her perfectly.

“Xuexue, my girl, it’s so cold and you’re up so early. Why don’t you go back to bed and sleep a bit longer? I’ll call you when I’m done,” Madam Xie’s voice sounded at the door as expected.

Xuexue struggled to stir the pot of river snails. “No need, Mother, I’m almost done,” she replied.

A rich aroma wafted through the kitchen.

Madam Xie sniffed with her nose, her face a picture of panic, and exclaimed, “Xuexue, why does it smell so good? Did you steal something from your grandmother again to cook?”