The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 261 - 260: Can’t Speak Human Language? Let Me Teach You
Chapter 261: Chapter 260: Can’t Speak Human Language? Let Me Teach You
Liang Xueyan married into what kind of family, Lu Mian didn’t know.
Having only interacted with them twice, she realized that this household was a reproductive cancer. As soon as a child was born and the sex known, they schemed for the next one, such conversations, if heard by Liang Xueyan who just had a difficult delivery, would be extremely disheartening.
She knew Liang Xueyan wasn’t doing well, but she hadn’t expected it to be this severe.
She kept a stern face, leaning against the wall as she pulled out her cell phone and nonchalantly sent a text message, her arms crossed as she waited for Sister Wang to call.
Her right leg was slightly bent, her toes carelessly tapping the ground. A high-collared hoodie covered the curve of her jaw, revealing only a glimpse of her lips on one side, curled with a mocking coldness.
Beneath the sunglasses, her clear eyes flickered with restless cold irritation.
It wasn’t until Sister Wang hung up the phone at the end of the corridor, turned around, and suddenly saw a silent figure leaning against the wall in the hallway.
She paused for a moment before she realized who it was.
A pang of guilt caused her to fumble, and her phone slipped to the ground.
The derision on Lu Mian’s lips grew stronger.
Sister Wang reflexively explained, “I just got in touch with our family driver, and I’ve just found my phone…”
“Heh.”
Lu Mian couldn’t be bothered with idle chatter, her long graceful legs took big strides, and in a few steps, she was in front of Sister Wang. Regardless of whether she was male or female, old or young, she grabbed the other’s collar and yanked her forward.
Taken completely by surprise, Sister Wang almost let out a screech, but Lu Mian swiftly tore a Devil’s ivy leaf from the corridor and stuffed it into her mouth, silencing her obnoxious shriek.
Sister Wang whimpered in her throat, staring at Lu Mian in excessive fright, struggling only to feel the grip on her collar tightening.
“Let…,” her words muffled.
She didn’t know why the girl had come again, nor where she had offended her!
“Sister Wang, right?” Lu Mian’s smile was full of unrestrained mischief as she looked down at the maid before her, her voice both cruel and cold: “Since you can’t speak human language, let me teach you. Come on, repeat after me.”
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“Having sons or daughters is all very good,” the young girl said calmly.
With her mouth stuffed full of leaves, a bitter taste of foliage overwhelming her, Sister Wang struggled immensely to spit them out, the aftertaste lingering.
She took pride in being a servant of a grand household, backed by the old mistress, and refused to comply.
Lu Mian showed no courtesy, her foot struck Sister Wang’s knee with precision. The middle-aged woman instantaneously grimaced in pain, unable to stand. Yet the more unstable she became, the tighter the grip around her neck got.
“I’ll say… I’ll say…” Sister Wang immediately begged for mercy, “Having sons or daughters is all really good.”
Lu Mian nodded and continued, “Madam, you’ve worked hard.”
Despite her reluctance, Sister Wang could do nothing as her life was in the other’s hands, and she was forced to repeat the lesson.
Only when Lu Mian was satisfied did the pressure around her neck ease. Sister Wang, losing her balance, fell to the ground with a thud.
Lu Mian scoffed, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, and turned to push open the door of the sickroom.
Hearing activity at the door, Liang Xueyan, who was lying in bed, quickly pulled at the blanket. She had assumed it was Sister Wang returning from the phone call, but when she looked up, she saw an extraordinarily beautiful and cold face.
Her pale face instantly flushed with delight, and she struggled to sit up.
Even with sunglasses on, she recognized the girl at a glance.
“Sister, it’s you!”
Lu Mian quickly approached, pressing down on her: “Don’t move, I just came to check on you.”
The sickroom was tinged with the faint scent of blood and the smell of milk, which Lu Mian didn’t find unpleasant; on the contrary, it gave her a sense of warmth.
She sat down in the chair next to the bed without a word.
Liang Xueyan managed a graceful smile, her gaze shifting slightly to see Sister Wang entering belatedly, limping. A look of worry tainted her simple and clean beauty, and she subconsciously shielded the infant beside her, wary and vigilant.
