Opening the door, I saw Mo Ran pinned to the bed, with a despicable girl—no, a dog—Yang Ziru sitting on his waist. Yang Ziru held the fly swatter, and my dear “son” Mo Ran had a fresh “human char siu bun” on his head. The previous scream was definitely from Mo Ran.
True to being my son, his scream was high-decibel and powerful. All workers from first to fourth grade gathered outside Mo Ran’s door, even the lady emptying chamber pots.
Mo Ran was the most beloved ambassador in the First Under Heaven Hall.
Employees of all ages glared at the stunned Yang Ziru. It seemed everyone had mentally killed her countless times.
Yet, Yang Ziru remained brazen in this unfavorable situation, asking, “What are you looking at? Never seen the future’s number one beggar gang beauty?” I gave her a contemptuous look.
The crowd’s gaze grew more venomous. One uncle, usually close to Mo Ran and viewing him as an idol, turned red and seemed ready to charge at Yang Ziru.
Mo Ran looked at everyone with a pleading gaze, which only fueled their anger. I couldn’t understand Yang Ziru’s mindset. With our numbers, we could have easily overwhelmed her, yet she defiantly sat on Mo Ran’s waist.
“Get off my son Mo Ran right now!” I commanded. Yang Ziru raised an eyebrow, challenging, “By what right? Because you’re Boss Ling?”
“By what right are you sitting on my Mo Ran’s waist? Is it because you’re his fake fiancée?” I shot back, sarcasm evident in my tone.
Yang Ziru remained unbothered, insisting, “What fake? The previous emperor issued an edict for me and Mo Ran to be engaged!”
Every word is clearly written here!” Yang Ziru pulled out a yellow scroll identical to imperial decrees on TV, dramatically unfolding it for us to see.
My head was filled with rage. This wicked girl thought she could dismiss me with an imperial decree?! I angrily snatched the decree from her hands, tearing it to pieces and stomping on it.
To hell with the crime of destroying an imperial decree!
