Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 482: It’s Time to Understand

"Where is Weiwei?"

Mrs. Zhai clearly noticed the expressions on their faces; she clearly didn’t think much of Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei had never expected these two to suddenly jump in and meddle, and from their stance, it was obvious they weren’t about to let her off easily.

Mrs. Feng’s face was stern, "Mrs. Zhai, don’t be so affectionate in your address, for she is not as good as you think she is."

Mrs. Feng’s years of socialite breeding were still present; she wouldn’t reveal her identity in front of so many people, thus lowering her own status, but she didn’t intend to let her off easy either.

Clearly, Mrs. Zhai took her words to heart, her face full of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You’ll know if you go back and ask around. If she really becomes the Zhai Family’s daughter-in-law, I think it’s better to sever the relationship between our two families."

"Hey, don’t be so serious in your talk... I believe you, isn’t that enough?" Mrs. Zhai immediately moved closer to her upon hearing about severing family ties, "The Feng and Zhai families have been noble families for so many years; if we cut off ties because of this, I would truly be a sinner of the Zhai family."

Mrs. Zhai wasn’t unwilling to listen to advice. Since she could oppose it so strongly, there must be something wrong with Mo Lingwei, or perhaps she was too embarrassed to say it; she’d send someone to investigate once she got back.

Mo Lingwei’s face looked extremely unpleasant, being spoken ill of in front of everyone, and what’s worse, everyone believed it.

Mrs. Zhai apologetically spoke, "Lingwei, I’m sorry about today, I’ll invite you out another day."

Mo Lingwei’s face eased a bit, but she couldn’t lash out; she could only swallow this silent frustration, "Okay, Mrs. Zhai."

Having said this, she turned to leave, her eyes catching Mo Fan with a mocking sneer at the corners of his mouth, a cold flash in her eyes!

She’d wanted to witness Mo Fan’s embarrassment, but instead, she ended up watching her own!

What was there for her to be smug about?

To attend today’s birthday banquet, who knows which man she depended on to get in!

"Lingwei, what’s wrong? Who’s bullying you?" Zhang Wenxian couldn’t help but ask when she saw her daughter’s state.

Mo Lingwei hesitated, then spoke with a sense of grievance, "I wasn’t mistaken earlier, it really was my sister, but now it seems she has found a new backer... I just said a few words to her..."

Mo Huai Zhang and his son frowned, looking displeased.

Zhang Wenxian leapt up like a cat with its tail stepped on, exclaiming loudly, "What?! She dared to bully you! Where is she? I’ll go and teach her a lesson for you."

Zhang Wenxian’s voice was a bit loud, drawing sidelong glances from those around them. Mo Lingwei frowned involuntarily, "Mom, let’s forget it, everyone is watching..."

She hadn’t spoken a single word to Mo Fan; if she really went, her lies would be exposed.

She had only said so to slander Mo Fan and clearly, she had achieved her goal, so how could she possibly let Zhang Wenxian go find Mo Fan?

"So what if they’re watching? She bullied you and she’s in the right now? She only got to attend this kind of party by finding some rich man, otherwise even the waitstaff here wouldn’t qualify!" Zhang Wenxian clearly wasn’t ready to call it quits.

By coincidence, Zhang Wenxian caught a glimpse of Mo Fan and immediately stormed over, fuming.

Mo Lingwei gestured frantically with her eyes, but it was as if her mother didn’t see, brushing past her in a particular direction.

A bad premonition arose in Mo Lingwei’s heart, and no sooner had she seen her mother snatch up a glass of red wine and storm over with ire.

"Mom!"

As her words fell, she saw her mother’s glass of wine spray towards Mo Fan’s face, a moment of sheer triumph for her.

But the next second, she saw Mo Fan swiftly dodge, and the red wine in her hand splashed directly onto her own mother’s face—

"Ah ah ah!"

At the banquet, a shrill scream pierced the air, and all eyes were drawn to the source.

Zhang Wenxian was in a desolate state, her delicate makeup and hairstyle completely drenched. Wine stains trickled down her chest as she screeched, resembling a shrew to a T.

The crowd began to murmur among themselves.

At her age, she’s still dressing so revealingly, wonder who she’s trying to seduce.

"Really, how could such a person sneak into Elder Ji’s birthday banquet... tsk tsk tsk..."

These were families with a century of legacy, nobles and notables; they had never seen such a contemptible person.

Upon hearing Zhang Wenxian’s words, Mo Lingwei’s expression darkened instantly. Her steps, originally headed towards the confrontation, retreated, fearing any association with Zhang Wenxian.

"Shhh!" Mo Fan, with an air of icy nobility, made a silencing gesture, "Lady Mo, if you don’t feel embarrassed, I certainly find you noisy. Shut your mouth, understand?"

Mo Fan curled his lip, looking down with a cold gaze at the wretched woman before him. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

For a moment, Zhang Wenxian was intimidated by the aura radiating off Mo Fan, but then she thought about being frightened by such a wretch, and, feeling that it was a blow to her dignity, she started cursing.

"Fine, fine! Now that you have a man and a backer, you don’t even acknowledge your own mother, do you? Just like a thankless cur, a cheap slut, just like your short-lived real mother..."

"Slap!"

A crisp slap echoed, and Zhang Wenxian reeled, covering her face in disbelief as she looked at Mo Fan, exploding in rage and forgetting she was in such a high place, "You dared to slap me?! What gives you the right to slap me?!"

Mo Fan’s eyes at that moment were suffused with murderous intent, his lips barely forming a cold smirk, "You can say whatever you want about me, I can take it, but you can’t speak about her like that; does someone who climbed their way up as a mistress have the right to speak?"

Being called a homewrecker was what Zhang Wenxian hated most in her life; she was so angry she could hardly think straight.

"What mistress? Wan Chang and I are truly in love, it was clearly your mother, that—that harlot who stole my love!" Zhang Wenxian wanted to call Mo Fan a whore, but the sight of Mo Fan’s hand made her lose her nerve.

By now, everyone had crowded around to watch the drama unfold.

"Please, true love?" Mo Fan scoffed, "Since when do people like you deserve ’true love’?"

That kind of true love was awfully cheap.

Zhang Wenxian straightened her back and, from somewhere, found the bravado to mockingly eye Mo Fan up and down, "Look at what you’re wearing. What is it, looking to hook up with another man here? I wonder which poor sap took fancy to such a worn-out shoe..."

As soon as Zhai Quan freed himself from his mother, he saw Mo Fan being hassled by this woman who spouted all manner of filth, and his expression instantly darkened.

Mo Fan needed to hook up with a man?

"Can’t she come by herself?"

Zhai Quan pushed through the crowd, his presence commanding. Seeing him step in gave the onlookers a moment of surprise; they hadn’t expected him to intervene.

Hearing his voice, Zhang Wenxian glanced over, somewhat intimidated by Zhai Quan’s imposing manner.

"Come by herself?" Zhang Wenxian scoffed, "You must be joking. With her abilities, do you think she could have gotten an invitation? Do you even know what she does for you to defend her like this?"

Zhang Wenxian didn’t recognize Zhai Quan, but she could tell he was someone of wealth and status, and her brazen ferocity waned somewhat.

"Of course, I do." Zhai Quan looked toward Mo Fan, "What do you say, need help?"

Feng Ye couldn’t make it today; as his brother, how could he stand by and watch his woman be belittled without offering a hand?

Mo Fan’s brow arched, nonchalantly, "No need, it’s time to settle things."