Chapter Thirty-Seven: What Attitude

  Woke up in the morning and felt much clearer-headed.

  I slowly sat up from bed and began to ponder in my heart: what intention did Yumo have for putting these paintings here? Was it intentional or unintentional?

  The woman in the painting is probably the same one that Fu Junyan mentioned before, the one who loves Yu Mo deeply, Luomeng.

  Xiao Qian walked into the room: "Madam, Young Master has ordered you to go and have breakfast with him."

  I responded with a sound, got up and started washing and changing clothes.

  When I walked into the dining hall with Xiaoxian, Mo Yu was still sitting at the table, obviously having waited for a long time.

  I said, acting shouldn't be like this, right? It's as if he's fully immersed in it!

  The meal was eaten in complete silence. I was concentrating on my work when suddenly, I heard Ying Mo ask out of the blue: "Did you sleep well last night?"

  "Mm." I muttered a response, still not lifting my head.

  "What's your attitude?" I just heard him put down his bowl and chopsticks. Apparently, my answer didn't satisfy him.

  Fine, since it's come to this, I'll say something that will satisfy you.

  I gently put down the chopsticks in my hand, raised my head and maintained a smile: "Lord Ying is thinking of saying that the dozen or so paintings hanging in your house are, right? Is it to tell me how high Miss Liu Mu's position is in your heart? Or is it to express your hatred for me? Lord Ying can speak directly if there's something on his mind, no need to beat around the bush. I didn't sleep very well last night! Are you satisfied?"

  I no longer paid attention to him and got up and walked out of the dining hall.

  On the way back, I kept thinking: What was wrong with me just now? Acting? Why was my mood so excited? It seems that I can also be promoted to a movie queen... wait, I am originally!

  It wasn't until I left that Mo Yu realized it, and he slammed his fist on the table in frustration: Damn it, how could I have forgotten Liu Mu's painting?!

  I stormed back to my own room and slammed the door shut.

  Xiao Qian followed behind me, that was terrifying! Not because I'm afraid of the madam getting angry and taking it out on me, but because I'm afraid she'll get angry and take it out on others! Madam, please, just spare me the trouble, okay?

  I heard myself heavily pouring a cup of tea and drinking it in one gulp, then putting down the teacup with a thud: "Xiao Qian, I'm going out for a walk!"

  It's done! Xiao Qian mourned in her heart. This time she didn't know whether to say that the lady was ill or had gone to bed early (what a phrase!)!

  "Madam, it's still early in the morning, isn't it a bit...?" Xia Qian tried to win over her husband's wife's favor, although she knew it was futile.

  As expected, as soon as the words fell, a sinister gaze shot towards her. Xiaoxian let out an "ah" like she saw a ghost and retreated several steps, trembling: "Madam, I was wrong, you want to go out then go out, whenever you want to go out just go out, I absolutely support!"

  "Hey, that's right. I'm very democratic, always asking for your opinion, what are you afraid of?" I patted Xiang's shoulder with a "benevolent" face.

  Then he pushed open the door, looked around, turned his head to Xiaoxian and made a "yes" gesture before disappearing with a "whoosh".