“Don’t be afraid— I’m here.”

In that instant, all of Ming Shuo’s thoughts were forcibly pushed out of his mind.

He immediately grasped Liu Qinxin’s hands, which were pressed against his lower abdomen, his voice deep and low.

Liu Qinxin sobbed twice. “I can’t help but be scared. Brother Shuo, I… I truly believe I’ve never done anything to wrong little Ming Yue. Aside from being with you, I also think I’ve never done a single thing that would hurt her mother. But today, with Lai Lai…”

Liu Qinxin’s voice choked with emotion, followed by another burst of sobs. “Brother Shuo, why does she hate me so much? Why does she hate our child so much?”

“Ah Qin…”

“Brother Shuo, do you think she’ll only be satisfied if the three of us—mother and two children—leave you? Only then will she stop hurting Lai Lai and Jiajia?”

“Stop imagining things. She’s just mad at me and taking it out on Lai Lai; she won’t really harm Lai Lai,” Ming Shuo said, turning around to wipe the tears from the woman’s cheeks, pulling her into his arms, and gently kissing her forehead as he comforted her. “No more wild speculation, and definitely no foolish actions!”

“But…”

“Trust me, okay?”

“Brother Shuo…”

“I’ve told you before: I’ll cherish you, love you, and protect you for the rest of your life. Rest assured—no matter whether it’s her or anyone else, no one will ever get past me to hurt you.” The man spoke with deep affection.

The woman’s tears fell softly.

It should have been a heartwarming scene.

But…

Ming Yue didn’t like it!

Not one bit!

To be precise, it was downright offensive to look at.

So when she happened to stumble upon this sight, driven by the attitude that “If I’m unhappy, no one else should be either,” she let out a soft cough, then put her hands on her hips and said to the tearful Liu beauty: “You actually believe him? Then do you believe a sow can climb a tree?”

Ming Shuo spun around in shock.

Liu Qinxin was equally stunned.

Ming Yue stood a short distance away, crossing her arms instead of her waist. “Let me give you a friendly warning: Mr. Ming here said these very words to my mom many years ago—more than once. My mom devoted half her life to him, and yet she ended up completely insane. Do you think you’re any better than my mom?”

Ming Shuo wore a dark expression.

Liu Qinxin remained silent.

Ming Yue chuckled. “Of course, you’re young and beautiful, so naturally you think you’re far superior to my mom. But in my eyes, you’re nothing more than a pretty face. If you believe the nonsense spewed out by men, one day you’ll end up even worse off than my mom.”

“You…”

Liu Qinxin bit her lip, unable to let the tears keep flowing.

Ming Yue stretched lazily, letting out another cold laugh. “I’m certainly not being kind. As for you—the one who drove my mom crazy, who occasionally sheds a few tears, and who, together with that man full of lies beside you, goes to great lengths to flirt and stir up trouble, doing everything possible to get me out of here—you think I’d be nice to you? I’m actually eager to see how you play your little game! So there’s no need to thank me. I’m waiting to watch you perform! I’ll be right here, watching every step you take toward an even more miserable fate than my mom’s!”

“You…”

Liu Qinxin blushed and quickly looked up at the man, explaining, “Brother Shuo, please believe me—I didn’t mean it that way. I was just…”

“Enough, enough! You two are putting on a show right in front of me, and I’m not interested. Go back to your room and act it out there—don’t pollute my eyes with this here.”

Ming Yue rolled her eyes and slowly walked past the two of them.

She made no attempt to hide her dissatisfaction with them at all.

On the contrary, she amplified that discontent and those emotions—which should have been buried deep in her heart—and even displayed them openly for everyone to see.

Over the course of that day and night, Ma Fengying staged countless scenes, all revolving around one single issue: getting rid of Ming Yue, the ill-fated star who would bring disaster to the Ming family.

But without exception.

End of Chapter 38: Even a Sow Can Climb a Tree