Ming Yue slept soundly until she woke up naturally.

When she leisurely descended the stairs in her pajamas, a very familiar diplomatic scene was unfolding in the Ming family living room.

Two elderly women…

Well, although that was indeed the case, at first glance it didn’t seem so—it looked more like a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law or a mother and daughter sitting together.

After all, Old Lady Liu didn’t look that old; she was dressed elegantly and heavily made up, giving the impression of being only in her early fifties.

The two were sitting in the Ming living room, chatting away happily.

As soon as they saw Ming Yue come downstairs, the atmosphere instantly froze.

First there was Old Lady Ma Fengying of the Ming family. Having witnessed the incident where Liu Lai was hung on the wall, she harbored an intense hatred for Ming Yue.

Her previously gentle and amiable expression had unconsciously turned a deep purplish-red, like pig liver.

Then there was Old Lady Liu from the Liu family.

She didn’t exactly throw a tantrum at the Ming household, but she was by no means a kind person either.

The moment she caught sight of Ming Yue, she immediately began to speak in a sarcastic tone: “Oh my, some young ladies are already married—yet here’s Old Lai, behaving like a complete fool in someone else’s home!”

Her words then abruptly shifted, directly targeting Ming Yue.

Ming Yue’s eyes lit up, and she instantly perked up.

In the next instant, she yawned openly and unreservedly, firing back:

“Oh dear! Some old ladies should have died long ago, yet here you are, still lingering in this world—what kind of example are you setting?”

No sooner had she finished speaking than both elderly faces darkened simultaneously.

However, Ming Yue quickly added, “And on top of that, you dress yourself up like a seductive fox spirit, constantly running around to other people’s homes.

If people know about it, that’s one thing—but if they don’t, they might even think you’re deliberately trying to lure other men!”

“You!”

“If it weren’t for my grandfather passing away early and my father disliking such a greasy old pumpkin covered in layers of makeup, who knows how many rumors would be circulating out there.”

Ming Yue spoke calmly, showing absolutely no sign of anger, as she continued walking downstairs.

Meanwhile, Old Lady Liu, who had deliberately come to stir up trouble under the guise of catching up, was furious, her face turning ashen.

Ma Fengying, who had initially looked quite displeased, suddenly found herself in an unexpectedly good mood after hearing Ming Yue’s words.

Of course, she didn’t let it show and kept her stern expression.

“Ms. Ming, do you even have any manners? Is this how you treat an elder?”

Old Lady Liu was caught off guard by Ming Yue’s response and immediately resorted to moral blackmail.

What a pity!

The person standing before her wasn’t the docile Ming Yue, but rather the “rebellious” Ming Yue that Ming Shuo had described.

No sooner had she finished her accusation than Ming Yue burst into laughter, as if she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

Yet she wasn’t in any hurry to retort.

Instead, she slowly walked over to Ma Fengying, asking in a very serious tone: “Grandmother, how am I supposed to answer this question?

She says our family has no manners? Doesn’t that mean she’s openly accusing you—and openly insulting my father?”

Ma Fengying’s stern expression grew even darker, but she remained silent.

Old Lady Liu, thoroughly frustrated, quickly turned to Ma Fengying and explained, “Mother-in-law, please don’t listen to her nonsense—I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Well then, what exactly did you mean? Oh, and you say I’m talking nonsense—so what’s next, are you going to ask who taught me proper behavior, and then accuse me of being uncivilized again?”

Ming Yue cut her off right there and then, continuing in a sardonic tone: “But even if our family really had no manners, we wouldn’t go around stealing other people’s husbands.

We wouldn’t sneak around so much, kicking out entire families as soon as we spot someone with good prospects.

And even if we had no manners, we certainly wouldn’t let our own daughters run around having one illegitimate child after another.

Thankfully, these days Little Jiajia and Little Lailai are being raised personally by my grandmother and father.

Otherwise, if they’d been raised in that Third Son’s den, once they grew up they’d surely go around snatching other people’s husbands and becoming someone else’s mistress!

Oh dear, oh dear—then how would my grandmother and father ever dare to show their faces in public? They’d have to sew a piece of sow’s hide over their cheeks before stepping outside!”

Ming Yue spoke at a steady pace, leaving no room for Old Lady Liu to interject.

End of Chapter 54: Third Brother