I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 17 There is a Reborn Person in the Mansion 16
He Mo nodded. "Xiao Meng, you're right. Actually, I've also noticed that Aunt Yan has been targeting me ever since she came into the manor, but Shu Ye and I had a fight and were giving each other the silent treatment. I... I was angry, so I simply ignored him."

He Mo blushed a little as he said this.

Yu Muhuai understood that lovers sometimes throw little tantrums, act childishly, and refuse to admit defeat.

She understands everything.

Although Yu Muhuai has never been in a relationship, she reads a lot of books and follows a lot of news.

Whether it's advising reconciliation or separation, whether it's acting as a relationship coach or breaking up couples single-handedly, she has countless theoretical insights to draw upon, and she can quickly put them into practice.

Moreover, Yu Muhuai has always had excellent eloquence; she was the vice president of the school's debate club in college. Her tongue is as eloquent as a lotus flower, and she has always held the champion's seat in debate competitions, unmatched both inside and outside the school.

Thinking back, those were truly glorious times.
"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng, what's wrong? Why are you smiling like that?"

He Mo nudged Yu Muhuai, snapping her out of her reverie.

Yu Muhuai wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth. "What? Nothing, nothing, sister-in-law, please continue."

He Mo, oblivious to Yu Muhuai's momentary lapse in concentration, continued, her tone tinged with a sweet shyness, "Recently, my relationship with Shuye has improved considerably. He... he treats me even better than before."

Okay, okay, no need to show off your love anymore.

Yu Muhuai asked directly, "Sister-in-law, do you want to live a good life with my brother forever?"

He Mo nodded, "I want to."

"Do you want to hold onto my brother's heart tightly and prevent him from having too much attention on other women?"

He Mo nodded emphatically, "I want to."

"Do you want to get rid of Yan Qing, so she can stop interfering and ruining your relationship with my brother, and so that the Qin family's backyard can be peaceful and quiet from now on? So that you and my brother can love each other and not be disturbed by anyone?"

He Mo nodded firmly, "Yes!!"

"Hmm." Yu Muhuai nodded in satisfaction.

Next, Yu Muhuai and He Mo finalized the details of faking illness.

"By the way, sister-in-law, do you know any good doctors you can introduce to me? Preferably a female doctor, so I can keep her with me temporarily."

The doctor who diagnosed Yan Qing's pregnancy was named Ding Xiang, a doctor who had been working with the Qin family for the past few years. Qin Shuye trusted Ding Xiang greatly, and the family consulted Ding Xiang for diagnoses of all illnesses, big and small.

The wounds on Yu Muhuai's body were also bandaged and treated by Ding Xiang some time ago.

Therefore, Yu Muhuai's right hand, which had been scratched by a hairpin, was not treated for a long time until it was covered by the scratches from the cup, at which point he finally sought out Ding Xiang.

It was because she didn't trust this person; she was afraid Ding Xiang would reveal the hairpin scar on her right hand.

However, Qin Shumeng had always focused on martial arts and was not good at medicine or networking.

He Mo is a wealthy heiress, so her connections in this area are definitely stronger than mine.

Sure enough, He Mo thought about it for a while and agreed without asking Yu Muhuai what he wanted to do.

"Xiaomeng, don't worry, leave this to your sister-in-law. I will definitely find you a reliable and highly skilled female doctor."

Yu Muhuai smiled so much his eyes narrowed, and he quickly expressed his gratitude.

What a wonderful sister-in-law! Qin Shuye, you must cherish her!

After leaving He Mo's courtyard, Yu Muhuai felt refreshed and invigorated.

It's afternoon now, and the warm sunshine is making me a little sleepy. I should hurry back so I can catch up on some sleep.

On such a beautiful afternoon, I had to run into someone I didn't want to see.

Who else could it be but Yan Qing, the graceful figure walking towards Moxuanfang from afar? "You really shouldn't keep talking about her. We were just talking about her, and now we see her." Yu Muhuai rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

“Miss, what did you say?” Loran asked from the side.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go!" Yu Muhuai waved her hand and quickly ran off in another direction, lifting her skirt.

This woman is pregnant now, and she's the most powerful person in the household. If she bumps into her, she'll definitely be the one who suffers, and she might even be the one being framed. It would be foolish not to run away now!
After saying that, Yu Muhuai didn't even look at the other person again, and disappeared in an instant, as light as a swallow.

Yan Qing, who was ready to come and show off, did not expect to see Yu Muhuai first at the entrance of Qinghe Garden.

Yan Qing adjusted her expression and was just about to step forward to greet them when she saw the other person turn around and run away.

And judging from that figure's back, it was as if he had seen a ghost; he ran away without looking back.

Yan Qing was stunned at first, then her face twisted, her heart felt heavy, and she felt like she couldn't catch her breath.

"Aunt Yan, what's wrong?" Mo Ju, who had come with Yan Qing, asked, bowing her head.

Yan Qing glared at Mo Ju and said in a very unpleasant tone, "It's nothing, don't make a fuss!"

"Yes," Mo Ju replied meekly. She carefully looked up at Yan Qing, feeling wronged but saying nothing more.

Since being sent to Qinghe Garden by Miss Qin under the pretext of taking care of Yan Qing, Mo Ju's life has undergone earth-shattering changes.

She originally thought that she and Yan Qing were on the same side, and that she also had a bond with Miss Qin because of their past master-servant relationship, so she had a special status and could do well even if she moved to a different courtyard.

But to everyone's surprise, Yan Qing didn't want to pay any attention to her at all.

Yan Qing not only refused to tell Mo Ju anything, but also treated her very coldly, even rudely. Sometimes, Yan Qing would deliberately avoid doing things for her, clearly unwilling to reveal many things to her.

Mo Ju didn't understand what had happened. She tried to get close to Yan Qing, but only received cold words in return.

On several occasions, they were even subjected to blatant harassment.

The tea was sometimes too cold and sometimes too hot; I had to pour it more than a dozen times before I was satisfied.

Her hair was too tight one moment, and the hairpin was too crooked the next. In the end, she accidentally pulled it and hurt her. Yan Qing "accidentally" slapped Mo Ju across the face.

Even seemingly insignificant little things at night can make it difficult for Moju to fall asleep all night.

Over this period of time, Mo Ju felt that she was suffering from neurasthenia and was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She felt that Yan Qing was torturing her, but it wasn't obvious enough, so she could only keep it to herself and had nowhere to confide in.

Standing at the entrance of Moxuanfang, Yan Qing, with her standard smile, instructed a servant to go and announce her arrival.

"Aunt Yan, the mistress is ill and is afraid that she will pass on her illness to you and affect the baby in your womb, so she will not invite you in. Please go back."

what? ?

Yan Qing almost lost control of her facial expression.

One of them glanced at her and ran away, while this one simply didn't show up, giving her the cold shoulder.

What kind of crazy ideas are they all up to?

But the wife said she was sick and wouldn't see anyone, so she couldn't just barge in.

Yan Qing forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said to the maid, "Tell my sister to rest well and recover soon. I'll come to see her again later. Goodbye."

After finishing her pleasantries, Yan Qing secretly tugged at her handkerchief while biting her gums as she walked back.

(End of this chapter)