After her mind was read, the spoiled brat became the darling of the whole group.

Xie Xing stared at Xie Tongchen for a while, his dark, bright pupils staring straight at him.

Just as Xie Tongchen frowned, about to say something, she smiled and said, "Second Brother, do you think that someone from the countryside like me shouldn't know anything?"

"When it comes to logic and arithmetic, perhaps my second brother is not as good as me."

Xie Xingqing's sweet and pleasant voice rang out.

Xie Tongchen's gaze narrowed slightly, his eyes sharp and his gaze on Xie Xing intensely intimidating: "Are you provoking me?"

Xie Xing's eyes flickered, and she took two steps back like a startled deer. "No, does Second Brother take this as a provocation?"

Feng Wuhan glanced at Xie Xing, then at Xie Tongchen, and smiled as he separated the two: "Tongchen, you're being a bit too harsh on your sister."

“That’s not how it works for Mingzhu.”

Xie Xing lowered her eyes, her voice trembling with tears: "I knew my brother hated me, but I didn't know he hated me this much."

"Am I not even qualified to stand here and watch my second brother perform his sword dance?"

Xie Tongchen subconsciously felt that Xie Xing's attitude was a bit off.

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Tongchen looked at her strangely.

Xie Xing's tears came easily, and they had already slid down her cheeks. She wiped her tears and said, "I'm perfectly normal. Does my brother think I'm crazy?"

Xie Tongchen's colleagues have already come over.

The woman shed tears in front of them, and she was such a young girl, so naturally they felt sorry for her.

So they all stood in front of Xie Xing and said to Xie Tongchen, "Brother Xie, she's still my sister no matter what."

"Yes, don't be so harsh."

"That girl's younger sister is still very lovable."

Xie Tongchen: ?

He frowned, about to speak, when Xie Xing, who was standing behind her colleagues, popped her head out. Her eyes were still red, and her pupils were clear as if they had been washed with water. There was no trace of sadness or distress in her eyes.

This girl wasn't just faking it; she even pulled down her eyelids and made a face at him.

[Serves you right for being so fierce! Hehehe!]

Upon hearing the message, Xie Tongchen's forehead veins throbbed. Just as he was about to erupt in anger, Xie Xing had already dashed off in a flash.

"Second brother, I'm going to Grandma's first."

Xie Tongchen laughed in anger.

He shoved his colleagues aside and said impatiently, "Instead of wasting time being so chivalrous, go and argue with me. Go practice your skills."

After saying that, Xie Tongchen strode away.

The remaining colleagues looked at each other in bewilderment.

"It seems the rumors were true; the Xie family really doesn't like their own son very much."

"That makes sense, after all, that fake heiress is Xie Mingzhu."

My colleagues chimed in with their own opinions.

Feng Wuhan, however, stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking in the direction Xie Xing had left, and murmured, "I think this young lady from the Xie family is quite interesting."

After running out of the training ground, Xie Xing went straight to Madam Xie's courtyard.

Today, Madam Xie's courtyard was bustling with activity.

On the left is Xie Jiaojiao, and on the right is the lovely Xie Mingzhu.

Until Xie Xing arrived, the three of them were chatting and laughing, and Xie Mingzhu's cheeks were flushed.

"Grandmother." Xie Xing ran in, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead from running so fast.

Madam Xie's face showed a hint of sternness as she glared at Xie Xing: "So impulsive! Do you think someone's chasing you?"

There really is.

Xie Xing muttered to himself.

She stood obediently, held the account book in her palm, raised it high, and said to Madam Xie, "Grandmother, I have finished the accounts."

Madam Xie gave the nanny beside her a look, and the nanny immediately stepped forward, took the account book from Xie Xing's hand, and then stepped back.

Taking the account book, Madam Xie did not rush to look at it, but frowned and glanced at Xie Xing: "Don't you have any maids behind you? Why did you bring the account book here?"

Xie Xing said, "I only have Caiyue with me. Caiyue went to the small kitchen to get food, and there were still many things that needed her to do, so I didn't let her come with me."

Caiyue was the maidservant given to Xie Xing by Madam Xie when Xie Xing first entered the mansion.

She was from the Grand Tutor's mansion, and she was diligent and hardworking. Thanks to her alone, Xie Xing was able to live a relatively comfortable life in the Xie family.

One maidservant practically managed all the affairs of the entire courtyard.

Although Xie Yuze said three days ago that he would speak to Madam Xie on her behalf, Xie Xing's life has not changed at all, which tells us otherwise.

His words not only had no effect, but also made Madam Xie even angrier.

Everyone was talking about Xie Xing, and Madam Xie, being a proud woman, naturally felt bad about it.

This anger was directed at Xie Xing.

Madam Xie frowned slightly, took the account book from the nanny, and looked through it page by page.

The more I looked at her, the brighter the light in her eyes became.

After a long while, Madam Xie looked up at Xie Xing and asked, "Did you do all this by yourself?"

Xie Xing nodded: "Yes, mother-in-law."

"Very good." A smile finally appeared on Madam Xie's kind face, and her gaze towards Xie Xing softened.

The look on his face suggested that he had finally realized Xie Xing wasn't entirely without talent and was giving him a slightly more favorable response.

"Your accounts are very clear. If you become the mistress of the house in the future, you will not have to worry about managing the accounts."

Madam Xie paused, fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand, and said calmly, "Grandmother is not biased. If you are truly capable, you should naturally be rewarded by Grandmother."

“Zhijun”.

A young maid standing behind the old woman stepped forward: "Madam."

"Go and fetch the land deed and seal of Yunyan Pavilion."

Zhijun lowered her head and said, "Yes."

"Grandmother?" Xie Jiaojiao looked at the old lady Xie in surprise.

Is the old lady planning to give Yunyan Pavilion to Xie Xing?

Yunyan Pavilion is quite large, not a small one.

Does Grandmother favor Xie Xing or dislike him?

A thoughtful look flashed across Xie Jiaojiao's eyes.

"Grandmother..." Xie Mingzhu began hesitantly, "Mingzhu doesn't not want my younger sister to take over Yunyan Pavilion, but she is still too young. Is she capable of managing such a large shop?"

Madam Xie was much nicer to Xie Mingzhu now.

She patted Xie Mingzhu's hand affectionately and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mingzhu, Grandma knows what she's doing."

"And your sister manages this small shop very well."

"Is Mingzhu unhappy?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Mingzhu's autumn eyes widened slightly, and she quickly replied, "Of course not, Grandmother is so generous. I'm happy for my sister."

Although her tone was urgent, there was a clear look of confusion and incomprehension in her eyes.

What does Xie Xing know about reading accounts?

Funny?

Madam Xie saw through it but didn't say anything. She tapped Xie Mingzhu's nose and said with a smile, "Mingzhu already has many shops under her name, but your sister only has this one. She should be given a bigger one."

Xie Mingzhu pursed her lips, then looked at Xie Xing with a smile: "Little sister, Grandmother likes you very much."

It was incredibly ironic that she said this to Xie Xing.

Xie Xing smiled sweetly at her and said, "Grandmother likes smart people. If Xing'er continues to be raised by Grandmother's side, I'm sure Grandmother will like me even more."

Finally, she added, "Just like I like my older sister."