The cannon fodder heiress embarks on the path of cultivation.

009 Mo Wenchen's Trembling 2

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth. Think about it yourself, don't you have any idea what kind of person your son is?"

Mr. Mo was not angry at his daughter-in-law's mild scolding and beating. In fact, he kindly reminded his wife of the good things his youngest son had done in the past, which left Mrs. Mo speechless, her eyes filled with unspoken words.

She could still hear the helpless and wry smile in her husband's voice as he reminisced about the past.

"Back when we lived in the compound, how did he manage to scare those girls so much that they cried their eyes out? It was because he didn't like them, but they just wouldn't leave him alone."

"hehe--"

"...And then, this brat actually brought out a non-venomous little snake to scare them. Would a normal person do something like that? And then there's that young lady surnamed Bai, she just accidentally got a little too close to him, and without a word, he shoved her away forcefully. Even worse, he actually took off his coat right in front of her and threw it on the ground! Tell me, how can anyone act like that..."

When Mo's father thought about what had happened in the past, an inexplicable anger welled up in his heart. His originally calm tone instantly turned irritable, and his voice unconsciously rose a lot.

Especially when the thought of having to clean up the mess for that good-for-nothing brat and humbly apologize to the other children's parents comes to mind, it feels like a huge stone is lodged in my heart, making me feel extremely suffocated.

Despite his reluctance, he eventually heeded his family's advice and reluctantly apologized.

only……

"What? Auntie, please, please keep your daughter, who's like a plague, away from me in the future. The nauseating smell she emanates is worse than falling into a latrine. I can only push her away helplessly. It was never my intention. I'm sure you understand what it feels like to fall into an abyss."

Furthermore, "Uncle, your daughter has truly inherited your talent; her eloquence is like the Yellow River flowing endlessly. You could certainly nurture her carefully. However, while you're training her, could you perhaps teach her about propriety? This is the most basic social skill for interacting with others when she enters the workforce!"

Or, 'Uncle, please be sure to keep your eyes open when you marry a wife in the future, otherwise the children you have will be truly unbearable to look at. Look at your daughter, she's always in front of me, and it's affecting my eyesight. If this affects my ability to join the army in the future, who will be responsible for this, you or me?'"

Such words flowed on and on like a tidal wave, so much so that even Mo's father became utterly annoyed, and even lost all desire to continue.

This good-for-nothing brat has completely offended everyone in the entire compound!

As time went by, the child grew into adulthood, but his personality became increasingly cold and aloof.

So much so that Mo's father couldn't help but wonder: Could this kid have done this on purpose?

The purpose was to prevent those young girls who swarmed around him like bees from getting close.

Surprisingly, Mr. Mo guessed the truth of the matter perfectly.