Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 953: A Match Made in Heaven, Kidnapped (2)

Chapter 953: Chapter 953: A Match Made in Heaven, Kidnapped (2)

The maid, upon hearing this, immediately fell to her knees in terror and pleaded, "Miss, it’s all my fault, I will never dare again, please don’t sell off my family."

Having served the young mistress for many years, no one knew better than she the extent of her mistress’s cruelty. When the mistress was just eight years old, she had dared to push a maid who displeased her into the lotus pond to drown; after marrying into the Previous Uncle’s House, she could, without blinking an eye, kick a pregnant maid and cause her to miscarry. Threatening to sell their family to a mine was not just to scare her.

"Remember the words you’ve just said. If there’s a next time, I will sell off your family far away! Also, if those people are caught by the Government and you get exposed, don’t you dare say anything that would cause trouble for me. Otherwise, nobody can protect your family, not even your newly born nephew. Do you hear me?"

Watching the trembling maid, Fan Meijiao’s face flashed with a trace of smugness, her words full of threatening intent.

"Yes, yes, I will heed Miss’s orders. If the matter is revealed, I will bear it alone and never implicate Miss," the maid’s body shook even more violently as she bowed her head to hide the resentment in her eyes and swore to keep her promise.

She wasn’t concerned for her own life but for her parents, her brothers, and her sister-in-law and nephew, who were all servants of the Zhao Family; she couldn’t implicate her own family at any cost.

Fan Meijiao finally felt satisfied and glared at the maid on the ground, saying, "Humph, smart of you to recognize your place! Now go wait by the side door, and if you have any definite news, then report back to me."

"Yes, Miss, I will go now!" The maid hurriedly agreed, stumbled up from the ground, curtsied to Fan Meijiao, and rushed out.

Watching the maid’s retreating figure, Fan Meijiao yawned from tiredness, ready to lie down and sleep. She had to wake up early the next day, and she dared not wait any longer for fear of missing the auspicious time for fulfilling a vow to Buddha and causing Buddha to blame her and possibly take back the excellent marriage arrangement with the Mu Family.

Thinking back to the day of the engagement ceremony, glimpsing the tall and handsome man behind the screen, a rare blush crept onto her face, her eyes glittering with satisfied ambition.

Humph, so what if she couldn’t become the wife of a Champion Scholar? Marrying the second master of the Mu Family, becoming the Lady of the Mu Family, her status would be even more prestigious. In the future, she would see who dared to look down on her, calling her a lowly merchant’s daughter!

Meanwhile, Fan Meijiao’s personal maid quietly made her way to the side door, where an old woman was waiting, dozing off against the door.

The maid approached quietly and woke the old woman with displeasure, "You dare to sleep here when Miss’s task for you isn’t yet complete? If you mess up Miss’s business, see how you’ll explain yourself."

The old woman was about to snap back, but upon seeing that it was the maid from Miss’s personal entourage, she quickly apologized with a smile, "I accidentally dozed off from this season’s drowsiness. Please forgive me, for the love of Heaven, please forgive me!"

The maid had no actual conflict with the doorman old woman and merely scolded her in passing, without the real intention of reporting the incident to earn favor from her mistress. She just absentmindedly reminded, "Be more careful in the future. If the mistress sees this, no one can save you."

"Yes, yes, what you say is right, I appreciate your concern," the old woman replied, evidently relieved.

The maid nodded indifferently and cracked open the side door, peered into the dark alley where not a single figure was visible, then let the door close gently, finding a step to sit down on.

Being a talkative one, the old woman saw that the maid seemed upset and asked with a face full of gossip, "What’s on your mind, girl? Tell me about it; maybe I can give you some advice. After all, I’ve eaten a few more decades of rice than you!"

Hearing this, the maid displayed a bitter smile on her face, but she dared not say a word. She just silently stared at the ground beneath her feet, lost in her thoughts.