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“If it was really just to avoid, why would the clothes be torn like that?”

She glared at Bei Xier with a confrontational stance.

“Xi’er, you’ve been avoiding this issue, dodging left and right. Is there really a relationship with Mr. Mu Xiaoyao that can’t be disclosed?”

Although Nangong Yun’s words are indeed hard to hear, they’re not entirely without reason.

Since she claims many people saw it with their own eyes, if we ask anyone, this matter won’t stay hidden.

If Nangong Yun dares to say this, then it must be true.

Now, not only the Old Madam but also Bei Qingyue and Bei Fengjin, as well as Baili Xia, couldn’t help but cast their gaze on the two.

Getting a room to avoid assassination has some logic.

But why tear the clothes?

Tearing clothes… It’s truly embarrassing, shouldn’t there be an explanation for everyone?

“Actually, I don’t necessarily want to accuse Xi’er of being indiscreet, casually spending the night with men doing those kinds of things.”

Receiving the warning look from Bei Qingyue, Nangong Yun clenched her fist but pretended not to see.

The opportunity to ruin Bei Xier’s reputation is one she simply can’t pass up. She absolutely won’t let it go.

Feigning a smile, she continued, “Xi’er, after all, hasn’t married yet, but if her body is now unclean, shouldn’t Mr. Mu Xiaoyao take responsibility?”

That concept of being unclean is something that probably only Nangong Yun would dare to utter.

Bei Qingyue genuinely wanted to grab something and smash it onto her daughter’s head.

She wanted to protect her, but this girl, blinded by jealousy, kept uttering words to humiliate Bei Xier.

Can’t she see that the Old Madam’s love for Bei Xier surpasses hers tenfold?

But with the Old Madam here, she had no opportunity to stop Nangong Yun from spouting nonsense.

The Old Madam’s face was unspeakably unpleasant, yet Nangong Yun persisted in her relentless chatter.

“Xi’er, I’m saying this for your own good, don’t misunderstand.”

“Mr. Mu Xiaoyao must take responsibility, your sister is determined to help you seek justice.”

“I do not want her, nor will I ever want her.”

Mu Xiaoyao’s words were naturally not intended to explain to Nangong Yun.

He didn’t want to waste a single word on this woman; it was simply a waste of life.

Mu Xiaoyao’s gaze was cold as he faced the Old Madam.

“This matter has nothing to do with Bei Xier. I tore the clothes, and she was never touched by me.”

“If you want to pursue this matter, come after me. She was held by me at the time and resisted fiercely.”

“To accuse an innocent young girl of casually mingling with men is incredibly vicious.”

“You… You all did such a thing and say that I’m vicious?”

Using the word ‘vicious’ against a woman, isn’t that cruel?

“Whatever vendetta you have with Bei Xier, why not fight it openly? I detest women like you, who always resort to sneaky tricks and verbal games behind the scenes.”

Mu Xiaoyao snorted coldly, utterly disdainful.

“You…”

“Yun’er, since Mr. Mu Xiaoyao has stated the responsibility lies with him and Xi’er didn’t act willingly, shouldn’t certain statements be withdrawn?”

Bei Qingyue glared at Nangong Yun.

This girl really doesn’t know the meaning of danger; she still wants to continue bewitching Xi’er!

Can’t she see the Old Madam’s look as if she wanted to devour her?

When did the daughter she raised become so foolish!

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