Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 328 The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat (The End)

After selling Lü Yun and most of Mo Yuyu's jewelry, the two of them had some money to spare, and they started thinking about having a child.

Now that Qingmo knows, they will definitely want to take their child back. Even if the child is ruined, he is still their son.

“Madam, I suppose you already know, right? I admit it was all my fault. I was momentarily blinded by greed. But since things have already come to this, and you've vented your anger, why not return Lin’er to Yu Yu?”

"Yes, madam, it's all my fault, it has nothing to do with the child. Please give me back my child, I'll do anything you ask."

The two men were very sincere and looked guilty. They were practically begging her on their knees, as if it would make her seem petty if she didn't give them the child.

Qingmo put down her teacup and sneered, "Anything is acceptable?"

Upon hearing this, the two instinctively felt that it was not a good thing, but they still nodded in agreement.

"Yes, as long as Madam is willing to return Lin'er, I will do anything."

"Clap clap clap."

Qingmo unconsciously clapped her hands. "Tsk tsk tsk, what a good mother! I'm so touched."

"How about exchanging one of your hands? The hand you used to burn my son is the hand I'll cut off now."

Mo Yuyu's face turned deathly pale instantly. Her eyes widened in horror as she retreated repeatedly, saying, "Madam, this...this...this...how can this be? Without my hands, what am I supposed to do?"

Fu Jinhuai hurriedly spoke up, "Madam, Yu Yu was just confused for a moment. Could we change the punishment? Yu Yu..."

Qingmo interrupted, "What? You just said you'd do anything, and now you're backing out? If you're not sincere, then get lost."

Mo Yuyu bit her lip, her eyes filled with hesitation and fear, and looked at Fu Jinhuai, hoping he could help her think of a solution.

Fu Jinhuai frowned and paced back and forth.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Madam, if you insist on being punished alone to appease your anger, then you might as well break my hand."

"No, Brother Huai, you can't do this, you can't do it."

“Yu Yu, for you, for our child, everything is worth it.”

Are the two of them putting on a melodramatic act?

"stop."

Both of them turned their gazes to Qingmo, especially Fu Jinhuai, who was betting that Qingmo still had some feelings for him and wouldn't really treat him that way.

"Alright, since my husband is willing, let's do it this way."

Huh? Are they really going to break it off? Fu Jinhuai started to panic.

"Madam, are you truly so heartless? Do you have no regard for the affection between us as husband and wife?"

See? See? That's what men are like.

He said he'd come, he said he'd come, but if you actually let him come, he gets upset.

“Husband, don’t talk nonsense. I’m talking about cutting off Aunt Mo’s hand. You’re the one who wants to take her place. What does that have to do with me? Anyway, I only need one hand. Whether it’s yours or hers, I don’t care.”

"You two stop dawdling and decide quickly. You two do it yourselves."

As she spoke, Qingmo threw out a dagger from her sleeve that could cut through iron like mud.

Fu Jinhuai looked at the dagger, then at his own hand, and ultimately couldn't bear to part with it.

“Yu Yu, child, why don’t we just let it go? We can have more in the future.”

"No...no...Brother Huai, that's my son! If he stays here, he'll die, he'll die! We can't do this."

Mo Yuyu cried her heart out. As a mother, her love for her child was naturally greater than that for Fu Jinhuai, the father.

She couldn't just stand by and watch Qingmo torture her child to death, so...

"Brother Huai, you only lost a hand, but we lost our son! Please save him, he's my life! Waaah..."

Despite Mo Yuyu's seemingly sincere words, she didn't mention a word about breaking her own hand.

Since Brother Huai was willing to suffer the pain of losing his hand for her, how could she betray his kindness?

"You... Yu Yu, in your heart, is the child more important than me?"

Clear foam: ...

Holy crap, are these two obsessed with this melodramatic soap opera?

It went on and on, and in no time it turned into a father and son vying for favor.

She kicked the dagger towards them, saying impatiently, "Hurry up, I'm busy. I'll count to ten, and if you're still not there..."

Good heavens, before she could even speak, Mo Yuyu's eyes hardened, she picked up the dagger on the ground, and slashed at Fu Jinhuai's arm.

Qingmo also shut her mouth in a huff.

See? Women have to be ruthless to secure their position.

Before Fu Jinhuai could react, one of his arms had already been severed.

There's no way around it; I told you this dagger can cut through iron like mud, I'm not kidding.

Anything produced by Momo is guaranteed to be of high quality.

"Ah!" Fu Jinhuai screamed in agony as blood gushed out. He stared at Mo Yuyu in disbelief.

Mo Yuyu gripped the blood-stained dagger, her eyes unusually resolute: "Brother Huai, for the sake of the child, I can only ask you to make this sacrifice."

Qingmo's lips curled up into a mocking smile: "What a loving mother you are."

He gestured for his servant to retrieve the dagger; it was still usable after being washed, and such a fine item shouldn't be given away.

Fu Jinhuai was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but Mo Yuyu ignored him and looked at Qingmo anxiously: "Madam, I have done as you said. Please give Lin'er back to me."

Qingmo crossed her arms and sneered, "Aunt Mo is decisive, but do you think you can get your child back with just one knife? You're too naive."

Mo Yuyu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she asked in terror, "Madam, what...what do you mean?"

Qingmo slowly walked up to her and said, word by word, "You personally handed me your weakness, so how could I easily give it back to you, little sister? Don't be naive."

"From now on, come to my courtyard and kneel for three hours every day before we talk."

Having said that, she ignored the two of them and walked away.

Mo Yuyu gritted her teeth in hatred; she had actually been deceived by this bitch.

However, her immediate priority was to fetch a doctor for Fu Jinhuai. She also regretted her impulsiveness; how could she have listened to that woman and actually severed Brother Huai's hand?

Will my brother hate me to death in the future?

No, no, he loves her, he will understand her. She could only comfort herself that everything was alright, and that they could still be as inseparable as before.

When Fu Jinhuai woke up again, the first thing he looked at was his hand, and he found that it was really broken. Only then did he realize that this was not a dream.

It turns out that the person he cherished most could actually do such a cruel thing to him.

In her heart, he was not even as good as a disfigured child.

He loved Mo Yuyu so much that he cherished their child as a result. But what about her? Did he even hold a place in her heart?

"Brother Huai, I..."

"No need to say anything, I understand. From now on, our feelings for each other are like this hand, and can never be the same again."

No matter what Mo Yuyu said, a rift eventually formed between the two. The two who once claimed to be in love eventually became a resentful couple.

Separate? No way, Qingmo is firmly pressed here, locked up for me.

Regardless of wind or rain, Mo Yuyu would come to Qingmo Courtyard and kneel there for three hours, while Fu Jinhuai could only take care of all the chamber pots in the mansion.

If he doesn't do it, they will be beaten and starved, after all, Qingmo never supports useless people.

Forget about masters and mistresses; she is the only true master of this mansion.

Want to leave the manor? Without her permission, who would dare let them out?

If you're going to be a kept man, you have to be prepared for it.

She didn't even murder her husband, which shows how magnanimous she was.

As for the cheap fake son, he'll definitely be beaten three times a day. How can he live a good life?

After a few years of recuperation, he was old enough to work, so he went to clean the chamber pots with his father. After all, Fu Jinhuai had difficulty using one hand, and the servants in the mansion all said that he didn't clean them very well.

Giving him a successor would be a good idea.

"Mother, isn't this going too far towards Father and Brother?"

Several years have passed, and the original owner's real son, under Qingmo's care, has grown into a young boy.

The scars on my face are still somewhat visible under the clear foam medication, but they are no longer very noticeable.

By studying the Four Books and understanding the principles of things, he was already quite favored by his teacher at a young age.

Now that she's learned a little, she's started to feel sorry for her own father.

"Snapped."

With a slap, Qingmo landed on his face.

The servants in the mansion had told him everything since he was a child. Since he was still so saintly, why didn't they go and clean the chamber pots together?

“From now on, the young master will no longer need to go to school. Let him go and live with his father, brother, and aunt.”

Before Fu Yuan could even utter a word, he was taken away.

As for whether he will have a good life with that bunch of scumbags, what does that have to do with her?

Every now and then, the butler would say, "Madam, Young Master Yuan has been double-beaten by his concubine and master again."

"Madam, Young Master Yuan has been beaten by Young Master Lin again."

"Madam, Young Master Yuan's leg is broken."

Clear foam: ...

Why are you telling me this? You don't think I'd feel sorry for you, do you?

A scumbag's offspring is an illegitimate child, passed down through generations; let him suffer the consequences himself.

"Ding, congratulations on completing the mission. We will take you away from this world immediately."

"Ding, area score settled: 1000, balance..."

The path to immortality remains unchanged.

"Xiao Wu, let's begin the next task."