My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The manager of the winery hurriedly agreed and left in a hurry.

Mrs. Zhong and the hotel manager walked past each other. Mrs. Zhong was already frowning, and her frown immediately deepened when she saw him.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you leave the business to your son? How can your son raise his head in the company if you keep checking the accounts?"

Mrs. Zhong sat down opposite Mr. Zhong, and spoke up for her son.

Mr. Zhong was already in a bad mood. Hearing what Mrs. Zhong said, his face immediately darkened.

"What does a woman like you know? If it weren't for the fact that your good son is disappointing, would I need to work so hard to check the accounts? I'm warning you, don't be nosy. It's not your place to speak about the company!"

Mr. Zhong's words was simply tearing Mrs. Zhong down. It could be seen how close the two of them were.

Mrs. Zhong had just been holding back her anger outside. Now that she was slapped in the face by Mr. Zhong without hesitation, the anger in her heart immediately rose.

However, when she recalled that the financial power of the family was still in her husband's hands, she had no choice but to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Alright, let's not talk about our son."

Mrs. Zhong gave herself a way out and tried her best to calm down. "Do you know that the Du family is back again? They'd even snatched the business of the beauty salon I built up painstakingly. How despicable!"

"Mom, have some tea."

Zhong Qingran walked out of the villa and put a cup of freshly brewed tea beside Mrs. Zhong.

Mrs. Zhong picked up the teacup and drank it in frustration, not realizing that the tea was still hot.

"Ah! Are you trying to scald me to death? How did I give birth to a useless daughter like you? You can't even make a cup of tea. Do you want me to die before you're satisfied?"

Mrs. Zhong didn't dare to flare up at Mr. Zhong, but she wasn't polite at all to Zhong Qingran, the daughter who got married and divorced and returned to her parents' home. She scolded her immediately.

Towards the end, she was so angry that he splashed the hot tea in her hand on Zhong Qingran.

She didn't hesitate at all, as if the person standing in front of her wasn't her biological daughter, but an enemy.

Zhong Qingran screamed from the scalding tea, but she didn't dare to complain. Instead, she became even more humble.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't do it on purpose. I'll definitely pay attention next time. Please don't be angry."

Because of what happened to the Du family, Zhong Qingran became even more disliked in the Zhong family. In order to continue staying in the Zhong family, she could only do housework as a servant.

For the past six months, she had been very busy. She was busy cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and even running errands for everyone in the family.

If her family had any troubles, they would scold her the moment they opened their mouths. This kind of life made Zhong Qingran suffer very much.

She had thought of leaving the Zhong family, but she couldn't bear to part with everything in the Zhong family, so she could only resent her family in her mind and please everyone in the family humbly.

"It's all your fault. You're a jinx. If it weren't for you, the Zhong family wouldn't have attracted so much trouble and my beauty salon's business wouldn't have been snatched away!"

Mrs. Zhong didn't soften at all because of her daughter's pleading. Instead, she cursed even more fiercely.

"Mom, I... I've never been to your beauty salon. The trouble in your business has nothing to do with me."

Zhong Qingran held back the resentment in her heart and defended herself in a low voice with an aggrieved look.

Slap!

Zhong Qingran's explanation made Mrs. Zhong even more furious and she directly threw the cup in her hand at her.