Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 893: Stupid Spare Tire (3)

Chapter 893: Chapter 893: Stupid Spare Tire (3)

On the other side, Fan Meijiao, feeling humiliated, returned to the Zhao Family with a belly full of anger. The first thing she did was order someone to tie up the maid in green and beat her with twenty strokes.

Looking at the maid who had lost half her life, Fan Meijiao still wasn’t relieved of her anger and commanded that the maid be thrown into the firewood room, forbidding anyone to bring her food or water.

Having somewhat abated her rage, Fan Meijiao deliberately messed up her own clothes and hair. Then, holding a handkerchief soaked with ginger water, she cried all the way to Madame Zhao’s courtyard.

Without waiting for the maid to announce her, Fan Meijiao burst in and knelt before Madame Zhao, sobbing uncontrollably, "Grandmother, you must stand up for your granddaughter. Otherwise, I will have no face to live on, woo-woo—"

Seeing her most beloved granddaughter crying into a teary mess, Madame Zhao’s heart ached, but unusually, she did not help up Fan Meijiao, who was prostrated at her knees. Instead, with an embarrassed face, she said to another very distinguished middle-aged lady, "This child has been spoiled by me. Today, she has been wronged outside and momentarily forgot her manners. I hope the Lady will not take offense."

The middle-aged lady glanced at the unimpressive Fan Meijiao, her brows wrinkling ever so slightly, and with a poker face, she said, "This child certainly is genuine. Madame Zhao is fortunate indeed."

Upon hearing this, Madame Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted Fan Meijiao on the shoulder, chiding her, "You child, the Duchess of Yongchang is here, and you’re still acting like a little kid. Won’t you hurry and pay your respects?"

Fan Meijiao, who had been inwardly blaming Madame Zhao for neglecting her, was momentarily stunned by her grandmother’s words. Quickly getting up to perform the courtesy to the Duchess of Yongchang, she unexpectedly stepped on the hem of her dress, causing her to lurch forward and crash into the Duchess.

"Ah—"

"Ouch—"

"Lady, be careful!"

In the chaos, the master of the house and the maids were all tangled up.

With Fan Meijiao’s collision, the Duchess of Yongchang staggered backward. Were it not for the quick reaction of the maid beside her who caught her, she might have fallen down with her chair, which would have been truly humiliating.

While the Duchess did not fall, her hairpin was askew and her clothes were disheveled, which was intolerable for someone who always cared about her image.

Mrs. Zhao calmed her granddaughter, who was crying from fright, and turned to see the Duchess of Yongchang with a stern face. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pulled Fan Meijiao forward to apologize, "Lady, this child has been rude to you. I will have her apologize to you!"

With those words, she turned a fierce face to the still crying Fan Meijiao and said, "What are you waiting for? Apologize to the Lady! You girl, you are too reckless!"

After hearing this, Fan Meijiao’s face was full of grievance. She hadn’t collided with her on purpose, so why must she apologize?

How could Madame Zhao not notice her granddaughter’s reluctance? But this time, no matter how much it pained her heart, she could not indulge her and thus gave her a push.

Fan Meijiao had no choice and without much sincerity apologized to the Duchess of Yongchang, "Lady, I have been impolite, I ask for your forgiveness!"

Watching Fan Meijiao’s reluctant behavior, the Duchess of Yongchang’s anger, which had just been suppressed, began to rise rapidly. Yet, being a guest in the Zhao Family, it was not appropriate for her to show her anger, so she had to hold it in, managing a stiff smile as she said to Madame Zhao, "A moment ago, I praised your granddaughter for being genuine, and I was not mistaken."

If the earlier praise for Fan Meijiao’s genuineness contained some sincerity, this remark was clearly the sarcasm that Fan Meijiao lacked manners.

Madame Zhao could easily perceive the sarcasm and felt as if she had been slapped across the face, inwardly cursing her granddaughter for her lack of sensibility, which had caused her, at her old age, such embarrassment.