This small square handkerchief looked unremarkable and was stained with a lot of dirt. It almost seemed like something that should be thrown into the trash can. Only then did Han Xiaolv reluctantly use it.
She was thinking of finding a clean tissue to replace it later, but who would have thought that Mu Ziyue would rush downstairs just at this moment.
Ding Muyun followed closely behind. When she came downstairs and saw this scene, she pretended to be panicked and said,
"What on earth is going on? Mu Ziyue, why is your handkerchief in Han Xiaolv's hand?"
Mu Ziyue was furious at this moment. She was so angry that steam seemed to be coming out of her seven orifices. She even wished she could burn a hole in Han Xiaolv's face.
"Do you know? This small square handkerchief of mine costs tens of thousands! It's a globally limited - edition item. I specifically asked someone to bring it back from Paris. I usually don't even dare to use it myself."
Han Xiaolv let out a soft cry and lowered her head. She didn't expect that the handkerchief she casually picked up would be so valuable.
She stupidly reached out her hand, wanting to return the handkerchief to Mu Ziyue.
Mu Ziyue let out a panicked scream again and knocked the handkerchief out of her hand onto the ground, as if she had touched some very disgusting virus.
"Get your hands away from me! Don't touch me again! I'll never use this handkerchief again. Aunt Chen, quickly throw it into the trash can. I never want to see it again."
Aunt Chen was still hesitating whether the young lady's words were just out of anger. After all, this thing was quite valuable. If she casually threw it into the trash can and the young lady regretted it later and took it out on her, what should she do?
Just as she was standing there, not knowing what to do, Ding Muyun quickly walked over, kicked the thing on the ground, and quietly kicked it into the trash can.
In fact, even Ding Muyun didn't expect that Han Xiaolv would use Mu Ziyue's handkerchief to wipe her nose. This woman was really a godsend.
She was originally afraid that Lu Xue and Han Xiaolv wouldn't touch the small handkerchief on the sofa, so she deliberately made a little stain on it, hoping to frame them.
Now it was even better. They were caught red - handed, and this little trick of framing wasn't even needed.
She pretended to be gentle and said to Han Xiaolv,
"You must not have done it on purpose. Quickly apologize to Mu Ziyue."
Then Ding Muyun turned to Mu Ziyue and whispered in her ear,
"Don't blame her. After all, these two are just country bumpkins. How would they know that your handkerchief is a luxury item?"
At this time, Lu Xue quietly glanced at the small handkerchief.
This handkerchief was indeed a limited - edition item from a certain brand's spring collection. At that time, this brand had even approached Lu Xue, hoping to cooperate with her on a joint project and have her draw the illustrations for their spring collection, but Lu Xue had refused.
Because Lu Xue actually didn't like this brand very much in her heart. She thought that all the designs of this brand focused more on flashy design sense and rarely reflected some core content.
Since they had different ideas, she had no good impression of this brand at all. She never thought that she would see Mu Ziyue using this brand here today.
Han Xiaolv beside her was already gaping, not knowing what to do. Lu Xue just casually said,
"This handkerchief is really ugly. Since it's dirty, just throw it away."
This sentence was like a bombshell. The moment it landed, it almost pushed the hostile atmosphere in the room to its peak.
Mu Ziyue was so angry that she almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Pointing at Lu Xue, she complained to Ding Muyun,
"Did you hear that? Did you hear what she said? She actually said my handkerchief is ugly. What does this country bumpkin know? Has she ever used anything this good in her life?"
The irritated Mu Ziyue was like a firecracker at this moment and was almost about to explode on the spot.
"I must ask my brother to give me an explanation for this. Either I'll make Lu Xue pack up her shabby things and get out of my house today, or he can forget about having me as his sister!"
Ding Muyun didn't expect that Lu Xue would actually offend Mu Ziyue on her own initiative.
On one hand, she pretended to be weak and tried to persuade Mu Ziyue. On the other hand, she gloated as she sized up Lu Xue and Han Xiaolv.
That night, Mu Yuze was forced to come over.
He still had a lot of business in his company, but he was urged all the way here by his sister's non - stop calls. He felt a bit impatient.
When he arrived and understood the ins and outs of the matter, he found that it was actually quite simple.
Mu Ziyue stood in the stairwell, crying and shouting loudly,
"Brother, you must make her move out today. I can't stand living under the same roof as her anymore. Make a choice today. It's either her or me."
Ding Muyun stood beside her with a worried look on her face, but there was a faint sense of gloating in her heart.
Since things had gotten to this point, Mu Yuze would surely give Mu Ziyue an explanation. Maybe today was the day when Lu Xue would move out of the Mu Mansion.
Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly heard Mu Yuze say,
"Send the brand, style, and color of this small handkerchief to Yan Hua. I'll ask him to buy a new one for you as soon as possible."