Chapter 11: Chapter 11 What Makes an Unfilial Daughter

Editor: Larbre Studio

Imitating a lion’s roar, the little one quickly caught up to Mo Jun’s pace.

The gatekeeper, unaware of Xiaomo’s existence, watched Mo Jun’s retreating figure and sneered disdainfully, “An overreaching little slut!”

Having cursed, he deliberately stepped forward and raised his voice to announce, “Master, Miss Jun has returned!”

Mo Zhenggang, waiting in the living room, instantly clouded over with a chilling gaze.

Mo Xinyu, who had returned early as well, looked toward the door with a glint of schadenfreude in her eyes.

This little slut Mo Jun dared to leave the house without permission; today, she was surely doomed!

Mo Jun, hearing the gatekeeper’s deliberate announcement, simply scoffed and then pushed open the doors of the living room without hesitation—

As she entered, Mo Zhenggang, sitting authoritatively on the sofa, didn’t even glance at her before he ordered sternly, “Come here and kneel down!”

His roar froze the atmosphere of the entire living room.

Both Mo Xinyu and Zhang Qin, who sat beside her well-maintained, felt a great sense of triumph inside.

Every time they witnessed Mo Zhenggang tormenting this daughter, both mother and daughter felt a rush of satisfaction.

Zhang Qin, in particular, not only stole Mo Jun’s status as the legitimate daughter of the Mo Family, but she also usurped the place of her short-lived mother.

Now, everything of the Mo Family belonged to them, and she was truly the biggest winner in life.

Watching Mo Jun being tormented every day had also become a great pleasure for her.

However, Mo Zhenggang was already furious.

That Mo Jun, who used to only withstand and capitulate, unwilling to fight back, did not step forward to kneel subserviently as before.

Instead, she stood calmly at the doorway, without a trace of sadness or panic.

Instead, she regarded them with a pair of indifferent eyes.

Mo Zhenggang noticed her abnormal behavior and frowned, his gaze growing even more ferocious, “What is that look in your eyes? I told you to come here and kneel down, don’t you understand?”

“I understand,” Mo Jun replied with a detached nod.

“If you understand, then come here and kneel down! Mo Jun, let me tell you, there is no room for your wilfulness in this house. I’ve said before, if you don’t behave, don’t blame me for enforcing the family rules.” Mo Zhenggang rose angrily, directly instructing the servants, “Someone, bring me the whip; today I must discipline this unfilial daughter to death.”

“Unfilial daughter?” Mo Jun suddenly let out a cold laugh, her tone audacious.

Hearing her scoff, Mo Zhenggang and Mo Xinyu were momentarily stunned.

Mo Jun would occasionally talk back and retort, but she had never done so with such a defiant tone.

Subconsciously, Mo Zhenggang and the others sensed something different about Mo Jun at that moment.

“What makes me an unfilial daughter?” Mo Jun challenged Mo Zhenggang with her gaze, deliberately and coolly questioning.

“The current status of the Mo Family, the luxury and riches you enjoy today are all thanks to my efforts. So, Father, may I ask where I have been unfilial?”

“Heh—” Mo Zhenggang laughed coldly, his eyes sharp, “You say the Mo Family’s status today is all your doing? Mo Jun, I see not only are you unfilial, but you’re also shameless. I raised you, trained you, I am your father, you show no gratitude and even think of rebelling? Now, get on your knees immediately; otherwise, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!”

And right at that moment, the servant returned with his leather whip.

Mo Zhenggang took the whip, his eyes darkening as he stared at Mo Jun and fiercely swung the whip through the air.

“Crack—” The whip sliced through the air, emitting a chilling whistling sound.