Lu Zhenming, the Lu Family's legitimate young master, looked haughty and sneered. "Mo, what? You came to my Lu Family to mooch off us..."
Before he could finish, Madam Lu's expression cooled slightly. "Ming'er!"
Lu Zhenming froze.
Madam Lu said sternly, "Do not be rude before our guest."
Though Madam Lu looked amiable, as the Matriarch of the household, she carried an innate authority.
Even though Lu Zhenming was the favored successor, he did not dare defy his mother's orders. He could only lower his head slightly and say:
"Yes, Mother..."
Mo Hua's gaze shifted faintly.
Madam Lu looked at Mo Hua. The thin anger between her brows faded, replaced by a kind smile as she said gently:
"Ming'er has been spoiled since childhood and has forgotten his manners. Please forgive him, Young Master Mo."
Mo Hua nodded. "Madam Lu is too courteous."
Madam Lu sighed. "Young Master Mo is the one who is cultured, reasonable, and mindful of the greater picture."
Then she looked at Lu Zhenming again and said pointedly:
"Small squabbles and a little temper between young people are perfectly normal..."
"But as a child of a Great Clan, one must be broad-minded and place the bigger picture first. Only then can one shoulder great responsibilities and achieve something in the future."
"Besides, the great families have always been tangled together like roots and branches, with marriage ties everywhere."
"If you count back ten or more generations, everyone is related somehow. In the end, we are all one family. Do not let trivial matters sour relations. Harmony brings wealth, and unity accomplishes great things..."
Madam Lu instructed him earnestly.
Lu Zhenming sneered inwardly. Who is family with this Mo Hua? One day, I will skin him and pull out his tendons.
Yet before Madam Lu, Lu Zhenming