The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 61 - 0: This aunt is a bit fierce

Tao Xingni was lying on the ground for quite a while before she finally got up, her whole body aching.

Damn Jiang He, she wouldn't let him get away with this!

She gritted her teeth as she walked to the mirror to check her condition. One look, and she was startled: "Oh my god! Who is that woman with the swollen face that looks like a steamed bun in the mirror? And her chest is bruised..."

Tao Xingni didn't dare delay any longer. Grabbing her wallet, she rushed to the hospital.

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Several days had passed, and Mu Bai had been "locked" in the courtyard. It wasn't that she didn't want to leave—she simply couldn't. She had no idea what was happening outside, let alone whether the matter regarding her attempt to harm Zhao Minmin, that wretched woman, had been resolved.

Her grandfather kept her locked in here. What was going on?

Mu Bai thought about it over and over, and apart from her strict grandfather, she couldn't think of anyone else who would use such a ridiculously old-fashioned method to "discipline" her.

Hmph! So what if she's being grounded? It's not like she hasn't been confined before—what was there to be afraid of?

Previously, her grandfather would just lock her in the house, not allowing her to leave her own room.

The books on the desk had been left untouched by Mu Bai. She didn't believe that even if she didn't copy the books, that woman would "discipline" her.

Who was she?

She was the eldest daughter of the Mu family in the Capital City. Who dared to discipline her?

That woman was definitely hired by her grandfather. Her grandfather clearly hadn't given up on her.

Yes, that's exactly it.

Mu Bai lounged comfortably on the deck chair in the courtyard, draped in a creamy-white ancient robe, basking in the sun, and nibbling on the fruit laid out on the table. Her days were almost too leisurely.

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Ever since junior high, Mu Bai had been a rebellious teenage girl. The more her family forbade her from doing things, the more determined she was to do them. Fighting, singing karaoke—she'd done everything a delinquent would, except dating boys.

Even now, she had a thumb-sized tattoo hidden on her arm.

"Leisurely, huh!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, startling Mu Bai.

"When did you get here?" She blurted out. "Why don't you make any sound when you walk—like a ghost!"

"When you were carelessly spitting grape skins everywhere," Mu Qiuniang responded, her face calm.

Mu Bai stood up awkwardly. "Well, I was just bored..." Honestly, she usually didn't litter. Really, she swore.

"If you're bored, how about copying those books I told you to?"

"I haven't!" Mu Bai retorted. "What era is it now? Who even copies that stuff anymore?"

Without saying a word, Mu Qiuniang pulled out a whip.

Her cryptic gaze, coupled with the chill exuding powerfully from her entire being, made Mu Bai feel a little nervous. "What are you doing with that whip?"

"Punishing you!" With those words, the whip lashed out.

"Ah! You lunatic! How dare you hit me?!" Mu Bai shrieked. "Aren't you the one Grandpa invited? And you dare to lay a hand on me..."

This forgetful woman completely overlooked the fact that she had been whipped by Mu Qiuniang just days earlier. Back then, Qiuniang had already mentioned that she wasn't someone her grandfather had "invited."

Honestly, even her grandfather wouldn't have the authority to "invite" someone like Mu Qiuniang—get real!

Mu Qiuniang lashed her relentlessly, leaving Mu Bai hollering for mercy. Only when she was completely subdued did Qiuniang stop and say, "Will you copy them now?"

With her arms, legs, and back all aching, Mu Bai dared not refuse anymore and replied hurriedly, "I'll copy, I'll copy... I'll copy if that's what it takes!"

"I'll check later," Mu Qiuniang said, walking away.

Mu Bai quickly called out, "Wait a moment!"

Mu Qiuniang halted and turned back: "What is it?"

Even without saying a word, her cold, expressionless face seemed to ask the question. Feeling timid, Mu Bai hesitated before finally saying, "What's going on outside now?"

Recalling the hotly-discussed drama *"Honey, Let's Get Married,"* Mu Qiuniang showed no reaction.

"I mean about my situation..." Mu Bai elaborated.

"Still being handled," Mu Qiuniang said icily before turning away.

Mu Bai: "..." I know it's still being handled, but how far along is it?

Damn woman, she even made me call her "Great Aunt." This is outrageous!

Hmph! She'd better not let me out, or else...

Mu Bai didn't dare finish her thought. After all, Qiuniang had clarified she wasn't someone Grandpa invited. If even her grandfather couldn't control her, then who could?

Who exactly was this woman?

Could she be an enemy of the Mu family?

If she was an enemy, though, why would she share the same surname?

A relative?

No, that didn't make sense either. If she were truly a relative, who could hold more authority than her grandfather?

Mu Bai's thoughts went round in circles.

Taking a step forward, she realized her legs hurt. Only then did she remember that she'd just been whipped moments ago, and she gritted her teeth in anger—this woman was way too ruthless!

But as she bent over to inspect her injuries, she was surprised to find that despite the pain, not a single wound or bruise was visible.

"This is unreal!"

Mu Bai's heart sank, and she felt a chill down her spine.

Could she really have met a ghost?!

Thinking about the distinctly classical style of the courtyard—spacious yet eerily desolate, with only her living there—Mu Bai shivered. She'd been staying here for several days now, completely unable to leave. Stranger still, although she hadn't seen a single person, her breakfast, lunch, and dinner were always delivered neatly on the round table in her room, as was hot water.

She hadn't thought much about it before, but the more she dwelled on it, the more unsettling it became. Mu Bai was starting to suspect that she truly was staying in a "ghost house." Could that woman with the same surname really be a ghost?

But then again, how could a female ghost show up in broad daylight, not to mention personally getting her released from the police station...

Wasn't it said that ghosts feared "righteousness" and official places like police stations? Could they even enter such places?

Mu Bai dragged a stool over to sit across from the round table, staring it down intently.

Hmph! This time, I'll figure out exactly what kind of ghostly trickery this is!

The hours ticked by, and before she knew it, night had quietly fallen.

Mu Bai had to admit she was impressed with her own patience—she'd sat idly all afternoon!

Yet despite straining her eyes, the table remained just a table, showing no signs of anything out of the ordinary.

Her stomach growled incessantly, but dinner hadn't been delivered yet, and she was starting to feel annoyed.

What was this, an attempt to starve her?!

Unable to bear the hunger and still staring vigilantly at the table, Mu Bai finally stood up, opened the door, and shouted outside, "I'm hungry! Hurry up and bring dinner!"

"Did you hear me?"

"Someone say something!"

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She yelled several times but received no response, growing increasingly frustrated.

Damn it! It's usually delivered on time. Why is it so late today?

While she was yelling, she failed to notice a swirling ball of white mist. Within it, a blob of black ink inexplicably formed in mid-air, sketching out a luxurious dinner spread on the table...