Chapter 65
65: Chapter 65 Hand Burned 4
65 -65 Hand Burned 4
Ming Xue stormed up to her, her hand raised to slap her across the face.
Mo Ran caught her hand in time, flinging it aside, and Ming Xue paused, slightly startled, before swinging again.
This time, her hand missed, and she stumbled, bumping into the table which had a bowl of piping hot pork rib winter melon soup on it.
Seeing the bowl about to topple, Mo Ran’s hand was faster than her brain could react, “Careful!”
She reached out to steady the bowl, but it was too late—the soup spilled out, scalding her hand completely.
“Ah!” She quickly pulled her hand back, gasping with pain.
Grandma, hearing the commotion, hurried over and grew very anxious, “Miss Mo, how are you?”
Seeing her hands were reddened by the scalding, she tugged at her to hurry to the kitchen, “Quick, rinse it under cold water.”
Ming Xue, too, was shocked by the sudden turn of events.
Seeing she was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief and, looking toward the kitchen, she sneered without sympathy, “Serves you right!”
Fortunately, the burns weren’t very serious—just a bit red and swollen, and no skin had peeled off.
Grandma treated her with ointment, and it felt a lot better.
“Miss Mo, I think it’s still best to go to the hospital to have it checked out.”
“No need, it’s nothing serious,” Mo Ran shook her head.
She could bear this much injury.
Grandma sighed softly, “I didn’t expect Mr.
Gu to bring another woman home, Miss Mo, I saw everything just now.
If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Grandma, it’s not her fault, I reached out for it myself.” It was her own meddling that had led to this.
Grandma had nothing more to say but advised her not to get her hands wet in the next few days.
After thanking Grandma, Mo Ran headed upstairs to go back to her room but heard music coming from the dance studio at the end of the hallway.
She walked over, puzzled, to see Ming Xue in a loose dance outfit, energetically dancing.
Since Ming Xue had moved into the villa, she could take over anything, except for this dance studio—Mo Ran needed this space for dance practice to prepare for the finals.
Pushing the door open, she watched her coldly, not uttering a word.
Ming Xue stopped her routine, oblivious to her displeasure.
“You’re just in time.
I want to ask you, is this the place where you usually practice dance?” she asked her.
This was because the dance studio had a tape recorder, bottles of mineral water, towels, dance outfits, and other items.
Mo Ran nodded, “That’s right, I’m the one using this space.” So, smarten up and get out, will you?