I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 310: Having money is nothing special

He clenched his fists tightly inside the wide sleeves of his robe, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

However, the Flower Monk was cunning and shrewd. He forced himself to suppress the raging anger in his heart and squeezed out a smile that was more like a grimace.

That smile was like a distorted mask, stiff and bizarre.

His voice sounded trembling, but he still tried to remain calm as he spoke.

"Old man, you find this water sweet because your heart is full of love for the young lady. Your unwavering loyalty to your mistress is truly admirable!"

The Flower Monk looked at the situation before him with deep frustration, his wishful thinking had come to nothing.

That feeling of frustration and anger churned within me, but there was nothing I could do but swallow my anger for the time being.

His cunning eyes darted around unwillingly, like a sly fox pondering a new trick, before turning his gaze to Pei Yan and Fang Xiaoxiao on the other side.

Immediately afterwards, he put on an extremely concerned and worried expression as he looked at Hua Ruyan, his tone filled with a strong sense of self-reproach, and his voice even sounded a little trembling.

“My dear female benefactor, this humble monk has truly committed a grave error! It is all my fault for this wretched body of mine. I was so thirsty just now that I couldn’t resist drinking some water first. Who would have thought that this would lead me to drink all the remaining water, leaving such a delicate person like you without even a drop? This humble monk’s sin is immense; I truly wish I could slap myself a few times!”

As the monk spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly to Hua Ruyan, his head almost touching the ground. His feigned remorse would have made an uninformed person believe he was genuinely repentant.

“Madam, please don’t get anxious and upset, or you’ll harm your health. This humble monk will shamelessly go and borrow a water jug ​​from those two benefactors over there. Even if it means losing face, I will make sure you don’t suffer from the slightest bit of thirst.”

Looking at the monk Hua's trembling, self-reproachful face, which was almost distorted, Hua Ruyan's kind and innocent heart was instantly filled with guilt.

Her beautiful face was clouded with worry, and she was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. She felt that it was her own negligence that had put the master in such an embarrassing and self-reproachful situation.

She bit her lip lightly and hurriedly shouted at the old servant in an unquestionable and resolute tone.

"What are you all standing there for? Go quickly and borrow a kettle from that girl over there. Don't make things so difficult for the master!"

Upon hearing this, the old servant trembled violently, his face contorted with wrinkles, and he responded with extreme fear.

"Miss, it's all my fault! I'll go right away, I'll go right away!"

Before he finished speaking, the old servant, with his trembling legs that seemed about to fall apart at any moment, rushed anxiously toward Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan.

Upon approaching, the old servant's face instantly filled with a fawning smile, a smile more unsightly than a grimace, and his back bent like a bow as he obsequiously spoke to Pei Yan.

"Young master, please have mercy and lend us your water bottle. Our young lady is almost fainting from thirst. Please do us a favor and accumulate some good karma."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yan didn't even lift his eyelids. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing like a cold wall, and said coldly with a blank expression.

"No way! I never like to lend my things to outsiders, there's no room for discussion. Besides, there's hardly any water left in this kettle, just enough for my wife and me to barely quench our thirst."

Upon hearing this, the old servant became so anxious that his eyes turned red, and he stomped his feet on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His old face turned bright red, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"How can you be so heartless? Our young lady is of noble birth, and she has suffered enough to deserve this. Please, have some compassion and help her! We can give you money to buy the water in your kettle, however much you want!"

At this moment, Fang Xiaoxiao, who was sleeping soundly, woke up instantly and stood up after hearing the two talking.

Despite the old servant's tempting offer of money, Pei Yan firmly shook his head, his expression as unwavering as a block of ice that had never melted.

Fang Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a strong sense of sarcasm, and retorted to the old servant in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh ho, you've got money? So what if you've got money? It's nothing special! Don't think you can buy everyone off with a few stinking coins. It won't work here!"

However, Hua Ruyan, who was not far away, overheard every word of these words.

Hua Ruyan's face instantly turned cold, her expression so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

She strode up to Fang Xiaoxiao with great speed and anger.

Her originally beautiful face was now distorted with anger, her eyebrows stood up like two sharp swords, and her eyes were wide open, spitting out fury, as if she wanted to devour Pei Yan alive.

Hua Ruyan held her head high, looking down at Fang Xiaoxiao with an arrogant and condescending attitude. Her eyes were full of disdain and contempt, as if Fang Xiaoxiao was just a speck of dust under her feet.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but at this moment she was trembling slightly with anger, her chest heaving violently like waves in a storm.

Hua Ruyan gritted her teeth and said angrily.

"Having money is nothing special? Humph! How could you, an ignorant and penniless person, understand the importance of money? If you don't lend me your water bottle today, you'll regret it later. Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Fang Xiaoxiao frowned, casually rubbing her still somewhat dizzy head, her face showing a nonchalant expression, but she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Has this woman lost her mind? We kindly saved them, and not only are they ungrateful, but she's also putting on this arrogant and haughty act."

However, she remained outwardly calm, as if she didn't take Hua Ruyan's harsh words to heart at all, and simply spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This kettle is our own property. Whether we sell it or not is entirely up to us."

Upon hearing this, Hua Ruyan was so angry she almost fainted. Her originally beautiful face turned bright red, like a ripe tomato.

Her lips trembled, wanting to retort loudly, but she was speechless for a moment because of her anger.

Just then, the Flower Monk came running over.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, he looked flustered, his hands were clasped together, he kept bowing and muttering to himself.