Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mu Chengxi stared at Wen Xin, initially not fully grasping her words. After a few seconds, he wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
His heart raced with a bit of chaos, as this was the most definitive answer he had ever received from Wen Xin. He had finally gotten what he had been waiting for.
Holding Wen Xin close, he inhaled her scent greedily, the sound of the rain outside complementing the moment. He felt like the happiest man alive.
Wen Xin, wrapped in Mu Chengxi’s arms, could feel his erratic heartbeat. She chuckled softly within his embrace, realizing that even the most composed men weren’t as collected as they appeared.
Mu Chengxi took Wen Xin to dine at the old madam’s courtyard. During the meal, an uninvited guest stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.
Mu Chengxi looked at the slumped figure of Mu Zhan with a dark expression. The atmosphere tensed as everyone waited for his reaction, while Wen Xin continued to eat, seemingly unaffected by the sudden intrusion.
“Grandma, if you don’t take care of Mu Chengxi, we’re all going to be driven to jump off a building! The Mu family’s assets belong to all of us; why does he get the final say?”
Mu Zhan, seated at the table, pointed accusingly at Mu Chengxi, airing his grievances about the decisions made in the company. Since Mu Chengxi took over, people were even less inclined to listen to Mu Zhan, making his job increasingly difficult.
The old madam frowned deeply at the sight of the incoherent Mu Zhan. “The absurd things you’ve done at Mu Shi, don’t think I’m unaware. Complaining here will do you no good. You better start correcting your own issues!”
Seeing Mu Zhan’s outburst, the old madam felt a headache coming on. She couldn’t understand how the newer generations of the Mu family were deteriorating, with the only hope resting on the other three grandsons.
“My issue? My issue is your favoritism. Why does he, who does nothing in the capital and is notorious for his irresponsibility, become the Crown Prince of Beijing because of your favor, and even the head of the Mu family? He’s meddling in the company’s affairs and nearly ruining the Qin family!”
“Grandma, we’ve always been envious of your affection for him but never said anything because we thought he posed no competition to us. But we were naive; it’s us who lack the ability to compete. You and grandfather had long planned to hand over the Mu family to him. We, who jump up and down, are just clowns!”
In a fit of emotion, Mu Zhan stood up and, approaching the dining table, grabbed Wen Xin’s plate and threw it to the ground.
“What is she? Just a wild girl from the countryside. We’re discussing family matters and she’s still eating here, not knowing her place. Get out! My wife hasn’t even had a meal with Grandma, why should you?!”
Enraged, Mu Zhan attempted to grab Wen Xin’s arm, intending to drag her out.
No one expected Mu Zhan’s move. The old madam became agitated at the sight of Mu Zhan attacking Wen Xin. This lunatic was really capable of doing anything.
Mu Jinyan, who had been wary since Mu Zhan charged in, stood to grab Mu Zhan, but before he could, a crisp sound of breaking bone echoed.
Everyone was shocked to see Mu Chengxi, who stood up with a somber face. His hand was on Mu Zhan’s shoulder. It was clear that the sound of the breaking bone didn’t come from him.
Following the direction of Mu Zhan’s arm, they saw Wen Xin holding his wrist with her porcelain-like fingers. Mu Zhan’s arm now hung limply, clearly broken by Wen Xin.
Broken… The concept of effortlessly breaking a grown man’s arm with a simple twist was shocking.
“Ahh…” It took about twenty seconds for the delayed pain to hit the drunken Mu Zhan before he screamed.
As he yelled, Mu Chengxi, without mercy, flung him across the room.
“Housekeeper, take him to the hospital.”
Mu Chengxi’s icy tone made everyone shiver, witnessing for the first time the wrathful side of the usually gentle Mu Chengxi.
The housekeeper and several servants quickly carried Mu Zhan out of the dining room, not daring any delay, fearing Mu Chengxi’s anger.
Meanwhile, Mu Chengxi took a wet wipe from a nearby box and carefully cleaned Wen Xin’s hands, his voice returning to its usual gentleness.
“Next time, you don’t have to do it yourself; you shouldn’t dirty your hands.”
Wen Xin, watching Mu Chengxi’s gentle care, raised an eyebrow and smiled in good spirits, responding, “Okay!”
The four people watching their interaction were filled with surprise and astonishment. After such a commotion, the couple could still converse so calmly—it was indeed an eye-opener.
The old madam sighed deeply and her expression slowly returned to normal. She looked at Wen Xin thoughtfully; she had thought Mu Chengxi was unruly enough.
But having seen Wen Xin’s decisive action, she realized that Wen Xin was even more assertive than Mu Chengxi, no wonder she could tame him.
“Aunt Fu, please prepare another set of tableware for Xiaoxin. Don’t let irrelevant people spoil everyone’s mood for dinner and waste this good meal,’ the old madam said calmly to Aunt Fu standing nearby. She had weathered many storms in her life and did not take this small incident to heart.
Qin Qiong, who had been waiting in the car for Mu Zhan, hastily jumped out upon seeing him being carried out by several people. She inadvertently clutched at her belly as she moved, but she paid it no mind.
“What happened? How did this happen?” Qin Qiong, not minding the rain, rushed to Mu Zhan’s side to check on his injuries.
“Young Madam, the Young Master slipped in the rainy weather, and he was drunk; he accidentally fell and broke his arm. We are preparing to take him to the hospital now. Since you are here, Young Madam, let’s go to the hospital together..”