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Mu Xichen maintained his composure, and there was even a faint smile on his face.
A while later, he laughed.
“You know,” Mu Xichen looked at his face and slowly continued, “a porcupine has all those thorns on its body because it’s so fragile on the inside that it could die at a slight touch.”
With that, he placed his hands in his pocket and started walking.
He kept his eyes on Mu Donglin. “Without that thorny exterior, it’s just a ball of flesh.”
Mu Donglin’s expression darkened.
Was he trying to say that his strong front was but a show?
Mu Xichen continued smiling, and there was some pity in his eyes. “Your thorns, how long can you keep them for?”
Mu Donglin’s face was almost distorted from the anger. He scoffed and said, “At least a porcupine has thorns. Some people, on the other hand, are just a ball of flesh and nothing more.”
Mu Xichen widened his smile. “Then try me. Let’s see if this ball of flesh can get your thorns off.”
Thereafter, he turned around and walked away.
But just a moment later, he stopped, as if he’d just remembered something. “Right.”
Mu Donglin was slightly stunned and had a bad feeling about this.
“With this face of yours now, I doubt you can go out and about meeting people. So, I especially got Miss Lin to come and look after you.”
Mu Donglin was confused. “What?”
Miss Lin?
Lin Kerou?
Mu Xichen walked out steadily and saw Lin Kerou before him.
Lin Kerou cowered slightly but tried her best to smile. “Chief Mu.”
Mu Xichen glanced at her and said, “Go and comfort him. He’s injured, how pitiful.”
Mu Donglin’s face went black as he yelled, “Mu Xichen!”
But Mu Xichen pretended not to hear anything as he took his leave.
Lin Kerou entered and got a shock when she saw Mu Donglin’s face.
Her heart ached as she hurried towards him. “Brother Donglin…”
Mu Donglin looked at Lin Kerou’s eyes and flared up. “Who got you here, scram!”
This shouting wasn’t enough to quell his anger.
He kicked the wall hard as he continued, “Mu Xichen! I’ll get this back!”
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After dinner, the Li Family and Mu Che sat on the couch for some day-to-day conversation.
Li Beinian was exhausted and yawned.
Li Xueqing saw it and said, “Nian Nian, are you tired? You filmed for the whole of yesterday, you should rest early.”
Yes, quickly leave. Don’t get in the way of my marriage discussions.
Li Beinian was more than happy to hear that. “I’ll be off first then, Uncle and Aunt.”
“Don’t leave first. We’ll get Donglin to send you back.” Wu Meiya turned to the housemaid behind. “Look for Eldest Young Master.”
“Yes.”
But as soon as the housemaid left, Mu Xichen appeared before them.
Mu Che stood up when he saw him. “Xichen, come to the study room with Dad. I have something to say to you.”
“You can say it here.” Mu Xichen looked at him. “I’m leaving.”
Mu Che’s smile stiffened. “The house has been so quiet without you around. Since you’ve left the army, move back with us.”
“No.” Mu Xichen looked calm as usual. “I’m living very well where I am. I shan’t trouble you.”
“Xichen, I’m your father, this is your home. There’s no trouble at all. What’s with these civilities?” Mu Che appeared rather sad. “Dad misses you. Come home.”