Unfortunately, that's the reality! A reality that everyone could see very clearly!
"Oh, I'm so sorry, but all these things are mine now. Although they're not much, they are, after all, my winnings. I'll just reluctantly accept them." Mu Hanyan's feigned difficulty woke Mu Cheng from his stupor. Then, Mu Cheng wished he hadn't woken up at all.
Mu Cheng's eyes were bloodshot as he watched Mu Hanyan methodically collect his precious herbs, with a lump of old blood stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out. The bastard who boasts about taking advantage! I swear, I could bite you to death!
"That's enough, everyone disperse," Yue Fanling said with a smile on her face, looking at Mu Hanyan who also wore a smile. Her mood at that moment was surprisingly good.
After the crowd had dispersed, Mu Hanyan turned to look at Yue Fanling, flashed her a sweet smile, and then stretched out her arms to embrace Yue Fanling: "Thank you, Mother, for indulging my willfulness." In everyone else's eyes, she was bound to lose, just squandering away, but Yue Fanling didn't show the slightest intention to stop her. How could Mu Hanyan's heart not be moved?
Yue Fanling was startled, her heart nearly stopped at that moment, yet she was also overjoyed. Han Yan usually listened to her, but she had never expressed her feelings so straightforwardly nor had she been so close to her as she was now. And the way she had clung to her, crying so fiercely just earlier in the room, that was also a first.
"My Han Yan is the best, she's not willful at all," Yue Fanling said happily.
Mu Hanyan laughed again. Ah, mothers are like that, in their eyes, no matter what you do, there's always a reason, and it's always right.
"You two, come with me," Mu Hanyan said, turning to Huayue and Zirong.
Although Huayue was seriously injured, her frail body still stood upright, and after acknowledging the command, they followed behind Mu Hanyan. Zirong's gaze was somewhat complex as she followed as well.
Yue Fanling wanted to follow, but after thinking it over, she decided not to. She always felt that her Hanyan was a bit different, but what exactly had changed? After Mu Hanyan and the other two had walked a distance, Yue Fanling was still deep in thought, and then, as if struck by a realization, she suddenly smacked one fist into the palm of her other hand. That's it! Han Yan had changed, become more sensible! Look, she even knew to say thank you, and she gave such a big hug too! She's become so much more sensible. Yue Fanling was filled with contentment.
If Mu Hanfeng had been there, he would have definitely curled his lip, thinking this 'surprised by favor' act was a bit too much, no? It was surely due to being overindulged from the start. Just a hug and you're more sensible? Mother, how low are your expectations for Hanyan?
Mu Hanyan led the two to the hall of her courtyard. The living room wasn't big, but it was generously decorated, and the items displayed were quite valuable. This clearly showed the extent of Yue Fanling's concern for Mu Hanyan; when it came to anything related to Hanyan, even the smallest details were carefully attended to. Googlᴇ search noveⅼfire.net
Mu Hanyan sat in the seat of honor, looking at the two silent, thin youths standing in the middle of the living room. She knew very well in her heart that these two didn't think much of her. Who would have expected anything from the infamous playboy of Heishi City? What else could she do besides eating, drinking, and merrymaking? Oh right, she could also stir up trouble with her band of ruffian friends. Speaking of those companions, Mu Hanyan herself felt a bit embarrassed.
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