His grandpa, in his twilight years, did not have many days left.
At his decrepit age, one no longer had much ambition left.
Before his death, he only wanted to fulfill a wish he was unable to say out.
That was the unfulfilled wish he had for Mu Qingcheng.
Mu Sheng’s love for that woman was no longer in the category of adoptive father and adopted daughter.
He had once wanted to take her as his wife; it was just that she already had someone else in her heart.
However, he was very possessive; how could he endure his beloved having someone else in her heart?
Hence, at one point, he wanted to force her to comply with his will.
Although she was just a songstress, she was ready to die to preserve her chastity, so how could she comply?
In the end, in her intolerance for his sick sense of possessiveness, she fled the Mu manor with a pregnant body.
For this, the Mus sent out countless people to search for her, but all were led in a wild goose chase by her. He could not wait to flip the capital over to get her back consequences be damned.
However, when he finally found her, she was already a cold corpse.
The car accident was an irony.
If not for hiding from those sent out by the Mu family, how would she have gotten into a car accident?
Remorseful and guilt-ridden, he felt as if a knife were twisting his heart. He fell sick thereafter and was bedridden for a long time.
In the end, he pinned his wish on Mu Wanrou.
He was unable to marry her mother, but if she could at least marry into the Mu family, his wish was as good as fulfilled.
It was this perverted infatuation of his grandfather that Mu Yazhe refused to bring Yun Shishi back to the Mu family.
He did not dare to imagine what crazy things his grandpa would do if he saw her, who was nearly identical to Mu Qingcheng.
Besides, the Mu family was locked in a chaotic, internal strife; he treaded on thin ice to become the present him.
Right now, he was biding his time for a chance to exterminate the rebels inside the Mu family.
Before this was all accomplished, he would never let his woman take even half a step into this tiger’s den.
Just as Mu Sheng moved to speak after the prolonged silence, Mu Yazhe asked, “Grandpa, are you set on me marrying this woman?”
Mu Wanrou bit her lower lip and lightly placed her hand on the old man’s shoulder.
Raising his gaze, the old man’s withered hand covered the back of hers as he looked at his grandson. “Hasn’t grandpa given in a little? If you have any woman you like outside, you can marry her as your second or third wife. As for Wanrou, she must be the Mu family’s young mistress. There’s no room for negotiation on this.”
“Since grandpa said it like this…” Mu Yazhe suddenly declared, “I’ll do according to your will!”
Mu Sheng was surprised by his words.
He thought that his grandson would continue to resist him and never expected him to consent so easily.
He was fiercely opposed to the idea before.
Now, why…
He found his docile attitude unusual, instead!
Mu Wanrou was startled, too. She did not expect him to agree to marry her!
Without looking at them, he took out a stick from a cigarette box, lit it, and added, “Since it’s grandpa’s wish, I have no more to oppose about. Besides, you’re already old. You just want my marriage to be settled according to your wishes. Since grandpa likes her, I’ll marry her!”
The two were completely floored.
She, in particular, looked comical with the shock on face.
The old man came back to his senses first. “You… Are you really willing to marry Wanrou?”