A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearring the three knocks at the door, Mu Chengxi released Wen Xin to open it. The butler was there to inquire about what Wen Xin would like for dinner, as the kitchen was already starting to prepare the evening meal.

“Mr. Mu, what would Miss Wen like to eat tonight? Is there anything you want to eat?”

The butler looked towards Mu Chengxi, cautiously avoiding glancing into the room. He had only seen Wen Xin briefly when she was first brought to the manor and hadn’t had the opportunity to greet her properly. Since then, Wen Xin had not come downstairs because of her injuries, and they had not formally met.

“I’d like hot pot tonight, the spicy kind,” Wen Xin said as she got up from the bed and stood behind Mu Chengxi, nodding politely at the butler.

The butler looked at Wen Xin and was momentarily struck by her beauty. It was his first time seeing such a beautiful girl up close—her fair, radiant skin, delicate features, and the bright sparkle in her dark eyes gave her an almost ethereal quality.

“Miss Wen, very well. However, would having hot pot in the room be appropriate?”

“We don’t need to eat in the room. I can walk now. I can go downstairs to the dining room. Let’s prepare some vegetables, fatty beef slices, chicken feet, and duck feet. For everything else, ask the others what they’d like,” Wen Xin replied confidently, no longer holding back on enjoying a good meal after half a month of strict dietary therapy.

She planned to complain to Zhuge Jingming about his nearly inedible therapeutic meal plan once she returned to the capital.

Mu Chengxi, lovingly wrapping his arm around Wen Xin’s waist, made no objections and said to the butler, “Please arrange it.”

“Certainly, right away, sir!” The butler responded respectfully and hurried downstairs, eager to spread the good news among his colleagues about the master’s girlfriend being stunning and very personable.

Liang Luo Yu and Gu Yanzhe entered just in time to overhear servants gossiping about Wen Xin. Liang wanted to intervene, but Yanzhe stopped him.

“Why interfere? They aren’t speaking ill of Miss Wen. Although no one dared ask directly about her lately, everyone had started to see her as a caged canary kept by Master Xi. It’s good they’re now seeing her in a new light.”

As Liang and Gu conversed, Wen Xin followed Mu Chengxi out of the room.

After half a month’s rest, Wen Xin appeared largely unchanged, though the harshness previously surrounding her seemed to have lessened. It seemed Mu Chengxi’s efforts over the past weeks had been fruitful.

“Wen Xiaoxin, you’re out of bed now. How’s your injury?”

“It’s completely healed now, just a scar left. It’s been a while since I’ve been up and about.”

Wen Xin was in high spirits now that she could be out and about, and her demeanor towards Liang Luo Yu and Gu Yanzhe was noticeably warmer.

“It seems you’ve really recovered well. I was quite shocked when Chu Yunxuan called me about the accident.” Gu Yanzhe stood next to Liang Luoyu, his arm resting on Liang’s shoulder, and said softly with a gentle expression,

“It’s actually not that serious; I’ve fully recovered now. You all have been working hard recently.”

Mu Chengxi was constantly busy with her, leaving many matters for Liang Luoyu and Gu Yanzhe to handle.

Sometimes, when Wen Xin couldn’t sleep, she would overhear Liang Luoyu and Gu Yanzhe arguing over their disagreements about certain issues.

“Your health is more important than anything else. Mu Bei has been wanting to thank and apologize to you recently. He feels partly responsible for your injury and has been too afraid to come over.”

Thinking about Mu Bei, Liang Luoyu couldn’t help but laugh aloud; the embarrassing photo had already spread throughout their circle of friends. Some people even made it worse by turning it into emojis to mock Mu Bei.

While the group was chatting, Mu Dong and Mu Bei also came in from outside, followed by several top executives from the estate, discussing something.

As they chatted, Mu Dong and Mu Bei walked in, followed by several high-ranking members of the manor, apparently deep in discussion.

Seeing Wen Xin fully recovered, Mu Bei quickly approached her, his manner both polite and respectful.

“Miss Wen, I apologize. My failure to manage the manor properly led to your lack of protection during the incident. It’s my fault.”

Wen Xin, trying not to laugh at Mu Bei’s earnest apology, waved her hand dismissively. “This isn’t your fault; it’s my own issue. You’ve had it worse than me; there’s no need to apologize.”

At Wen Xin’s words, laughter broke out around her. Mu Bei looked around at everyone in annoyance before his gaze landed accusingly on Mu Dong. “You knew there was an issue and didn’t warn me. Now you just stand there enjoying the spectacle. That’s too much!”

“Too much?” Mu Dong looked innocently at Mu Bei.

He chuckled helplessly, “The people are yours; blaming me for your troubles is even more absurd. It’s not others’ fault you lack foresight. Perhaps you should take some time to develop your brain.”

“Hey, Mu Bei, I still have the brain tonic prescription Wen Xin gave me last time; do you want some to boost your brain?” Liang Luo Yu couldn’t resist joining in the teasing, delighted to find someone whose misfortune outshone his own, not wanting to miss an opportunity to recommend a remedy for the brain.

Despite the teasing from everyone, Mu Bei could only offer a resigned smile, already foreseeing that the N Port incident would haunt him for life.

“Mr. Mu, the hot pot is ready; you and Miss Wen can dine now.”

“Alright, noted.” Mu Chengxi responded nonchalantly, taking Wen Xin by the hand to lead her into the dining room, with everyone else following them.

As they settled in the dining room, several people Wen Xin didn’t know introduced themselves.

“Miss Wen, I’m Tong Lin.”

“Miss Wen, I am Liang Zhijiang.”

“Miss Wen, I am Liang Wenfeng.”

“Miss Wen, I am Sun Lu.”

As they introduced themselves, Mu Chengxi added, “They are the four guardians of the Continent F manor. It’s good to get acquainted; you might see them often in the future.”

Mu Chengxi thought it would likely benefit Wen Xin to get to know the people at the manor, considering they might visit more frequently.

Now fully recovered, Wen Xin resumed her typically cool demeanor, casually resting one leg on the chair’s crossbeam in a defiant and unrestrained posture, the epitome of her usual authoritative self.

“Nice to meet you all, I’m Wen Xin.”

After the introductions, the four guardians returned to their seats, focused on their meals, and only made occasional, casual conversation. Given they still had matters to attend to, they did not drink any alcohol.