A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

“Fifty percent, I’d say. If Alfredo can stop the Wen family’s plan, then Old Man Jiang’s plan will fall through. But if he can’t withstand it, then this information will certainly be confirmed.”

Wei’s elder had no doubt about the authenticity of this information. He had his own channels of information, and he would not have alerted Mu Chengxi if the news was not certain.

“I understand, grandfather. I will remind Wen Xin about it.”

Mu Chengxi hadn’t expected that Independent State had plans to come to Beijing.

Previously he had roughly guessed that the person behind Old Man Jiang was from Independent State, but he had not anticipated that he would entertain the idea of bringing a wolf into the house.

If this were truly the case, then it would indeed require careful consideration.

“I’ll take you back…”

As he spoke, Mu Chengxi gestured to Mu Bei, who was standing by the side; with Mu Bei’s assistance, he settled into the wheelchair.

Standing up, Wei’s elder looked at Mu Chengxi, who had difficulty moving, and huffed indignantly.

“Forget it, my driver is waiting downstairs. I don’t need you to send me back. Your aunt’s husband has been doing quite well in Beijing lately. Just yesterday, Zhao Yuyao came to our house for dinner by himself, probably at your aunt’s behest. When you have time, talk to your aunt and have her and her husband come back for a meal.”

Watching the tough but soft-hearted old man in front of him, Mu Chengxi let out a light laugh and nodded, “Alright, I will pass the message to my aunt and have her come home for dinner when she has time.”

…

After returning home and taking a sip of water, Old Master Jiang angrily threw the cup on the coffee table. He had intended to intimidate Mu Chengxi today, but he had been rebuffed by a few of Mu Chengxi’s words.

“Master, please calm down. You’ve only just recovered; you shouldn’t get angry,” Housekeeper Jiang said worriedly, watching Old Master Jiang as he gently soothed him. He was concerned that the old man might get sick again from anger, especially since his health was not very good at the moment.

“How could I not be angry? Even the old lady from the Mu family shows me some respect. Look at his attitude—there’s not a trace of reverence. If I hadn’t acted quickly, Linyan’s situation would be completely different now. He really didn’t hold back at all.”

Upon hearing about Jiang Linyan’s incident, Old Master Jiang immediately pulled strings to get Jiang Linyan released from prosecution and arranged a plane to send her abroad to prevent Mu Chengxi from having her arrested again.

“That foolish girl, I originally wanted to use my relationship with her parents to win her over, but I never expected that not only did she not give me any face, she targeted me instead. It’s utterly laughable.”

“Once Independent State’s Wen family sends someone over, I’d like to see how she can continue to be so arrogant. Her parents, such intelligent people, ended up in such a state. I can’t believe that a mere girl could surpass her parents.”

When Old Master Jiang spoke about Wen Xin, his hands clenched tightly together. He was truly filled with resentment towards her—for the way she had shattered the once-whole Jiang family.

“And that Mu family boy, clearly already firmly established in the Mu family—I can’t believe the eldest of the Mu family would willingly take orders from a junior. Go and contact the head of the Mu family discreetly. Tell him if he wants the Mu family, it would be best to cooperate with me!”

At that moment, Old Master Jiang had already pondered many things. He originally wanted to coexist peacefully with the Mu family and saw no need to clash with Mu Chengxi directly, but now it seemed that the Mu family was the biggest stumbling block to the Jiang family’s survival.

Without the Mu family, he believed that Wen Xin alone couldn’t cause much of a stir.

Even if Wen Xin was the princess of Independent State, it was important to note that the real power of Independent State had never been in her hands, she was just a puppet after all, only cherished by Mu Chengxi.

Just after class, Wen Xin had no idea someone was cursing her; she only felt a slight itch in her nose. Rubbing it, she prepared to leave the classroom.

“Wen Xin, Ling Xu ‘Er just sent a message saying she’s invited Tan Xingyue for dinner tonight, do you want to join us?”

Diwu Qixian didn’t know how Ling Xu ‘Er had managed to make plans with Tan Xingyue, but he wouldn’t refuse an invitation to dine with them, as both were little fans of Wen Xin, sharing many common interests.

Wen Xin lifted her arm to check the time – it was just about dinner time. She nodded in agreement with Diwu Qixian, then took her phone and began to head outside. She needed to call Sun Ning and ask him to accompany her to People’s Hospital that evening.

Seeing that Wen Xin had agreed, Diwu Qixian didn’t pursue her for further details but shared the good news of having dinner together with their group of gossips, elated that the big shot would dine with them.

Wen Xin tried calling Sun Ning three times without success and eventually became somewhat frustrated. She pocketed her phone and contemplated who else, apart from Sun Ning’s medical arts, might treat Old Dong.

While Wen Xin was deep in thought, her phone suddenly vibrated. She took it out of her pocket and, upon seeing the caller ID, her irritation vanished in an instant.

“Are you out of class now?”

At yesterday’s banquet, Mu Chengxi had added Diwu Qixian on WeChat and saw a picture of Wen Xin in class on his Moments.

Noticing the ill-intentioned gazes of the boys around her, Mu Chengxi couldn’t resist the urge to call her.

“Yes, I just finished class. I’m about to go to the cafeteria for dinner. Have you returned to the old house yet?”

“Not yet, I had to deal with some things this afternoon. I’m not planning to go back to the old house for a while. If you’re not comfortable staying at school, you can call me, and I’ll come to pick you up,” Mu Chengxi said calmly, but Wen Xin could detect the longing in his voice, a silent protest against her decision to stay at school rather than return home.

Hearing Mu Chengxi’s tone, reminiscent of a plaintive spouse, Wen Xin smiled faintly and stopped under the shade of a tree by the roadside, lazily leaning against the trunk.

“Stop being so passive-aggressive! I’m going to the People’s Hospital in Beijing tonight, and it might be late when I get back, but I can come home to stay.”

Hearing that Wen Xin could come back to stay, Mu Chengxi, who had been lounging on the sofa, immediately sat up straight, his voice unconsciously filled with excitement.

“What time do you think you’ll be done? I’ll come to pick you up,” he asked eagerly.

“I’ll message you then. I’m going to see Old Dong at the Research Institute. I’m not yet sure who he is. I’ll just make a brief contact first,” she replied.