A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Realizing that all eyes were on him, Yuan Er wanted to throw his wine glass down and leave, but with Mu Chengxi there, he dared not.

He gripped the wine glass tightly and drained it in one gulp.

The spicy taste of the wine spread in Yuan Er’s mouth, his heart full of annoyance. His only purpose in coming here was to ingratiate himself with Mu Chengxi—who would have thought that not only would he fail to win over Mu Chengxi, but he would also have to submit to Yuan Junye, which made him feel extremely unlucky!

“Once again, welcome everyone, and I will not disturb you distinguished guests anymore!” Yuan Er said before turning and leaving, not even considering saying goodbye to Mu Chengxi.

Watching the hasty retreat of Yuan Er, a meaningful light flashed in everyone’s eyes; in their hearts, they felt Yuan Er had lost.

Having finished what she needed to do and fully sated, Wen Xin gently grasped Mu Chengxi’s hand from under the table and pinched the tips of his fingers firmly…

Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin’s movement and indulged her with a fond smile, then slowly leaned in close to her and asked, “What’s wrong? Is there anything you need?”

“Are you full? Should we head back as well?”

Mu Chengxi lifted his wrist to see the time and subtly nodded, “It’s indeed getting late at Shi Manor, let’s go home.”

With that, Mu Chengxi stood up, took Wen Xin’s jacket that was draped over the back of the chair, and gently helped her put it on.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Mu Chengxi taking care of Wen Xin, never even dreaming that he could be so attentive to a woman.

Seeing that Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin were about to leave, Mu Chengxu and Yuan Junye also stood up, “I’ll go back with you guys. Are you returning to the old residence or…”

“Back to the Wen family, we still have matters to attend to. You two go back on your own, it’s out of the way.”

Without waiting for Mu Chengxu to finish, Mu Chengxi, having helped Wen Xin into her coat, held her hand and left together, completely disregarding Chengxu who wanted to leave with them.

Watching the departing figures of Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi, Mu Chengxu helplessly turned back and glanced at Yuan Junye, took the car keys from his hand, and spoke up grandly to the rest of the people.

“We’ll be heading off first, you all continue to have fun!” Mu Chengxu took Yuan Junye’s hand naturally and left with him.

After Mu Chengxu and Yuan Junye had left, Ling Yichen stood up, walked to the door of the private room, locked it, and went over to pick up the invitation that Jiang Linyan had brought over.

“Don’t you find it odd that Jiang Linyan showed up today? I still can’t understand how she knew we were gathered here,” he said.

“Just like Yuan Er said, even as the owner of the club he didn’t know Master Xi was here, but Jiang Linyan did. Isn’t that too strange?”

As Ling Yichen spoke, he casually handed out the invitations to everyone according to their names.

Not a single invitation was spare.

Seeing each person holding an invitation in their hand, the smile on Ling Yichen’s face suddenly turned cold, he pulled out a chair and casually sat down.

“Whoever tipped off [about] this meeting, I believe you know it yourself, there will not be a next time.”

“And also, you all heard what Master Xi said before dinner. If you don’t want him to capsize your boats, then you better behave yourselves. You’re well aware of the situation in Beijing now; Master Xi will not indulge anyone disloyal.”

Ling Yichen’s voice was somewhat heavy, and his gaze was piercing. He casually picked up a cigarette from the table, glanced at those people, and they all fell silent, no longer speaking.

…

Wen Xin sat in the car, resting one hand on Mu Chengxi’s leg, looking up at him.

“Do you really hate Yuan Junye that much?”

“It’s not hate, I just don’t like his background. He could have resolved this annoyance earlier, but he deliberately dragged his feet. Who knows what he’s thinking?”

Mu Chengxi gently brushed Wen Xin’s forehead, pulling some stray hairs aside, then wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his embrace and tenderly kissed her neck.

“Actually, I asked him about this. He said he simply doesn’t like the Yuan Family and doesn’t want to get involved with them, that’s why he has been holding back.”

“But I think this time, for the sake of his sister, he should take action. Otherwise, it would be unfair to his sister if she has to suffer following him.”

“He is aware of it; in fact, he’s quite capable.”

Mu Chengxi, observing Wen Xin’s defense of Yuan Junye, raised his eyebrows, “I trust the people you vouch for. If he ever lets my sister suffer, I will not let him off easily.”

“Right, right, right, not only will you not let him go, but I won’t either!”

Wen Xin leaned against Mu Chengxi’s chest, eyes closed, listening to the beat of his heart, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

The car stopped steadily outside the Wen family villa, and Mu Chengxi gently shook Wen Xin’s shoulder, “Baby, we’re home.”

Wen Xin stretched within Mu Chengxi’s embrace and slowly opened her eyes to look at him, “We’re here? Let’s get out of the car then.”

Straightening her clothes, Wen Xin pushed open the car door and got down from the vehicle.

Watching Wen Xin get out, Mu Chengxi also adjusted his clothes and, pushing open the other door, stepped out of the car with his long legs.

Just as Mu Chengxi got out of the car, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out, glanced at it, and answered the call.

“You’re back?” Qian Meng’s voice, somewhat excited, came from the phone.

“Yeah, we’re back. What’s up?” Mu Chengxi patted his pocket, noticing he didn’t have any cigarettes, and decided to give up the urge to smoke.

“When can I talk to the little princess about our ancient martial arts family? Those old heads are constantly pressuring me to bring our little ancestor back. Can you ask her for me? I really can’t handle this pressure anymore!”

Qian Meng was feeling some regret for having revealed Wen Xin’s identity to the ancient martial arts family without her consent, which had brought such major trouble upon himself.

Mu Chengxi, leaning lazily against the car and seeing Wen Xin waiting for him not far away, smiled delightfully, his tone patient as he spoke to Qian Meng.

“I’ll ask her for you tonight. If she shows any interest, I’ll let you know. And about the Jiang family banquet, remember to go. I have a feeling your little princess might stir up trouble. Might as well go for the entertainment.”