A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Qian Meng had just started to feel proud upon hearing Wen Xin’s words, but the next second, the smile on his face disappeared as it seemed… it seemed like Wen Xin’s words were not exactly a compliment to him.

With his head down, Qian Meng did not look at Wen Xin. Ever since their first meeting, he had been at a great disadvantage, and now, even knowing Wen Xin’s identity, he never had a chance to turn things around.

Well, to survive a bit longer, he decided not to provoke Wen Xin anymore.

The carriage stopped in front of an ancient-looking gate. Seeing such architecture in the heart of this high-tech city center, Mu Bei was once again astounded. It resembled the large courtyards in Beijing, hardly inferior to the old mansion of the Mu family.

Mu Chengxi helped Wen Xin out of the carriage, followed by Mu Bei and Qian Meng.

Wen Xin paused, turned around to look at Qian Meng, and gestured for Qian Meng to walk ahead and lead them inside.

“No need. Someone will come out to meet us soon.”

As Qian Meng’s voice fell, the ancient gate was opened by someone. A middle-aged man hurried out and went up to Wen Xin, giving her a perfect Knight’s salute.

Wen Xin looked at the middle-aged man kneeling before her, bent down, and helped him up by the arm.

“We’re not in the Independent State. There’s no need for Independent State’s formalities here. A bit more informality would be better.”

The middle-aged man looked at Wen Xin, emotionally overwhelmed and opened his mouth several times without making a sound.

Seeing Uncle Qian’s nervous and excited demeanor, Qian Meng walked over from behind and casually placed his hand on Uncle Qian’s shoulder, gently patting it.

“Uncle Qian, don’t be nervous. This is our little princess, Wen Xin.”

“Little princess, this is the chief steward of Ancient Martial City, whom we all call Uncle Qian.” As for why he was called Uncle Qian, Qian Meng himself didn’t even know his real name.

Uncle Qian’s gaze was fixed steadily on Wen Xin, his lips trembling involuntarily with excitement as his hand gestured inexplicably.

“Don’t get too excited first, I know what you want to say, Uncle Sa Ning, I remember you…”

Wen Xin watched Sa Ning’s agitated expression, the corners of her eyes slightly reddening.

As he gestured incoherently, Wen Xin suddenly recalled his identity, he was one of her father’s most trusted men, but… the other one…

Hearing Wen Xin still remembered him and could accurately call out his name, Sa Ning covered his face with both hands, slowly squatted down, and began to sob.

His overwhelming emotions erupted in an instant, completely beyond his control.

Wen Xin walked over to Sa Ning, knelt down in front of him, “Uncle Sa Ning, thank you… thank you for everything!”

…

“Miss… Miss, you’ve finally returned…” After Sa Ning had finished crying, he lowered his hands, red-eyed, and looked at Wen Xin, getting emotional again before finally managing to speak.

Wen Xin sighed softly, seeing his emotional state, and pulled Sa Ning up from the ground.

“Uncle Sa Ning, I came late. I didn’t know you had left Beijing with these people. I thought after my father left… you all might have gone back to Beijing!”

Wen Xin’s words were not too explicit; when Ma Wenyuan found her, he merely told her that few researchers remained in the laboratory. She had thought they had all scattered and left Beijing.

Unexpectedly, they had all gone into hiding to avoid those people from Independent State.

“Why has it been so long, and still no word from little princess, Qian Shu…”

An elderly man with a vibrant spirit came out from the courtyard, calling out the name you were known by in Ancient Martial Town, wondering why he hadn’t returned after being gone so long.

As the elder emerged, he saw Sa Ning tightly gripping a young girl’s arm, crying somewhat pathetically.

He was about to scold when he saw Wen Xin turn around; the elder’s knees weakened instantly, almost making him kneel on the ground, but Mu Chengxi, quick to react, stepped forward and supported the elder.

“Be careful.”

“Thank you…” After hastily thanking Mu Chengxi, the elder quickly walked up to Wen Xin and unceremoniously took hold of her arm.

“Let me have a look, you resemble him so much, so much like your father. Without even having to think or ask, you must be our lost little princess…”

Wen Xin looked at the elder holding her with gentle eyes, her expression showing no hint of impatience or irritation.

She turned her head to Sa Ning, waiting for Sa Ning to introduce who the person was…

Qian Meng’s gaze stayed on Wen Xin, and seeing her pleading eyes, he stepped forward to explain the elder’s identity.

“This elder is our ancient martial arts family’s patriarch, Old Master Qian…”

“What Old Master? In front of the little princess, what patriarch? Little princess, I am Qian Gui, humbly asking for the little princess to return…”

It was the first time Wen Xin had come into contact with people from the ancient martial arts family; in her childhood, she had only seen members of the ancient martial arts family entering and exiting the villa.

She had once asked her mother, who merely gently tapped her nose, telling her that some things were better left unknown and that she should just grow up obediently.

While speaking, Qian Gui was about to bow to Wen Xin, but she quickly grabbed his arm.

The moment Wen Xin grasped Qian Gui’s arm, he stared at her wide-eyed, “Little princess, have you learned ancient martial arts?”

When asked about learning ancient martial arts, Wen Xin slightly shook her head, then seemed to recall something and nodded.

“This… I’m not too certain; I don’t know if what I learned was ancient martial arts. Old Sir, let’s go inside and discuss it; we’ve been standing here for so long, and people already started gathering around…”

Wen Xin knew they were all people from Ancient Martial Town, but being watched by so many made her somewhat uncomfortable, and there was really no need to waste so much time here.

Taking Wen Xin’s hint, the elder quickly regained his composure and gestured for Wen Xin to please hurry inside.

Wen Xin nodded and walked ahead. After a few steps, she turned back to look at Mu Chengxi and reached out to him. Mu Chengxi walked naturally to Wen Xin’s side, taking her hand.

“Patriarch, this is my boyfriend, Mu Chengxi. You don’t mind him coming in with me, do you?”

After hearing Wen Xin’s introduction, Qian Gui scrutinized Mu Chengxi, observing his talented and noble elegance, and nodded with satisfaction.

“The little princess has a good eye, a fine choice for a son-in-law! Please, come in, come in!”