Volume One, Chapter 70: Since You Already Have a Fiancée, Stop Entangling with Her

The person who had spoken trembled, lowered his head in embarrassment, and dared not utter another word.

Mu Qiming was silent for a moment before speaking, his tone tinged with helplessness.
“I will give you an explanation for this matter. You all may leave for now.”

Lin Xing lifted his eyelids with utter disdain and cast a glance at Mu Qiming—this so-called biological father of his.
“I’ve said all I need to. Any explanations became unnecessary the day my mother died, ten years ago. Let’s go, Aunt Han.”

With that, he began to wheel Han Yue out.

Mu Qiming gestured for the security guards not to stop them, allowing the two to pass. The guards obeyed, stepping aside to clear the way.

As Lin Xing pushed the wheelchair away, he suddenly turned back to Mu Shaozhou.
“Mu Shaozhou, I can yield to you in anything—except for one person. That, I will never concede in this lifetime.”

His gaze lingered on Yu Mo for a long moment before he turned and left with Han Yue.

In Lin Xing’s eyes, Yu Mo saw a hint of madness.

She glanced anxiously at Mu Shaozhou, only to find herself amused a moment later.

Why should she be worried about Mu Shaozhou? He was the dignified young master of a powerful family, surrounded by protectors—what need had he of her concern?

Thinking so, she picked up a glass of red wine from the table and took a sip.

After Lin Xing and Han Yue departed, the banquet resumed. In the lounge, Mu Qiming found Mu Boyu.

“Boyu, how do you intend to resolve this?” Mu Qiming had never expected that, twenty-eight years ago, Yang Duo bore his brother’s child.

Recalling how he’d found Yang Duo back then and given her money to leave his brother, regret surged within him. If only he’d known Yang Duo was pregnant, he’d never have done what he did.

As if conjuring up Yang Duo’s face from back then, Mu Boyu said to his elder brother,
“Brother, it’s my fault you were implicated.”

Had he not coveted Yang Duo’s beauty, become involved with her, then abandoned her—leaving his brother to clean up the mess—his brother would not have had to shoulder this burden for twenty-eight years.

Mu Qiming sighed.
“This is not the time to discuss blame. Think about how you’ll resolve matters with Lin Xing and Han Yue.”

“I’ll go to them myself and give them an explanation.”
“Go, then.”

As Mu Boyu turned to leave, he nearly collided with Mu Shaozhou, who was just entering.

He hesitated, his face shadowed with guilt.
“Shaozhou, you heard everything?”

Mu Shaozhou’s expression remained unchanged, his handsome features tinged with a chill. He glanced coldly at Mu Boyu, saying nothing. The frost in his gaze spoke for him.

After Mu Boyu left the lounge, Mu Shaozhou looked to his father, his voice low and steady.
“Dad, why did you do it?”

Mu Qiming clasped his hands behind his back.
“Shaozhou, don’t ask. Go outside, I wish to rest a while.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out what happened all those years ago myself,” Mu Shaozhou replied, then turned and left.

Yu Mo sipped her wine as she watched the ebb and flow of guests in the banquet hall. When Mu Boyu appeared, she recognized him as Mu Qiming’s brother. She had already noticed his unease when Lin Xing and her mentor appeared earlier, in stark contrast to Mu Qiming’s composed, upright demeanor.

Yu Mo’s gaze followed Mu Boyu as he hurriedly exited the hall. She stood, intent on following him, guessing that Mu Boyu was going to find Lin Xing and her mentor.

Suddenly, her ankle twisted in her high heel, and Qi Yancheng caught her.

“Yu Mo, where are you going? You’ve already had too much to drink,” he said, helping her to a seat.

Yu Mo stared after Mu Boyu, unwilling to let him out of her sight, but could only watch as he left the hall.

Her mentor had caused such a stir at Mu Qiming’s birthday banquet for the sake of Yang Duo—what on earth had happened all those years ago?

Yu Mo’s head began to spin; the whole hall seemed to tilt and whirl, and she could barely stand.

Not far away, Mu Shaozhou was keeping an eye on Yu Mo. Seeing her condition, he handed his glass to Tang Xinyan and strode toward her with long, urgent steps.

His voice was tense.
“Yu Mo, are you all right?” He reached to take her from Qi Yancheng.

Qi Yancheng pushed Mu Shaozhou’s hand away, his long, narrow eyes flashing with displeasure.
“Mu Shaozhou, since you already have a fiancée, don’t meddle with her. It’s disgusting.”

With that, he supported Yu Mo and prepared to leave.

Mu Shaozhou stepped in front of them, blocking their way, his dark eyes cold and sharp.
“Where are you taking her?”

Qi Yancheng cast him an indifferent glance.
“Of course, I’m taking her back to the hotel.”

A glint of calculation flashed in his eyes. He dared not take his sister back to the Qi family, fearing Meng Pei might harm her. He wasn’t afraid for himself—if Meng Pei wanted to come after him, let her. But if she dared hurt someone he cared about, he would never forgive her.

“Move aside!” Qi Yancheng shot Mu Shaozhou a fierce glare and tried to pass.

Mu Shaozhou grabbed Yu Mo’s wrist.
“I’ll take her back.”

Qi Yancheng shook off Mu Shaozhou’s hand, shot a glance at Tang Xinyan across the room, and said with biting sarcasm,
“Your Highness, you’d best attend to your own fiancée.”

Tang Xinyan approached, taking Mu Shaozhou’s arm, but he subtly avoided her touch, his voice cool.
“Xinyan, if you’re tired, go rest in the lounge for a while.”

Tang Xinyan gazed at Mu Shaozhou with pleading eyes.
“Brother Mu, come with me. You don’t look well either.”

Before Mu Shaozhou could refuse, Qi Yancheng had already led Yu Mo away.

Mu Shaozhou stood there for a moment, dazed, his gaze following the two as they left the hall.

—

Mu Boyu drove after Lin Xing and Han Yue, catching up to them just as Lin Xing was about to wheel Han Yue into the hotel.

“Lin Xing.”

He looked flustered, as if at a loss for words, simply staring at Lin Xing’s face.

That face resembled his own by seven parts, the rest echoing Yang Duo’s delicate features. Mu Boyu’s emotions stormed within him—Lin Xing truly was his son. He and Yang Duo had a son together.

“What is it? Who are you?” Lin Xing clearly didn’t recognize Mu Boyu at first.

But Han Yue did.

“Mu Boyu, what are you doing here? If you’ve come as your brother’s mouthpiece, you can leave now. Xiao Xing and I will never forgive him. He hurt Duo—never, not in this lifetime.”