Finally, something fun to do.
Mu Wantang was just trying to kill some time, making a ruckus in the living room.
Suddenly, the landline in the living room rang.
A maid walked over, answered it, and then looked at Mu Wantang, who was eating dessert.
“Miss Mu, it’s for you!”
Mu Wantang wondered who would be calling her. No one usually did. Could it be someone from the Bo family?
She walked over curiously and picked up the phone. The familiar voice on the other end seemed poised to awaken the heaviest memories in her mind.
“Sister, it’s me!”
Those four simple words made Mu Wantang so nauseous she couldn’t eat another bite.
Annoyed, she placed the dessert in her hand on the coffee table, a trace of impatience flashing across her once adorable and innocent face.
“How do you know this number?”
At the Lu family’s private hospital, Mu Qing was extremely weak. Having been angered to the point of major hemorrhage and hospitalization, she already hated Mu Wantang to the bone.
However, she knew that the man by Mu Wantang’s side was terrifying.
He was not to be provoked lightly.
Unexpectedly, the young lady of the Xi family had condescended to seek her out, proactively offering to become her ally.
As long as she was willing to deal with Mu Wantang, the Xi family was willing to help her.
The Xi family was an existence that even the Lu Family couldn’t hope to curry favor with, let alone the Mu family.
She had only just managed to secure her footing in the Lu Family by giving birth to a child. If she could get the Xi family’s help, the mere thought of it made the deal seem incredibly worthwhile.
It was just Mu Wantang, after all.
Back then, hadn’t she just stood by and watched as her own mother was angered to death?
She had a bad temper, threw fits in the Mu family home, and even thought about laying a hand on her.
But what was the result? Wasn’t she the one who got hit by Dad?
She really didn’t know what that man by her side saw in a young lady like her, who had been spoiled and pampered since childhood!
“Sister!”
She called out again.
Mu Wantang only felt disgusted. It was just like this when she first entered the Mu family home, calling her “sister” this and “sister” that.
She was clearly the true young lady of the Mu family!
Mu Wantang was almost brought to tears by her anger, but with Bo Shiyue not around, she wouldn’t let her tears fall so easily. Pouting stubbornly, she asked, word by word.
“Was it Xi Ning who told you?”
Her tone wasn’t a question, but more of a statement.
Mu Qing was startled, neither answering nor denying.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Mu Wantang had no desire to speak another word to this disgusting woman.
Mu Qing thought she had angered her again. A pampered young lady really was different.
When she first met her, she thought her clothes and style were exquisite and cute, like a doll, and her personality was soft and gentle.
Who would have thought that just a few words could make her angry enough to smash things?
“Sister~ You must have received the invitation. I know you like Yanchen, it’s just—”
Before she could finish her sentence.
Mu Wantang’s soft, sweet voice was the same as ever, but the words she spoke gave no ground.
“He doesn’t even count as a man. Only someone as indiscriminate as you would like him!”
So what if she was being a green tea bitch?
As if she didn’t know how!
Mu Wantang rolled her eyes nonchalantly. She wanted to provoke her with just those few words?
In her next life, maybe!
With a single retort that left Mu Qing speechless, Mu Wantang hung up the phone and stood up to look at Steward Jing.
“Uncle Jing, let’s change the number!”
“And throw this phone away!”
Just looking at it was disgusting!
She knew it! Xi Ning was definitely up to no good!
So infuriating!
Mu Wantang picked up her phone and saw that Bo Shiyue had sent her many more messages, which only stoked the fire in her heart.
He had trapped her in this manor, raising her like a songbird.
She couldn’t get out, but others could get in.
Did everyone think she was weak-willed and easy to bully? *Sob, sob, sob…*
Mu Wantang pouted aggrievedly, the tip of her nose tingling as she felt the urge to cry. She kicked the heavy marble coffee table.
The coffee table slid more than a meter across the smooth floor.
It wasn’t the first or second time she had thrown a tantrum in the manor anyway. She turned, picked up a vase, and smashed it.
“Xi Ning! You just wait. The next time I see you, I’ll definitely smash your face in!”
For the past three years, that woman would wander over here whenever she had nothing better to do, constantly trying to get Bo Shiyue’s attention. That was bad enough.
But she also always looked down on her.
Before, to avoid giving the Bo family any reason to find fault, there were many things she never told Bo Shiyue.
So what? Just because she acted all soft and sweet when she was in a relationship with her uncle, did that woman think she was a pushover?
Hmph!
***
After finally finishing his work.
Bo Shiyue couldn’t wait another second. He grabbed his coat and walked out.
The Special Assistant hurried to keep up. “Is there an urgent matter to attend to?”
Bo Shiyue nodded. The Special Assistant’s heart pounded as he quickly grabbed his briefcase and followed him, jogging all the way to the underground parking garage.
Panting, he gripped the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror.
He saw that Mr. Bo’s expression was as calm as ever, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been jogging.
How strange. He was clearly several years younger than Mr. Bo, so how was his stamina so much worse?
“Mr. Bo, where are we going?”
Bo Shiyue lowered his eyes, flirting with his little girl via text, and said without looking up.
“Yusheng Cake Shop.”
Special Assistant: …
He felt like he had run all this way for nothing.
And here he was, thinking Mr. Bo was on his way to negotiate a multi-billion-dollar project, even bringing his briefcase along.
And it was for this!
Unresigned, he asked again, “Are we going to acquire that shop?”
Who was Mr. Bo? An absolute mastermind. He must have seen the potential for development in the dessert market.
The next second, Bo Shiyue poured a basin of cold water over him.
“To buy a cake. Strawberry flavored. To coax my little girl back home.”
Special Assistant: “…”
He wanted to curse.
The cake shop had a beautiful name, Yusheng.
It was run by two sweet-looking young ladies. The shop wasn’t large, but the decor was warm and cozy, and the desserts were exquisite and made with good ingredients.
Business was excellent, and they didn’t accept reservations.
When the car stopped, there was already a long line at the entrance. The Special Assistant habitually got out, ready to queue, but to his surprise, Bo Shiyue pushed open the car door first.
The moment his long, straight legs stepped out, he attracted countless gazes.
He wore a black mask, afraid his little girl would cry and fuss with him again if she found out.
Standing at the very end of the line, he didn’t forget to take a video to send to his little girl. “Already in line.”
His voice was magnetic. Judging only by his deep, ink-black eyes, it was hard to guess his age.
He caused quite a stir in the crowd. Many girls were secretly taking pictures. In the late autumn, he stood there in a black trench coat, nearly one meter ninety tall.
He had just stepped out of a low-key, luxurious, limited-edition Aston Martin.
This was the Prince Charming from countless girls’ dreams.
A girl who had come with a friend mustered up her courage and asked cautiously, “Excuse me, are you in line to buy a little cake for your girlfriend?”
Just then, the Special Assistant, having parked the car, walked over. He knew Mr. Bo disliked dealing with such situations the most.
He reached out an arm to block them, preventing the two from having any contact with Mr. Bo.
If Miss Mu were to throw a fit, he didn’t want to be the innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
“Apologies, my boss is buying a cake for his wife!”