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âIâm sure I donât know her; I thought Mu Dong brought her up here.â After changing his shoes, Mu Chengxi walked up to Wen Xin, took her hand, and led her into the dining room.
Mu Dong also entered, quickly approaching upon seeing Mu Chengxi fetching bowls and chopsticks for Wen Xin, âMaster Chengxi, the woman who mistook you for a delivery guy lives on the 36th floor.â
âA delivery guy? Wasnât that woman here to seduce Chengxi? She was flirting outside for quite a while.â Wen Xinâs tone was full of displeasure. Being a
woman, she was certain about what the other woman was thinking.
âMiss Wen, you really misunderstood. When that woman walked past Master Chengxi, she sighed regretfully, saying it was a pity such a handsome man was delivering foodâŠ
Mu Dong tried to explain for Mu Chengxi while suppressing a laugh. It was the first time he heard someone describe Mu Chengxi in such a manner, knowing well that Master Chengxi was considered a heartthrob among the elite ladies of the capital.
He daringly thought that this might be a blemish on Master Chengxiâs life.
Wen Xin, biting on her chopsticks and looking at the man sitting across from her, finally eased her displeased expression.
Using her free hand, she lifted Chengxiâs chin, tilting her head and examining him with her shiny black eyes before speaking lightly, âThat woman really has no taste.â
Chengxi pulled Wen Xinâs hand away from his chin, glanced at Mu Dong, and gently told her, âIâm going to shower. Eat while itâs hot; the beef filling tastes best when warm.â
âOkay.â Wen Xin responded softly, picking up a dumpling from the box, dipped it in vinegar, and took a bite, finding it delicious as expected.
Mu Chengxi headed upstairs to the bedroom. Looking at Mu Dong still standing there, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow, âWant to come and have some? Itâs quite good.â
âNo, thanks. Miss Wen, Iâll be leaving if thereâs nothing else.â Mu Dong dared not eat the food Mu Chengxi personally brought back for Wen Xin, knowing such a privilege was reserved for her alone.
After Mu Dong hurriedly left, Wen Xin turned her attention back to the messages in the WeChat group for Class Twenty, continuing to eat her dumplings.
âXingyue, Iâve finished my physics paper; can you check how many I got right?â
âSu Xue, can you send me your chemistry paper answers? I canât figure out the approach to one of the questionsâŠâ
âClass Monitor, Class Monitor, calling our Class Monitor, do you want to go to the library tomorrow? Itâs Saturday, and itâll be crowded. I can save seats for usâŠâ
Seeing the active study atmosphere in Class Twenty, her lips curled into a slight smile, appreciating the different vibe this group of classmates provided.
Unknowingly, Wen Xin had eaten seven or eight dumplings and only stopped when she felt slightly full. She slouched in her chair, one leg up on the stool, her arm lazily resting on her knee, in a pose far from elegant.
Mu Chengxi, coming out from the bedroom, saw her like this and smiled indulgently. He approached her and glanced at the leftover dumplings, âWhy not eat a little more?â
âIâm full. Eating too much before bed is uncomfortable.â
Wen Xin stretched her arms out lazily towards Mu Chengxi, who understood her gesture and bent down to pick her up, carrying her upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Mu Chengxi laid down with Wen Xin in his arms, her head resting on his chest, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat.
His phone on the nightstand suddenly vibrated. He let go of Wen Xin to pick it up, and she caught sight of a bite mark on his neck.
âGoing to the old house like that, didnât anyone ask about the bite mark on your neck?â Wen Xinâs tone was teasing.
âNobody did before, but they will now.â Listening to Wen Xinâs tease, Mu Chengxi smiled softly and showed her the phone screen.
Wen Xin took the phone from him; it was a message from someone saved as âSister,â asking if the bite mark on his neck was from his girlfriend and noting the teeth looked quite neat. âWhen will you two come back together? I want to prepare a gift for meeting her.â
Wen Xin handed the phone back, looking up at him, âYou have a sister?â
âYes, a biological sister. She runs a multinational company abroad and has been doing quite well. She heard about a rising tech company in the capital and became interested, so she came back to check it out and also attend the family banquet.â
Mu Chengxi watched Wen Xin looking up at him, concerned she might strain her neck, so he adjusted their position to lie side by side, his arm naturally wrapping around her waist, his hand sneaking under her sleepwear.
Wen Xin ignored Mu Chengxiâs advances, pondering his words, raising an eyebrow, âYou mean your sister is interested in Yuan Junyeâs tech company?â
âYes, the four major families of the capital have always maintained a balance, and itâs rare for anyone or any family to emerge so prominently. Yuan Junyeâs achievements have caught the attention of all four families.â
Despite being away from the capital, Mu Chengxi, as the head of the Mu family, was well aware of the local dynamics.
âThe four major families of the capital? Just a bunch of old stubborn folks. Outdated thinking will lead to their downfall; no family lasts forever without adapting.â Wen Xin was not unfamiliar with the major families, acknowledging the younger generationâs talent but criticizing their stifled development. âYouâre aware of the four major families?â Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin gently, never underestimating her, but knowing her character, she wasnât one to delve into such matters.
âI might not be in the capital, but donât forget, the Ma familyâs current status was once the Wenâs. Young Master Wen had his standing in the capital too.â
Mentioning Wen Huai, Wen Xinâs lips twitched into a faint smile. Recently, the young man had been restless, his small influence spreading far and wide.
Reminded by Wen Xin, Mu Chengxi seemed to realize something, teasingly raising an eyebrow, âLittle girl, are you planning to revive the Wen family?â
âThereâs no âWen familyâ anymore. The Ma family is doing just fine. The capital doesnât need the Wen family, and I donât even want the research institute. Whatâs the point?â
When mentioning the Wen family, Wen Xinâs gaze became evasive. Mu Chengxi felt she was hiding something but didnât press her, willing to wait for her to share in her own time.
The two lay in silence for a while, Mu Chengxiâs hand becoming increasingly restless under the blanket. Wen Xin caught his overly bold hand and pulled it out from under her clothes..
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