Chapter 437 - She Will Accompany Me on the Battlefield
Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten
He had really come today about this matter. When heâd first heard about it, heâd thought that heâd heard wrong, and heâd sent someone to investigate it.
After all, a woman who could win over his son must be extraordinary.
But, unexpectedly, heâd discovered she was still a minor.
Originally, heâd thought that perhaps heâd had to worry about his sonâs sexual orientation, but now at least he knows that heâs straight.
But for some reason heâs fancying a minor. What did he plan to do? Fool around until sheâs of the right age?
Mu Chongli wasnât old-fashioned and didnât care about her family background. All he cared about was that Mu Feichi loved her.
This had been his promise to Mu Feichiâs mother. He wouldnât interfere with Mu Feichiâs marriage. Mu Feichi would be free to choose by himself.
But what were they doing now? How could the presidentâs wife be used as a guinea pig?
âThis has been the presidentâs decision. Just because youâre blind doesnât mean heâs as shortsighted as you. If he wasnât fully confident, would he have agreed to the operation? You know how much he cares about Aunt Weijun. Itâs not your business, so what are you worried about?â
With a frown on his haughty, handsome face, Mu Feichi banged his cup down on the table. His face had a look of unwavering determination.
âI know better than you whether she has the capability and what the potential consequences could be. Iâm not so stupid as to risk her life and the Mu familyâs future.â
After standing up, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression darkened. âAlso, let me remind you that if you ever dare lay hands on her, or my intelligence network receives information that you have investigated her, donât blame me for terminating our father-son relationship.â
Gazing at his adult son, Mu Chongli reminded him with a sense of relief and helplessness, âMu Feichi, you have a weakness now.â
âSo what? She will be able to stand by my side some day and accompany me on the battlefield. What would I be fearful of?â
With a soft snort, Mu Feichi glanced at his father. Although he saw that he now had gray hair, after so many years of this cold war between them, he no longer knew how to express filial affection for his father.
Upon hearing this, Mu Chongli looked at him with some surprise. âAre you willing to let her go on the battlefield?â
âMy woman isnât a fragile little greenhouse flower. This was destined, so donât you worry about it.â
Turning his head, he glanced at the butler, who had come out of the kitchen, and said airily, âItâs snowing, so please return to your house. If you want to stay, ask the butler to clean up the guest room. I wonât be accompanying you any longer.â
Every time they met, they would part on these bad terms. Mu Feichi really had nothing more to say, so he simply went upstairs by himself.
Mu Chongli sighed while watching the figure go upstairs.
What surprised him the most was that when heâd come over this time, the brat hadnât immediately kicked him out.
It seems that with a sweetheart, his state of mind was different.
Mu Chongli turned to look at the butler, who took care of his son as if he was his own. The butler had been chosen by Mu Feichiâs motherâs family, and ever since childhood, heâd taken care of him most of the time.
Mu Feichi was more affectionate toward him than he was to his own father.
âWhat kind of person is the girl the young master has recently met?â
âDoes Sir mean Miss Yun? Miss Yun is a very nice girl. Sheâs beautiful, kind, and she has superb medical skills.â
The butler smiled. He wouldnât reveal too much information about Miss Yun without the permission of his young master.
âMedical skills? She has medical skills at such a young age?â
âHavenât you already investigated her? You should know that her medical skills arenât bad.â
âQuit giving me such a hard time.â Mu Chongli knew that the butler was protecting his young master, so he stood up without asking more questions.
âTake good care of him. Thank you for your hard work.â
âItâs my pleasure.â
At the entrance of Mu Mansion, the butler stood and watched Mu Chongli leave. Then he turned his head to glance at the figure standing at the second-floor window and sighed lightly.
Like father like son, they both had too much pride to back down.
By refusing to let bygones be bygones after so many years, wouldnât they themselves be the ones suffering torment?