Chapter 502: No Pleas for Mercy, Lucky Not to Be Involved

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After seeing off Tan Xingyue, Lisa, and Zhao Yuyao, Wen Huai dutifully climbed into the car driven by Mu Bei.

Wen Xin looked at Wen Huai sitting in the passenger seat. “Are you planning to stick with us now? Don’t you want to visit your aunt?”

“What? Are you getting tired of me after just two days? I don’t want to live with my aunt and her family anymore. Don’t worry; I have a house that Uncle Ma bought for me between Beijing University and the lab. It’s almost finished being decorated. I won’t bother you for too long.”

Wen Huai seemed subdued, feeling as if he were being rejected. He felt less valued than Tan Xingyue in Wen Xin’s eyes.

“You brat, are you asking for a beating? When did I ever say I was tired of you? I was just asking casually. We have a room upstairs in our house that’s still vacant; you can stay as long as you like, as long as you’re happy.”

Wen Xin watched as Wen Huai slouched in the passenger seat, his face full of hurt, and she inwardly sighed, feeling overwhelmed by his sensitivity.

Mu Chengxi, looking over at Wen Xin’s expression, chuckled affectionately and gently squeezed her fingers.

“Stop teasing your sister. It’s Grandma who wants to see your brother, thinking it’s proper for the family to meet, so Wen Huai decided to come back with us.” Mu Chengxi patiently explained to Wen Xin while Wen Huai turned his head, smirking triumphantly at her, not expecting to have fooled Wen Xin.

“Alright, you little rascal, getting all clever now, daring to play tricks on me. You’re quite something!” Wen Xin gave Wen Huai a lazy glance and ignored him, returning her attention to her phone to play games. She casually chatted with Mu Chengxi along the way, ignoring Wen Huai.

Feeling helpless and aggrieved, Wen Huai looked to Mu Chengxi for help.

Mu Chengxi shrugged helplessly, feeling fortunate not to be involved. Pleading on Wen Huai’s behalf could risk drawing Wen Xin’s ire onto himself.

Seeing Mu Chengxi unhelpful, Wen Huai snorted coldly. He made a mental note of this incident, planning to bring it up when he and Wen Xin were married; he would settle this score then.

Mu Bei pulled into the back parking lot of the mansion, and Wen Huai stepped out, instantly awestruck by the traditional and grand architecture of the old Beijing family compound.

Although he grew up in the capital, it was his first time witnessing such a magnificent structure. No wonder many said the Mu family’s old mansion could rival the palaces of ancient royalty; seeing was truly believing.

“Master Xi, this mansion is incredible! How large is it? It feels twice the size of my family’s estate!”

Wen Huai gazed in awe at the ancient building, visibly impressed.

Wen Xin watched him with a smile, amused by his rare display of astonishment as he was normally very calm.

“It’s about the size of four of your family’s estates. The old mansion has its own martial arts training ground, a horse racetrack, and various halls, so it’s quite large. But ever since my grandfather passed away, I also haven’t been in the capital often; some things have been managed elsewhere.”

Mu Chengxi held Wen Xin’s hand, leading Wen Huai through the back entrance into the Mu family’s old mansion, responding to Wen Huai’s questions in a gentle tone.

“I recently saw some fine horses at the track, and I plan to bring them back to the old mansion to liven it up a bit.”

Previously, Mu Chengxi hadn’t felt a deep sense of belonging in the capital, but now, with Wen Xin by his side, he wanted to give her a home. After much thought, he felt that the place that truly felt like home was here.

Wen Xin listened to Mu Chengxi’s plans and lifted her head to give him a look, thinking maybe Mu Chengxi was getting older and had started planning for his old age.

“Seventh Young Master, Miss Wen, you’re back? And this is…?”

The butler, excited to see Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin return, was momentarily puzzled upon seeing the unfamiliar face behind Mu Chengxi, unsure of who Wen Huai was.

“He’s Wen Xin’s brother, Wen Huai. Wen Huai, this is the butler.”

Mu Chengxi introduced Wen Huai very naturally to the butler, as they were all family and would likely visit often.

“So this is Young Master Wen…”

The butler had heard about Wen Xin having a brother and couldn’t help but take a few extra looks at Wen Huai. The more he looked, the more familiar Wen Huai seemed, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Hello, Butler.”

Facing the butler’s puzzled gaze, Wen Huai smiled faintly, finding the butler quite interesting.

The last time he stood beside Ma Wenyuan, the butler had chatted warmly with him, but now, introduced as Wen Xin’s brother, the butler didn’t recognize him.

After staring at Wen Huai for a while, the butler looked at Wen Xin and said, “Miss Wen’s brother really looks like her. I wondered why Young Master Wen looked familiar—it’s because he and Miss Wen look so much alike.”

Hearing the butler try to rationalize his thoughts, Wen Xin looked at Wen Huai’s expression and chuckled softly, responding lightly to the butler, “Indeed, we are siblings from the same parents, so naturally, we look quite similar.”

After chatting casually in the corridor for a few moments, Mu Chengxi took Wen Xin’s hand and headed towards the old madam’s courtyard.

As they approached the old madam’s courtyard, they saw several men dressed in black there, and Mu Chengxi turned to the butler to inquire what was going on.

The butler, a bit embarrassed, said, “Seventh Young Master, I meant to tell you that there are guests in the old madam’s courtyard, but seeing Miss Wen and Young Master Wen distracted me, and I forgot.”

The butler looked a bit awkward since Mu Chengxi had already reached this point, and he hadn’t stopped them, feeling it would be rude to do so now.

“Then let’s go back to our courtyard,” Mu Chengxi said, having already guessed the identities of the men in black. Holding Wen Xin’s hand, he turned to leave.

“Is it Little Yao who has come back?”

Hearing the noise outside, Old Madam Mu glanced at Old Master Jiang and Jiang Linyan beside her and called out.

“Old Madam, it’s Seventh Young Master and Miss Wen who have come back.”

Mu Chengxi narrowed his eyes at the butler but said nothing, continuing to walk Wen Xin to the old madam’s living room. Halfway there, he glanced at Wen Huai, who stood still.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you coming in?”

Wen Huai looked nonchalantly at Mu Chengxi and smiled politely, “Your family has guests. I’d rather not intrude.”

“Come in…” Mu Chengxi knew that Wen Huai and Old Master Jiang were acquainted.