Chapter 688: 687: Failed to Negotiate with Master Xi, Annoyed and Turned Away

The chilly male voice instantly woke Chu Mufeng up. He struggled to gather his thoughts and tried to make his tone as normal as possible.

“I got her involved in some matters today, which might have caused her some trouble. I want… I want to ask how she’s doing.”

Chu Mufeng’s voice was not loud and even somewhat suppressed.

“She’s quite well; she’s already slept. If there’s anything, you can contact her after she wakes up tomorrow,” Mu Chengxi did not hurry to hang up Chu Mufeng’s call. H patiently waited for Chu Mufeng to say something more.

Instead, Chu Mufeng hung up the call, fleeing in panic. He had already begun to imagine the scenes of Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi being together…

The next morning, Wen Xin stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the several red kiss marks on her collarbone, which contrasted sharply with her skin as white and translucent as mutton-fat jade.

“What’s wrong?” Feeling that Wen Xin was taking too long in the bathroom, Mu Chengxi pushed the door from outside and saw Wen Xin standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought.

“What do you think?” Hearing Mu Chengxi’s voice, Wen Xin turned her head, pointed at the kiss marks on her collarbone, raised an eyebrow, and asked impatiently.

Following the direction of Wen Xin’s finger, Mu Chengxi looked over; his noble eyebrows slightly raised.

“I think they look rather nice!” As he spoke, Mu Chengxi stepped forward and naturally wrapped Wen Xin in his arms, lowering his head to gently kiss her collarbone.

“I’ve already prepared a high-collar shirt for you. After you’ve bathed and eaten breakfast, I’ll take you to school.”

While bathing Wen Xin last night, Mu Chengxi had noticed the kiss marks on her neck. Knowing Wen Xin’s temperament, he had already guessed that she might be annoyed about the kiss marks, so he had prepared her clothes in advance.

Lazily, Wen Xin glared at Mu Chengxi, pushing his chest with her elbow to widen the distance between them.

“I need to wash up now; please wait outside for me.” Wen Xin dared not engage in anything in the bathroom. Mu Chengxi was insatiable, and she could not provoke him, especially since she had classes this morning and did not want to be late.

Watching Wen Xin’s defensive look, Mu Chengxi helplessly chuckled, bent down to gently kiss the corner of her lips, and then left the bathroom.

After finishing her grooming, Wen Xin walked from the bathroom into the walk-in closet and noticed that the clothes inside had been changed to fall attire.

Wen Xin was not demanding about the quality of her clothes. Before she met Mu Chengxi, most of her clothes were from street stalls, which she thought were more comfortable and unrestrained.

After getting together with Mu Chengxi, her entire lifestyle—clothing, food, shelter, and transportation—was arranged by him. Whatever clothes he prepared for her, she would wear.

And indeed, Mu Chengxi’s taste did align with Wen Xin’s. She found the clothes comfortable, with no need for any complaints.

Scouring the closet, Wen Xin saw the high-collared shirt Mu Chengxi had mentioned. She bent down to pick up the clothing bag and casually opened it.

Surprisingly, she found that this shirt was the same as the one Mu Chengxi wore, with no brand but a golden button logo at the cuff.

The logo bore an artistic, small letter “M,” clearly a signature unique to Mu Chengxi.

Wen Xin put on the shirt Mu Chengxi had prepared in advance. The shirt made her look exceptionally stunning, the high collar perfectly showcasing the lines of her swan-like neck, sparking a feeling of envy in those who saw her.

Her lower half was clad in a black one-shoulder overalls, serious yet with a hint of playfulness, which instantly yanked Wen Xin’s age back to a youthful twenty.

Dressed simply in a white outfit complementing Wen Xin’s stunningly beautiful face, one could describe her look as breathtaking.

It wasn’t until Wen Xin came out from the bedroom and sat at the dining table that Mu Chengxi, who had been waiting for her, realized what it meant to “shoot himself in the foot.”

When he had chosen this outfit, he had not anticipated this effect at all.

Previously, his first thought had been that the outfit was relatively understated and suitable for school, not attracting too much attention.

But he had forgotten about Wen Xin’s figure and appearance; her stunning swan neck alone could capture everyone’s attention. He could hardly imagine how her peers would react seeing Wen Xin like this at school.

Wen Xin pulled out a chair and sat down next to Mu Chengxi, picked up the chopsticks, casually grabbed a bun, and took a bite, speaking casually.

“Yesterday Qian Meng looked for me…”

Hearing that Qian Meng had sought out Wen Xin, Mu Chengxi gathered his thoughts, turned his head to look at Wen Xin, “Qian Meng? What did he want with you?”

“He came to express his sincerity after finding out my identity, and he told me the Qian family exists for the Wen family!”

Wen Xin continued eating her bun while responding to Mu Chengxi’s words, her eyes cast downward, not looking at Mu Chengxi’s expression.

“What do you think about it? Do you want to meet those ancient martial arts families from the Qian family?”

Mu Chengxi was a bit puzzled by Wen Xin’s thoughts; he didn’t understand the purpose of Wen Xin telling him this.

Wen Xin raised her head, looked at Mu Chengxi intently, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head.

“I haven’t thought about it, especially since I’ve been really busy lately. I really don’t have the time to deal with these people. Let’s wait a bit longer. If you’re not too busy, could you investigate the true origins of the ancient martial arts families for me? I don’t quite believe what Qian Meng said.”

Wen Xin rested her chin in her hand on the table, blinking attractively at Mu Chengxi, hoping he could help her with some matters.

Mu Chengxi raised his hand, gently rubbing the top of Wen Xin’s head, “Hmm, I’ll have Mu Bei look into this.”

After relaying what she wanted to Mu Chengxi, Wen Xin ate another doughnut, drank her milk, and stood up.

“Actually, you don’t need to drive me. Just give me a car. I might be quite busy recently and not sure when I’ll be back, so you don’t have to wait to pick me up everyday…”

Wen Xin placed her hands on the table, her shiny black eyes hoping Mu Chengxi would agree to her request.

Mu Chengxi followed Wen Xin’s movements, tried to stand, but failed to do so and settled back into his chair. Mimicking Wen Xin’s earlier gesture, he propped a hand on the table, his deep eyes gazing at Wen Xin with a hint of amusement and affection.

“I could have Mu Bei pick you up. Mu Dong is also returning soon, so Mu Bei will not be as busy.”