Chapter 871: 869 Did Not Expect Master Xi to Be So Tea-Obsessed

“It’s quite strange; when Old Master Jiang was alive, Miss Jiang nearly entered into a marriage alliance with the Xiao Family of Independent State. Though the marriage was never finalized, there were some basic interactions, right? So why aren’t there any people from Independent State at such a significant event?”

Although the Gu family’s status in Beijing is not as eminent as the Four Great Families, it is still mid-tier within the pyramid. When Gu Yanzhe spoke up, doubts also surged in the minds of others, and they began to wonder why no one from Independent State appeared at the Jiang family’s funeral.

At this point, some had already begun whispering among themselves.

Wen Xin, hearing the fragmented voices behind her, turned her head to look at Mu Chengxi and smiled lightly, “I didn’t expect Master Xi to be so intriguing…”

In the midst of the noisy sounds, Mu Chengxi heard Wen Xin’s words, smiled lightly, and put her hand into his pocket.

“I really didn’t do anything; I was just telling the truth.”

Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi participated fully in Old Master Jiang’s funeral and noticed that many people left midway. Although the Jiang family might not understand why these people were leaving, Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin knew very well.

After the funeral ended, the Jiang family came to thank all the guests. Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi stood still, watching the Jiang family approach.

When Jiang Desheng reached Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi, he stopped, scoffed, and walked directly past them.

Madam Jiang, however, did not act like Jiang Desheng; she approached Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi with respect and politeness, her voice somewhat tender, “Thank you, Master Mu and Miss Wen, for coming to see our family’s elder off.”

Mu Chengxi watched Madam Jiang and nodded slightly, his tone polite, “Old Master Jiang and my grandparents also had a long-standing acquaintance. My grandmother’s health has not been well recently, so she couldn’t come personally, and she specifically arranged for Wen Xin and me to see Old Master Jiang off.”

“The Old Madam is thoughtful. Please go ahead at your convenience, Master Mu and Miss Wen; I still need to attend to other guests. For any lack in hospitality, please forgive us.”

Although Madam Jiang did not particularly like Mu Chengxi, her tone was still very polite.

After saying this, Madam Jiang went after Jiang Desheng. Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi watched in the direction of the Jiang family but didn’t linger and left the Jiang family’s residence.

After Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi left the Jiang family, Gu Yanzhe and others also followed Mu Chengxi out. Gu Yanzhe looked at the time, saw that it was lunchtime, and moved closer to Mu Chengxi to softly inquire.

“Master Xi, it’s lunchtime now. Shall we go have lunch together?”

Though Gu Yanzhe still had some matters to handle in the afternoon, regardless of what he was up to, there was still time for lunch.

Mu Chengxi, hearing Gu Yanzhe’s suggestion, did not respond immediately. Instead, he glanced toward Wen Xin, who was looking at the people following Gu Yanzhe.

“Then let’s go have lunch together.”

Wen Xin was somewhat familiar with those people; she knew they were likely the type of people with whom Mu Chengxi would enjoy spending time, so she thought it was quite normal to have a meal together.

Seeing Wen Xin agree, the few people behind Gu Yanzhe also grew excited; they began to actively and eagerly arrange seating and fetch their cars.

As Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi stood by the roadside waiting for Mu Bei to fetch the car, a very striking red Maserati stopped in front of Wen Xin, its window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a sunny-looking young man.

“Little princess, are you and Mu Chengxi waiting for a car here? Shall I take you back?”

Wen Xin looked at Qian Meng’s sports car, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled lightly, “Are you planning to have me sit in the trunk, or are you planning to have Mu Chengxi sit in the trunk? Don’t you know how many people your car can hold?”

Faced with Wen Xin’s questions, Qian Meng chuckled, turning his gaze to Mu Chengxi, who was looking at him with a stern face.

“Can’t you two drive and I sit in the trunk?”

Qian Meng’s willingness to adapt smoothed Mu Chengxi’s expression quite a bit. He looked at Qian Meng coolly and said somewhat icily, “Haven’t eaten yet? Do you want to join us for dinner?”

“Join you for dinner? Just the two of you?”

Qian Meng was somewhat surprised by Mu Chengxi’s invitation to join them for dinner. Although the two had reconciled because of Wen Xin, they had never dined together, which made Qian Meng somewhat startled.

“No, there are also Gu Yanzhe and others…”

Mu Chengxi looked at Qian Meng’s disbelieving expression, his face softened slightly, seemingly finding some amusement in it.

“Well… never mind. I don’t get along well with them… Even coexisting peacefully is problematic, so let’s forget it.”

Qian Meng thought about the people he had seen following Mu Chengxi at Old Master Jiang’s funeral, and he felt a shiver down his spine. He had come out alone today and did not dare to provoke them.

Seeing Qian Meng’s scared demeanor, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “What are you afraid of, with me here, how could I let them tear you apart?”

“Even with you here, I wouldn’t want my presence to spoil their meal. I’ve got something else to handle, I’ll contact you later. You go ahead and eat, I’ll head back now.”

Qian Meng said as he returned to the driver’s seat, waved at Wen Xin, and then drove off.

Watching Qian Meng fleeing the scene, Wen Xin turned her head to Mu Chengxi with a joyful smile, “It seems like Qian Meng really didn’t offend you just a little before, right?”

“More than just a little. For that race track in the western suburbs, he almost bankrupted the Lu Family. Do you think Lu Kejun wouldn’t want his life for that?”

“It’s not just one incident like that, so the title of ‘Young Tyrant of Beijing’ isn’t unfounded. It’s only his fast running that saves him; otherwise, even I couldn’t stop those people from wanting to kill him.”

Mu Chengxi took Wen Xin’s hand and led her towards the car that Mu Bei had driven over.

Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin had just gotten into the car when Gu Yanzhe quickly turned from the passenger seat to look at Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi.

“Master Xi, Miss Wen, there’s news from Liang Luoyu. He just called me, saying they’re safe for now. Tan Xingyue is doing well too, though a bit weak. But they can’t leave that place yet…”

“Should we arrange someone to rescue them? They… seem to have been captured by the people from Independent State.”

As Gu Yanzhe spoke, he unconsciously looked at Wen Xin. He was aware of Wen Xin’s connection with the Independent State, and Liang Luoyu had specifically mentioned on the phone that it was the people from Independent State who had captured them.