Chapter 891 - 889 I just want to make sure you are someone I can trust.

“It was precisely that return trip when your parents fell in love at first sight, which later, led to your mother’s ingenuous charm deeply affecting your father and set the stage for the rebellion that followed.”

As Mr. Jiang said this, he turned his head to look at Wen Xin, his gaze carrying a warm significance, as if he saw something precious that he cherished.

“Your mother’s personality is a lot like yours, both possessing that kind of untamed pride. So, when I see you, I feel like I’m seeing her.”

Wen Xin looked at Mr. Jiang, completely ignoring his overtly sentimental tone, her eyes carrying a hint of weariness.

“So, you left Independent State just because my parents got together? How come I’ve never heard of your family in Independent State?”

Mr. Jiang looked back with a fond weariness, giving a faint smile at Wen Xin’s words.

“When I was in Independent State, my surname wasn’t Jiang, of course you wouldn’t know my family. In fact, I was just a Hidden Guard taken by the old Wen to grow up alongside your father, one might also refer to such a person as a Shadow.”

“In the large families of Independent State, everyone has a Shadow by their side, but since you’ve been away from the life of Independent State since childhood, you’re unaware of those secrets.”

As Mr. Jiang spoke, he sat down opposite Wen Xin, his gaze falling on the cigarette box on the table. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled his hand back.

Wen Xin had been watching his movements, so she understood his intention as he reached out, but his retraction genuinely surprised her.

Wen Xin sat up from the couch, took the cigarette box lying on the table, and offered it to Mr. Jiang, “I don’t mind you smoking, it’s fine by me.”

Mr. Jiang accepted the cigarette Wen Xin handed him and let out a light chuckle, “I remember when you were little, you used to hand me cigarettes just like this and tell me that you weren’t afraid of the smoke. Indeed, you’ve never changed…”

“I don’t remember the things from when I was little, but… I think you’ve changed…”

Wen Xin sat up straight on the sofa, a coldness flashing in her glossy, black eyes that caught one off guard.

“I remember… when you first heard about the death of my parents, you were completely devastated, then you wished you could kill everyone responsible.”

“But now, you’ve changed… You know very well that the Shadow Alliance was responsible for killing my parents, yet you still work with the Shadow Alliance. This, I cannot understand, nor can I accept.”

The conversation had reached this point, and Wen Xin didn’t want to beat around the bush with Mr. Jiang anymore. She couldn’t fathom his purpose for coming to Beijing, but she had her own people to protect and couldn’t let her carelessness cause permanent regret.

After Wen Xin finished speaking, Mr. Jiang didn’t rush to counter her words but simply lit the cigarette in his hand, took a drag, and smiled faintly.

“Some things are not a matter of change but of restraint. Acting impulsively isn’t always the solution.”

After finishing a cigarette, Mr. Jiang continued to explain.

“I only found out that the people from Shadow Alliance were the old Wen’s when I met Wen Yuqing. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I am fully aware of how deeply you despise the Shadow Alliance, and I do this to help protect you. You haven’t even completely subjugated the Chou League yet, and I don’t think you stand a chance against the Shadow Alliance.”

“Wen Xin, you’re just a young girl and should be doing young girl’s things. Fighting and killing isn’t for you—it’s something I will take care of. I will certainly avenge you and satisfy you.”

Mr. Jiang extinguished the cigarette in his hand and tossed it into the ashtray beside him, letting out a soft sigh.

“The Shadow Alliance belongs to the Old Fox, and I only found out about it in the last couple of years. However, until your wings are fully grown, the stability of the Independent State still requires the Old Fox’s presence, which is why I haven’t told you the truth.”

“And now, even though you know, I hope you can stop… Just be the little princess you are, and leave the dirty work to me.”

“I don’t need that. I will avenge my parents’ deaths myself, and I will deal with the affairs of the Independent State on my own. Right now, I just want to know whether you are friend or foe to me; I don’t want you to stab me in the back when the final battle comes.”

Wen Xin’s dark, shining eyes bore a heavy weight as Mu Chengxi entered and saw this scene. He stood in place, unmoving, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

Mr. Jiang, upon hearing Wen Xin’s words, looked somewhat displeased, though he quickly let out a light laugh. His gaze at Wen Xin was one of indulgence and helplessness.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I never expected that the little princess I raised would one day doubt my identity…”

“It’s not a question of your identity, but ever since I learned my grandfather could kill my parents for profit, I don’t dare to trust anyone…”

When Wen Xin spoke, she kept her eyes locked firmly on Mr. Jiang, her gaze sharp, as if the moment he declared himself an enemy, she would attack.

Seemingly unable to overcome Wen Xin’s stubbornness, Mr. Jiang sighed helplessly as he looked at her.

“You little girl, I’m really defeated by you. You are so much like your mother… Don’t worry, with your determination, I won’t stand against you.”

With Mr. Jiang’s affirmative response, Wen Xin’s expression softened considerably. It was then that she noticed Mu Chengxi at the cabinet at the entrance. She stood up, walked over to Mu Chengxi, and embraced him lightly, resting her head on his chest.

Mu Chengxi said nothing, just holding Wen Xin in his arms and gently kissing her forehead.

“Alright, it’s getting late. I’m going to go upstairs to rest,” Mr. Jiang said with a sigh as he looked at Wen Xin, who was nestled in Mu Chengxi’s arms. The girl was too stubborn. He could only hope that she would be able to walk her path well in the future.

Mu Chengxi nodded slightly to Mr. Jiang, both polite and respectful. Mr. Jiang could feel that Mu Chengxi had accepted him, and the inexplicable hostility had completely vanished at this moment.

Watching Mr. Jiang’s retreating figure as he went upstairs and hearing the bedroom door close, Mu Chengxi lifted Wen Xin in his arms and headed to the upstairs room.

Entering the bedroom, Wen Xin had calmed down. Mu Chengxi placed Wen Xin on the sofa beside her and held her gently.

“What’s the matter? Why did you suddenly lose your composure?” Mu Chengxi pressed his head against the top of Wen Xin’s hair, clearly feeling the agitation in her breath.