OFCC – Chapter 78

Mu Yanxi’s hand trembled in fright, and she guiltily tossed her phone away.

But it was too late.

Yi Wulan had already seen the content on her screen.

Or perhaps, Yi Wulan had been watching her scroll through Weibo for a long time, long enough to have read all the comments before she finally spoke.

Mu Yanxi suddenly lacked the strength to even lift her head.

Yi Wulan’s gaze fell heavily on the dropped phone, then shifted to Mu Yanxi’s face, which was made even more vibrant and striking than usual by the heavy stage makeup. Now, with her head bowed and her eyelashes trembling, a blush born of shame and anger mingled with her rouge.

Her fingers twisted together nervously, making her look pitifully lovely, a vivid and fragrant beauty.

It wasn’t until the ‘click’ of a seatbelt being unbuckled sounded by her ear that Mu Yanxi reacted. She hurriedly unfastened her own seatbelt, bent down to fumble for her dropped phone in the darkness, and prepared to get out of the car.

Only then did Mu Yanxi realize they had arrived home. The car was parked in the underground garage, with only a few faint green safety lights casting a dim glow.

Perhaps it was the environment, but Mu Yanxi felt as if she were blind, unable to find her phone no matter how hard she searched.

Especially as the feeling of the gaze fixed on her grew stronger, Mu Yanxi finally pressed both hands flat against the floor mat and at last found her phone.

She immediately closed the Weibo page, let out a small sigh of relief, and straightened up. “Alright, we can go back…”

Before she could finish her sentence, she was suddenly pushed.

Her seat had been reclined to its lowest position at some point. With just a gentle push, she was caught off guard and tumbled backward. After a muffled thud, a figure pressed down, entangling her completely.

The sudden movement left Mu Yanxi with no strength to resist. She could only fumble to push at Yi Wulan’s shoulder. “What… what are you doing?”

Yi Wulan was face-to-face with her, holding her in an embrace, her hands clasped around Mu Yanxi to pull her into her arms. The action was both dominant and tender, a physical answer to Mu Yanxi’s question about her intentions.

The car’s interior lights, which had been on, had just been extinguished. In the dim, cramped space, Mu Yanxi could only see Yi Wulan’s blurry silhouette, just like in the photo she had posted on Weibo.

Mu Yanxi tilted her head slightly, looking at Yi Wulan in a daze. “You…”

Yi Wulan reached out and covered Mu Yanxi’s eyes. “Don’t talk.”

This scene, combined with their position and the sound of breathing that seemed infinitely amplified despite its softness, made Mu Yanxi’s heart race and her face flush.

Moreover, when she finally met Yi Wulan’s seemingly indifferent gaze but couldn’t guess what the other was thinking, Mu Yanxi grew inexplicably nervous and began to reflexively wonder if she had done something wrong.

She gave Yi Wulan a slightly forceful push and used the gap to quickly scramble backward.

However, while the car seat was comfortable for sitting, trying to turn over and crawl away was quite a struggle. She had just managed to crawl a little and grab the back of the seat when a hand reached out and yanked her back.

A hand pressed down on her most sensitive spot, the side of her waist. Mu Yanxi froze, not daring to make another move. She let out a couple of muffled whimpers and lay still.

Just then, Yi Wulan suddenly leaned in, gently brushing aside the hair by her ear. “What are you hiding from?”

Mu Yanxi whimpered again, burying her head in her arms and refusing to answer.

But even though she didn’t move, the hard-to-ignore presence behind her didn’t dissipate.

As if given permission, the warm breath near her ear drew closer, and the sensation of hair brushing against her neck intensified, until a warm touch pressed against her ear and gently took it into a mouth.

Mu Yanxi’s fingertips clenched abruptly, and she almost bristled. “No!”

Although she and Yi Wulan had been shamelessly intimate with increasing frequency lately, their more daring encounters had always been behind closed doors.

Even though the underground garage was empty except for them, Mu Yanxi instinctively refused, her whole body tensing and trembling slightly. “Some… someone might come, mmm.”

But who would have thought that this time, Yi Wulan wouldn’t indulge her as usual? She didn’t let go even after hearing her warning.

Mu Yanxi felt both weak and irritable. Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth and bit down on the small headrest cushion, letting out a very wronged-sounding whimper.

But this action seemed to give Yi Wulan a reason. Taking advantage of the fact that her mouth was full and she couldn’t make any noise, which meant she wouldn’t attract anyone.

Yi Wulan simply turned Mu Yanxi’s head, her kisses trailing along her cheek to the corner of her lips, and then she kissed her forcefully.

Mu Yanxi trembled all over. Though she was usually full of flirty remarks and could maintain a straight face while reading the fans’ exaggerated comments, when she was actually forced to endure this in the car, she was a complete coward. She felt a scorching heat wherever their bodies touched. The car’s air conditioning was off, yet in the single-digit temperatures of the early morning, her entire body felt as if it were being licked and scorched inch by inch by flames.

Mu Yanxi was on the verge of tears.

Yi Wulan kissed her for a long time, only stopping when Mu Yanxi’s struggles gradually weakened. She then lowered her eyes to gaze at the now completely disheveled Mu Yanxi.

Mu Yanxi was still wearing the red costume from her performance. The layers of gauze were now completely spread out, looking even more beautiful and bewitching than they had on stage.

Yi Wulan’s quickened breath fell on the side of Mu Yanxi’s face, making her ears turn so red they looked like they might drip blood.

Mu Yanxi seemed to have lost her tongue, stammering, “You… you’re done kissing, aren’t you… aren’t you leaving?”

Yi Wulan paused slightly at her words. “You want to go back?”

Although Yi Wulan’s tone was quite calm, no different from usual, to Mu Yanxi’s ears, it carried a hint of provocation.

Yes, provocation.

Mu Yanxi felt that if she said the word ‘yes,’ Yi Wulan would actually let her go.

But if she said it… wouldn’t she be admitting defeat to Yi Wulan?

Ever since they got together, she had always been the one teasing and flirting with Yi Wulan. It should be Yi Wulan who was hiding or getting flustered. Both her pride and competitive spirit prevented Mu Yanxi from actively begging for mercy.

Mu Yanxi flicked a stray strand of hair from her cheek, revealing a pair of defiant eyes. She turned halfway, reached out to pinch Yi Wulan’s chin, and curved her lips in an arrogant, bottom-up smirk. Her scorching lips pressed firmly against Yi Wulan’s, almost like a bite, as she challenged, “Who said anything about going back?”

Even though Yi Wulan was the one who had turned off the lights and reclined the seat without her noticing, her expression was now very serious, as if she were still the polite and aloof ice queen from the daytime, her every move measured and never crossing a line. “Really, here?”

Mu Yanxi ground her back teeth. She would rather Yi Wulan just get on with it than be asked like this. Such questions felt like a form of torture.

Yi Wulan clearly didn’t have any strange bedroom kinks, but to Mu Yanxi, these few words sounded like they were deliberately meant to embarrass her.

She viciously grabbed Yi Wulan’s collar. “Are you going to do it or not?”

And so, Mu Yanxi had to swallow the consequences of threatening Yi Wulan alone. The overwhelming, invasive presence landed on her lips, and her earlier bravado dissipated within seconds.

She could no longer care about face. She forcefully turned her head away, dodging Yi Wulan’s kiss, and scrambled forward in a panic.

Yi Wulan quietly watched Mu Yanxi’s movements. Just as most of her body had crawled past the front passenger seat and freedom was in sight, Yi Wulan decided to pursue her. She shot out a hand, grabbed Mu Yanxi’s waist, and once again pulled the person into her arms. They tumbled together onto the spacious back seat of the car.

At the same time, Yi Wulan pressed a button, and the front passenger seat returned to its upright position. The front and back rows seemed to be completely separated, and the space inside the car was suddenly halved.

Mu Yanxi: …

After struggling for so long, Mu Yanxi found herself in a worse situation than before. She became furious. “Yi Wulan! What if the driver comes to get the car tomorrow? Have you no shame?”

Mu Yanxi tried to appeal to Yi Wulan’s conscience, knowing that in front of outsiders, someone as self-disciplined as Yi Wulan cared about her image even more than she did.

Who knew that Yi Wulan would just give a faint hum of agreement, her gaze fixed on Mu Yanxi’s beautiful face and the lipstick that had been smeared around her mouth. She deliberately smudged it further with her thumb and said in a low voice, “There are many more.”

Many more what?

Naturally, many more cars in the garage.

Especially after marrying Mu Yanxi, whether it was cars bought by the little peacock herself or gifts from Yi Wulan and Mu Yanqing, Yi Wulan’s garage had expanded several times over.

Mu Yanxi suddenly had the urge to smash all these cars. Fuming, she retorted, “Then you’re not allowed to touch my cars!”

Yi Wulan’s movements paused. “Aren’t you coming to Rongjia with me tomorrow?”

Mu Yanxi: …

Oh, thank you for reminding me at a time like this of the dreadful news that I have to go back to work at Rongjia tomorrow.

Furious, Mu Yanxi hooked her arm around Yi Wulan’s neck and provoked her viciously, “Then let’s see if President Yi has any energy left to sign documents tomorrow.”

Mu Yanxi had always been confident in her seductive charms. She had always been unrestrained with such risqué talk in front of Yi Wulan, sometimes saying things far more explicit than this.

What she didn’t know was that the smeared lipstick around her lips added a touch of disarray to her entire appearance. No matter how fierce her words were, to Yi Wulan’s ears, they sounded like the meaningless struggles of a young beast on the verge of death.

Yi Wulan’s expression was calm, not the least bit affected.

And so, the smugness on Mu Yanxi’s face gradually froze. After confirming multiple times that Yi Wulan was neither frightened nor provoked by her, she turned red from head to toe with shame.

She whimpered softly a couple of times and finally admitted defeat, saying weakly to Yi Wulan behind her, “Do what you want, any… eh?”

As soon as the words were out, as if she had been waiting for permission for a long time, Yi Wulan immediately pulled open the outermost sash of Mu Yanxi’s costume, as if she had been planning it all along.

The intricate ancient costume was layered. Even with the sash undone, it didn’t fall open. The various visible and hidden clasps were very different from modern clothing, and she couldn’t figure them out.

This red robe was excessively flamboyant even in the darkness where vision was limited. Mu Yanxi tried to press her full weight against the seat, attempting to pin down Yi Wulan’s hand.

This motive was immediately detected by the person behind her. Yi Wulan let out a low gasp. “Is the costume an original?”

Mu Yanxi didn’t understand, but she answered along with Yi Wulan’s question, “It’s a spare costume specially prepared by the director’s team. The original is still hanging…”

Before she could finish, a “rip—” sound filled the air.

Mu Yanxi: …

The costume was so flimsy that the director’s team had specially rushed to make a backup. Now, perhaps because she was also pressing down on them, the two outermost layers of light gauze were torn right open with a gentle tug from Yi Wulan.

Before Mu Yanxi could react, her body was turned over. There were still several layers of gauze underneath, and it seemed Yi Wulan intended to keep tearing.

Mu Yanxi hastily grabbed Yi Wulan’s hand. “I-I’ll do it myself.”

Yi Wulan lowered her eyes and studied her for two seconds, as if assessing the likelihood of that statement.

Mu Yanxi was almost driven to laughter by Yi Wulan’s action.

They were already in this situation, was she really going to run away?

Mu Yanxi pressed the back of Yi Wulan’s head and gave her a deep kiss, then her hands gradually moved to her own body, undoing the several layers of intricate hidden clasps, leaving only the ties of her undergarment untouched.

The kiss deepened, but her movements grew gentler. Perhaps Yi Wulan’s conscience had kicked in, as she only brushed her lips lightly against hers, without much force, as if teasing, as if comforting.

But this sensation made Mu Yanxi even more frantic, and she thrashed about uncontrollably. “If you’re going to, then… then hurry up… Yi Wulan! Don’t you mmm…”

Yi Wulan did indeed stop, pulling back slightly to give Mu Yanxi a chance to breathe. “Weren’t you the one who wanted the car and the ceiling?”

Mu Yanxi’s eyes misted over as she looked at Yi Wulan in confusion. “But that was the people in the comments section, what does it have to do with me? If you want a car, go look on Weibo, don’t be like that.”

“But you can’t watch directly on Weibo, can you?” Yi Wulan’s brow furrowed slightly, as if asking on someone else’s behalf. “What day is it today?”

“The first day of the new year is oh-one-oh-one, of course. You don’t even know that?” Mu Yanxi sobbed. “I wonder if those little fools in the comments shouting about hiding in the ceiling know the car’s location or know about this date.”

After thinking for a moment, she added, “Anyway, a lot of people are just blind. They’ll watch the car drive right past and still complain they only saw the exhaust. If they can’t see it, they deserve it.”

Yi Wulan’s gaze shifted slightly downward, landing on Mu Yanxi’s half-removed, half-draped light gauze garment, her thoughts unreadable.

Only then did Mu Yanxi belatedly realize she hadn’t taken off her outer robe. Since Yi Wulan had torn two layers, it now hung loosely, looking incredibly seductive no matter how one looked at it.

She frantically tried to take off the unfastened layers, but the more she rushed, the more the thin gauze seemed to conspire against her, wrapping around her body in messy circles, looking exceptionally sensual.

Overcome with lust, Mu Yanxi thought of the R-rated scenes the netizens had described on Weibo, but she quickly shook the images from her mind.

Perhaps her movements looked too erotic, as Mu Yanxi could feel the gaze on her gradually growing hotter.

She was about to turn her head to look at Yi Wulan, but just as she started to turn, a hand gripped her waist and pressed her down. Yi Wulan suddenly spoke seriously, “This outfit of yours is very beautiful.”

“What?” At first, Mu Yanxi thought she had misheard, only realizing after a long moment that she hadn’t. Although her costume was indeed beautiful, it was now torn and messy. She certainly didn’t think Yi Wulan was genuinely complimenting her.

Yi Wulan soothingly patted her head twice but said no more. Even the emotions hidden in her eyes—from watching the performance tonight and hearing the shouts of so many people—were concealed by the darkness, impossible to discern.

Only then did Mu Yanxi hesitantly ask the question she had been wanting to ask. “Did… did you read my Weibo comments just now?”

“I did.” Yi Wulan answered without hesitation this time, even adding softly, “It is indeed beautiful.”

Tied up, it was indeed beautiful.

A strong but uncertain guess formed in Mu Yanxi’s mind. She tried to ignore Yi Wulan’s hands fiddling with the red gauze on her body and said calmly, “What are you thinking?”

Yi Wulan’s movements stiffened slightly. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly tugged on the fabric, a scene that had been playing in her mind finally breaking through. “Before the curtain call, you and him…”

She stopped mid-sentence.

Mu Yanxi only felt a tightness on her wrist and asked in confusion, “What?”

A flicker of imperceptible annoyance crossed Yi Wulan’s eyes, as if she felt she had asked a foolish question. She didn’t speak again, continuing to pull Mu Yanxi’s other hand over.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Mu Yanxi felt she had missed something. She struggled against the hold on her hands, surprised. “What did you want to ask? Before the curtain call, I…”

Mu Yanxi also stopped mid-sentence.

She turned to study Yi Wulan’s expression.

Yi Wulan subconsciously covered Mu Yanxi’s eyes, not wanting to meet her gaze.

Mu Yanxi swatted Yi Wulan’s hand away, thinking, It’s so dark in here, what’s there to hide?

But… that wasn’t right.

A thought suddenly popped into Mu Yanxi’s head. As if she had realized something, her eyes lit up as she looked at Yi Wulan again.

If Yi Wulan didn’t have a guilty conscience, why would she avoid the topic? Why wouldn’t she even let her see her eyes?

Before the curtain call, Sang Yan, playing Prince Qi, had bent down and leaned toward her. And she, the little commandery princess, had also tilted her head up slightly. Under the specially arranged lighting effect, it looked like lovers whispering intimately, or perhaps… kissing.

But heaven was her witness, the distance between her and Sang Yan was almost wide enough to fit another person. It was completely a matter of camera angles.

Mu Yanxi finally understood Yi Wulan’s proactiveness tonight.

In the past, hearing her talk about how much her fans loved her and seeing the comments online were all through a screen. How could that compare to the directness of seeing and hearing it in person at the concert?

“Ah…” Mu Yanxi suddenly gave a sly smile. She leaned in front of Yi Wulan, her eyes narrowed in a grin that wouldn’t stop. “President Yi, my dear President Yi, do you smell that? Oh my, such a strong smell of vinegar, it’s making me sour.”

The great President Yi: …

Yi Wulan didn’t want to deal with Mu Yanxi’s teasing. She held the back of her head and was about to kiss her.

But this was the first time Mu Yanxi knew that Yi Wulan could actually get jealous.

The cold and aloof great president would actually get jealous over her?

Mu Yanxi instantly felt this could rank third among her life’s achievements.

As for second, that was marrying Yi Wulan.

And the number one achievement… was naturally her devastatingly beautiful face.

Mu Yanxi was shaking with laughter, but she was already in a prone position and had deliberately leaned closer to Yi Wulan. The moment she moved, she felt a pull on her wrist. Mu Yanxi hissed, and the smile on her face instantly vanished.

Only then did she belatedly realize that both of her wrists were tied together, and what’s more, they were also secured to her waist.

Now, it was as if her weak spot had been seized, and she instantly panicked. “Yi… Elder Sister, my good sister, what are you doing?”

Yi Wulan was always a little different in bed than she was during the day, but for the most part, she had been well-behaved recently, so Mu Yanxi hadn’t thought in other directions.

At this moment, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Mu Yanxi’s mind. The clear sensation of restraint on her wrists made her realize… perhaps Yi Wulan’s parental-like lectures were limited to the daytime.

And it wasn’t until she had foolishly jumped into the trap Yi Wulan had set that she realized this fact.

Mu Yanxi struggled slightly, trying to break free, but despite the rustling of the gauze, she couldn’t succeed. She glared at Yi Wulan. “Untie me!”

Yi Wulan didn’t move.

Mu Yanxi softened her voice slightly and explained, “Good sister, I don’t like being tied up. It’s inconvenient.”

“I didn’t intend to tie you up.” Yi Wulan leaned down and kissed the corner of Mu Yanxi’s mouth. “I just saw you were so engrossed in watching.”

Mu Yanxi: ???

That was just the Weibo netizens talking nonsense, what did it have to do with her?

“Good sister, please untie me.” Mu Yanxi rubbed against the corner of Yi Wulan’s mouth, kissing her nonstop.

But Yi Wulan still said nothing, her silence a refusal.

Mu Yanxi looked at Yi Wulan strangely. She didn’t want to discuss the netizens’ special kinks with Yi Wulan in this compromising position. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She lifted her head and bit at Yi Wulan.

But Yi Wulan tilted her head slightly, and Mu Yanxi ended up biting her earlobe.

Yi Wulan: …

The sharp pain on her ear mixed with a tingling numbness seeped into her cerebral cortex. Scenes from the concert, both on and off stage, flashed through her mind. The nameless impulse that Yi Wulan had suppressed all night finally broke free. She pinched the nape of Mu Yanxi’s neck, her kisses falling from Mu Yanxi’s beautiful eyes.

Down the high bridge of her nose, and finally landing on her lips…

At the moment she was about to suffocate, a ridiculous thought crossed Mu Yanxi’s mind: Those netizens hiding in the ceiling probably won’t see anything. They should be hiding on the car roof.

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By the time the car windows were fogged with condensation, the shaking of the car finally stopped.

The car door was opened, and a damp hand slapped onto the outside of the door frame, only to tremble from the cold air of the garage.

On the first day of the new year, Mu Yanxi entered the house on wobbly legs. She forced her trembling body to take small steps.

Even knowing the housekeeper was long asleep at this hour, she tried her best to walk normally, not wanting to show any sign of what had happened.

Seeing how difficult it was for her to walk, Yi Wulan hurried forward to support her. “You…”

“Don’t talk to me!” Mu Yanxi shook off Yi Wulan’s hand, rejecting her coldly.

Yi Wulan hesitated, but still rushed two steps after her. “But…”

“I told you not to talk!” Mu Yanxi had been thoroughly bullied and was in no mood to be pleasant, though she was also taking the opportunity to deliberately throw a tantrum.

But this time, for some reason, Yi Wulan’s disciplinary instincts kicked in. Before she could take two steps, Yi Wulan caught up again. “But the elevator is over there.”

At the same time, Mu Yanxi had opened her mouth to retort, “Yi Wulan, don’t go too far…”

Then her voice died. A second later, she asked weakly, “What did you say?”

Yi Wulan patiently repeated, “Let’s take the elevator. It’s over there.”

Mu Yanxi wanted to argue that she felt like taking the stairs, but her current physical state didn’t allow for such willfulness. She could only mutter, “Oh…”

Once back home, the short-tempered little ancestor couldn’t resist as she passed the guest bedroom. After several months, she once again swiftly entered the room. But mindful of the housekeeper sleeping downstairs, she didn’t even dare to slam the door too hard, shutting herself in with no sense of ceremony at all.

It was hard to say if she was trying to anger Yi Wulan or just adding to her own frustration.

The guest bedroom was usually unoccupied. The moment Mu Yanxi stepped from the warm hallway into the room, she shivered from the cold.

Right now, Mu Yanxi was only wearing the white undergarment; she had left the red gauze in the car. When she first got out of the car, she still had some lingering warmth and could barely stand the cold, but now the sweat on her body had cooled, and she couldn’t stop shivering.

She found the switch for the central air conditioning, but after pressing it for a while, there was no response.

The circuit for this bedroom was probably turned off at the main unit since it wasn’t in use.

Mu Yanxi: …

To make matters worse, Yi Wulan, who had been knocking on the door for a while, had gone silent.

Mu Yanxi stood blankly by the door. The bravado she had used to try and anger Yi Wulan instantly vanished, replaced by endless regret and self-loathing.

Did she come up with this plan with her feet?

Even if she was going to sleep in a separate room from Yi Wulan, she should have taken the master bedroom, right?

“Ah—” Mu Yanxi covered her eyes in misery, letting her sore, weak legs give way and slide to the floor.

Then she was so cold she shivered again, pitifully crawling to the bed and wrapping herself in the duvet.

Forgetting the elevator and trying to take the stairs after getting out of the car was embarrassing enough, and now this. Mu Yanxi buried her face in her knees in agony, wishing she could just die.

But once she had completely calmed down, Mu Yanxi gradually came to terms with it.

She had already lost all face in the car. What could be more embarrassing than that?

Suddenly, the video call ringtone on the phone she had miraculously not left behind rang. Mu Yanxi thought it was Yi Wulan. Adhering to the principle of not losing face even if she lost the battle, she expressionlessly accepted the call, even though her hands were trembling from the cold.

She glanced coolly at the screen, but the face that appeared was… Mu Yanqing’s.

Mu Yanxi: …

Mu Yanxi’s brows furrowed, her face clearly written with the disdainful words, ‘Why is it you?’

Mu Yanqing: …

Seeing this, Mu Yanqing clutched her heart dramatically. “You’re this unhappy to see me? Is this how you treat me on my first call of the new year? I’m your favorite sister!”

“Alright, alright, good sister.” Mu Yanxi’s gaze drifted to the door. She hadn’t even locked it, but Yi Wulan hadn’t made a move. She grew impatient. “It’s past two in the morning, what did you call for?”

So annoying.

Mu Yanqing, completely oblivious to Mu Yanxi’s impatience, immediately took credit. “Of course, I’m here to tell you good news.”

Mu Yanxi’s gaze paused, as if giving Mu Yanqing one last chance. “What good news?”

Mu Yanqing said quite proudly, “The Black Swan 707 I promised to give you is now docked at the Yuncheng port, and all the necessary paperwork has been completed. You can use it for parties or to go out to sea whenever you want.”

Mu Yanxi: … “Oh, didn’t you already tell me that?”

Mu Yanqing immediately heard a tone of, ‘You already bought it, why do you need to emphasize it again? Are you planning to buy it on credit?’ It was a tone of taking it for granted.

Mu Yanqing’s competitive spirit was ignited, and she immediately brought up the second matter. “Don’t blame your sister for not protecting you before. Tonight, when I saw people attacking you and saying you were faking your piano playing, I immediately found Teacher Feng to support you!”

Mu Yanxi: … “Oh, thank you so much.”

When Mu Yanxi saw on Weibo that Teacher Feng had posted in her defense, she felt both warmth and extreme shame.

This Teacher Feng was indeed the highly respected former head of the Yancheng Conservatory of Music. He had won major awards both at home and abroad in his youth and was a venerable figure in the music world.

But he had another identity: Mu Yanxi’s piano teacher.

When Mu Yanxi had first returned to the Mu family, her foundation was poor, so her parents had hired the newly retired Teacher Feng at a high price. Teacher Feng was highly skilled in his teaching methods but was also very strict, which was how Mu Yanxi had made such leaps in progress in just a few years.

In Mu Yanxi’s memory, Teacher Feng rarely praised her, let alone in front of others. And Teacher Feng had the eccentric temper of an artist; even though the Mu parents offered a sky-high price, he only taught Mu Yanxi and refused Mu Yanche.

His beautiful excuse was: not enough talent.

This had infuriated Mu Yanche.

But that being said, Mu Yanxi was truly surprised that Teacher Feng would publicly support her on Weibo. She would have to find an opportunity to visit the old man.

Seeing Mu Yanxi’s lack of enthusiasm, Mu Yanqing finally threw out her third piece of news. “Right! I sent the contract you wrote to Mu Yanche, and he rejected it after seeing the terms. Our family’s money won’t be scammed away. Aren’t you happy?”

Mu Yanxi was stunned, genuinely surprised by this.

After all, in the loan contract she had given Mu Yanche, the interest rate was almost the same as what Mu Yanche had proposed to Mu Yanqing, practically at the lowest possible level. She had only added a few common yet aggressive clauses typical for such large loans.

They merely specified the repayment period and the consequences.

Given Mu Yanche’s usually fearless nature, he shouldn’t have been afraid of such clauses. After all, according to the novel, the protagonist was supposed to be brave and forge ahead, and everything would fall into his lap.

Mu Yanxi suddenly asked, “When did Mu Yanche reject you?”

Mu Yanqing answered truthfully, “Just half an hour ago.”

Mu Yanxi thought for a moment and quickly understood the key point. It was likely that after his System was attacked by her, some things had changed, or perhaps it had made Mu Yanche wary of her.

But it didn’t matter.

It was just a waste of the big picture she had painted for Mu Yanche.

The Feicheng new energy vehicle project occupied such a large part of the book, and Mu Yanche’s System had just been attacked by her at the concert. The System relied entirely on the completeness of the plot and the likability points from others for power, and tonight it had gained neither.

It was unlikely to let Mu Yanche stop following the plot. It would probably redouble its efforts to achieve its goals.

Besides, in the novel, Mu Yanche didn’t really only have Xinyu as his backer. If he chose the other side… Mu Yanxi’s face fell into deep thought.

In her past life, Mu Yanche had wanted to sever ties with that side, which was why he had framed her for everything to maintain a clean reputation.

But this time, was Mu Yanche going to take the initiative to make a deal with the devil?

Mu Yanxi hadn’t slept in nearly 20 hours, and her mind was a mess, so she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Mu Yanche had to follow the plot eventually. There was no use in overthinking it now. She would just have to adapt when the time came.

She perfunctorily placated Mu Yanqing with a few words, calling her ‘good sister’ until Mu Yanqing was overjoyed and finally hung up the video call, satisfied.

Mu Yanxi sat on the bed, wrapped tightly in the duvet, feeling the room get colder and colder.

Helpless, she took out her phone and scrolled through Weibo, trying to find some comments that could stir her emotions. A tag with her name was still trending, and the comments on the public square were very harmonious.

But under the blurry photo of Yi Wulan’s back that she had just posted… she had the feeling her Weibo account could be suspended at any moment:

【Why hasn’t the little vase responded? Don’t tell me she was really dragged away?】

【Help, help! My mind is now full of video clips of her with red-rimmed eyes from crying.】

【Does any sister know where she lives? I still haven’t managed to climb onto the ceiling.】

【The clever me is already lying on the car roof. I bet she’ll be ruthlessly suppressed before she even makes it home.】

“You’re the one who won’t make it home and will be suppressed.” After seeing this comment, Mu Yanxi got angry again and shamelessly cursed, “Don’t they know I’m the top?”

“Click—” The door was suddenly opened. The last syllable of Mu Yanxi’s sentence was still hanging in the air as she came face-to-face with Yi Wulan’s peach blossom eyes.

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