Mu Xiaolin's entire demeanor was off. He ripped off his tie, his voice icy. "Why should I be engaged to a tainted woman two years my senior?"
Mo Shanshan was two years older than him, what else could she be but an old hag?
"Xiaolin." Bai Ping understood her son's resentment. Truthfully, she wasn't happy either. Mo Shanshan had originally been Mu Lichuan's fiancee. Now that she'd been defiled by a ghost, they were pushing her onto Xiaolin instead.
She had tried to prepare him mentally, but when the day came, no man could swallow such humiliation without bitterness.
"Mom, I know we have no choice. But even my woman is just Mu Lichuan's cast-off trash. How am I supposed to accept this?" The boy's delicate features twisted with quiet fury.
If not for his mother, he’d gladly unleash the dark energy inside him, let it consume them all until not even their corpses remained.
At first, the sight of those blackened bodies had terrified him. But now, after watching countless zombie apocalypse films, he'd grown numb. Compared to those gruesome deaths, his victims merely turned an unnatural shade of black - hardly noteworthy.
"Xiaolin, I’ve told you, you must endure." As the Mu family’s matriarch now, she had to consider their interests, so long as it didn’t harm her son.
Mu Xiaolin took a deep breath. "Mom, I know I have to endure. But what’s strange is..." He trailed off, his eyes conveying silent suspicion.
He’d suspected this for a while - that their every move seemed anticipated in advance.
Bai Ping understood immediately. "Don’t worry. I’ll handle it."
This required the master’s intervention and a specialist’s inspection.
Watching them, Mu Lichuan realized they might have discovered the hidden cameras, or were pretending to. Either way, it was time to remove them. Leaving evidence now would backfire.
He’d already placated his grandfather and proved Mu Xiaolin wasn’t his father’s son. The earlier DNA test had clearly been tampered with, and it didn’t take a genius to guess by whom.
Yet, with the dark energy inside Mu Xiaolin acting as a ticking time bomb, they had no choice but to acknowledge him as a member of the Mu family for now. Better to appease him than risk an outburst.
The engagement between the Mu family’s second young master and the Mo family’s eldest daughter drew every influential figure in Chuan City. For Mu Lichuan, it was also his formal introduction to high society.
In his past life, these CEOs had groveled before him. Now, with his father yet to introduce him, their gazes slid past indifferently.
"Mu Lichuan." Mo Shanshan approached the youth, her heartbeat quickening at the sight of him sipping wine with effortless grace. If she had to marry into the Mu family, she wanted him - not that unstable time bomb, Mu Xiaolin.
Who’d want a husband who’d outlive her youth as a cultivator?
Mu Lichuan turned, smiling at the girl in the pristine white gown. "Miss Mo - no, I should call you sister-in-law from today."
"Mu Lichuan, are you mocking me?" Mo Shanshan’s pretty face twisted slightly. A venomous thought took root - Wasn’t he originally my fiance? Why not make it so again?
As for Mu Xiaolin - too gloomy, too unlikable. And what she didn’t like, she discarded.
Tonight’s banquet was the perfect opportunity.
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