Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The House Bought Because of Her_1

Chapter 74 -74: The House Bought Because of Her_1

“You don’t have to do this,” she said, lowering her eyes demurely.

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“Don’t worry, I won’t let her stay here too long,” Mu Yingchen said with a hint of chill in his voice. He only let that woman stay because of a bet. He didn’t want Wanwan to marry him and attract criticism. He intended to have her legitimately become the Mu Family’s young madam.

A touch of warmth crossed Su Wanxia’s heart. “Don’t make things unpleasant with your family for my sake.” She knew he always respected his grandfather deeply and loved his mother dearly. That he would do this much for her was already more than enough to satisfy her.

“Hmm,” Mu Yingchen’s heart softened. He thought she would be angry, but she understood him completely.

“I’ll take you to see where I live,” Mu Yingchen said softly, stroking her hair.

Su Wanxia’s face lit up with joy, “Really? I don’t even know where you live yet.”

“Let’s go,” said Mu Yingchen, taking her hand and heading toward the car.

When they arrived at the new place Mu Yingchen had mentioned, Su Wanxia was somewhat taken aback.

“Why here?” she asked in surprise. The place was very close to her home—from the crossroad in the East District, her house was to the right after turning east, but Mu Yingchen’s place was a few minutes straight to the south.

Mu Yingchen smiled enigmatically: “It’s right here.”

Su Wanxia, curious, tugged at Mu Yingchen’s arm while walking: “When did you buy this house? I had no idea.” And for him to live alone, was there a need for such a big yard?

Stopping by the fountain, Mu Yingchen, with a touch of sentiment, said, “I bought it a long time ago, I just didn’t live here.” He had bought it to be closer to her because the Mu Family’s home was indeed a bit far from hers and inconvenient—it was just that he hadn’t expected—

Ever since she returned from abroad, he had moved here, unbeknownst to her.

Previously, when his mother came back, he moved back to the Mu Family’s home. But before he returned, he had already planned to live here long-term.

“Big brother, Wanxia,” Ji Hua ran out from the house, “Wanxia, are you okay?” he asked cautiously, worried that Wanxia might be upset about the call from him that morning.

Su Wanxia smiled: “I’m fine. What about you? Why are you here?”

Ji Hua’s face turned slightly awkward, “Just bored, so I came to wander around, heh heh.”

“You’ve got a rare weekend off, why didn’t you go see Yining?” Su Wanxia teased with a raised eyebrow.

“She, she’s been out of town performing lately, not in C City.” The mention of Gong Yining brought a look of longing to Ji Hua’s face.

“Tut tut,” Su Wanxia shook her head wordlessly at Ji Hua, thinking a reformed playboy is worth his weight in gold—this womanizer seems to have truly turned a new leaf.

“Hey? Right, I haven’t seen Chuyang for a long time; where has he gone?” Su Wanxia suddenly asked. She had been so busy lately, she hadn’t noticed, and now she realized that since Mu Feng’s wedding, she hadn’t seen him at all.

“Him?” Ji Hua had a sly grin on his face.

“Hmm,” Su Wanxia nodded.

“He’s on a business trip; might be back in half a month.”

“That long?”

“Not long, it’s no time at all, it’ll fly by,” said Ji Hua, his face brimming with joy.

Su Wanxia nodded skeptically; alright, they were all busy.

Seeing that Su Wanxia was in a pretty good mood and not at all sad or upset, Ji Hua looked admiringly at Mu Yingchen standing by the fountain; his big brother was getting more capable by the day. It was unexpected how quickly he managed to win Wanxia over.

On the other hand, he, a noted Casanova, was now miserably failing to win over his future wife. That’s not a good sign at all.

Mu Yingchen glanced at him, then took Su Wanxia’s hand and headed into the house.

Su Wanxia admired her surroundings as they walked and made silent comments in her mind—involuntary, of course; it was a designer’s instinct, after all.

The yard was large, with a fountain, a swimming pool, a garden, and more; the villa had three stories and a bit of European and American flair. She nodded to herself; this had the mark of a top-tier designer. Not bad, not bad at all.

Watching her look around, Mu Yingchen curved his lips affectionately and asked, “What do you think? Are you satisfied?”

Su Wanxia gave him an odd look, “Why are you asking me if I’m satisfied? It’s not like I’m going to live here. If you’re happy with it, that’s all that matters. But, it’s quite nice.”

“As long as you like it.”

Su Wanxia’s mouth twitched immediately. Please, had she said she liked it? She was just speaking from a designer’s perspective, okay?

Ji Hua also followed Su Wanxia and Mu Yingchen, and once he started talking, there seemed to be no end.

“Hey, Wanxia, this place is really close to your home.”

“Yeah, I know,”

“Actually, my big brother bought this place quite a while ago.”

“I know,”

“How do you know?” Ji Hua was surprised.

Su Wanxia looked at him as if he were an idiot: “Your brother told me.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I’m hungry,” Su Wanxia suddenly stopped walking and complained softly to the figure in front of her.

She had a habit of eating breakfast every day, but she had no appetite this morning because she was in a bad mood. Now her empty stomach was protesting.

Mu Yingchen turned around and frowned at her, “Didn’t you have breakfast this morning?”

“Hmm,” Su Wanxia nodded.

“Go to the living room,” he said and headed back.

Su Wanxia narrowed her eyes with a smile and then walked towards the living room.

Ji Hua was very curious as he observed Su Wanxia’s demeanor. He wondered how his brother had managed to deal with Wanxia, a super stingy vinegar pot.

It wasn’t long before Mu Yingchen came in with a tray, looking composed, but the servants were anything but composed.

They couldn’t be seeing things. The young master actually went to the kitchen to get food himself. Was the person in charge of his meals courting death?

In fact, the two servants responsible for the meals were innocent. They had wanted to bring the food over, but the young master insisted on getting it himself, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Mu Yingchen placed the tray on the table in the living room, “Eat.”

Su Wanxia immediately leaned in, a cup of hot milk, a fried egg, and freshly baked bread.

At the sight, Ji Hua exclaimed internally. No way, was all this eager attention necessary, even serving it personally?

“Brother, I didn’t have breakfast this morning either.”

Mu Yingchen sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and while flipping through channels, he said, “There’s plenty more in the kitchen.” That clearly meant he should either get it himself or ask a servant to get it.

Ji Hua pouted, see, a brother can never outweigh a wife in importance.

“Wanxia, you might as well move in here. Having my older brother provide for you every day would be so great,” Ji Hua suggested.

“Cough-cough,” Su Wanxia had just taken a sip of milk when Ji Hua’s comment caught her off guard, and she almost spit it out.

With her face red, she grabbed a tissue and, while wiping the corner of her mouth, glared at Ji Hua—it was irritation, not embarrassment.

“Can you shut your mouth while I’m eating?”

Ji Hua smirked mischievously, “Don’t get excited, I was just saying it offhand, hehe.”

Mu Yingchen, however, frowned in contemplation and then nodded to himself in approval. This suggestion wasn’t bad; he liked it.