, "The principal owes my uncle money and asked me to intercede. I didn't want to intercede for him, so I helped him raise money instead."“...”Why make things so complicated when it could be solved wit...Fu Group.

The President's Office.

"Master Fu, the latest news is that Miss Mu Xing and Sun Dehai went to Qingyun Mountain. Now Miss Mu Xing has gone up the mountain alone."

This is Yuntuo's third report on the whereabouts of Muses.

Since Mu Xing was last taken away by Wang Rongqian, Fu Lingxiao had Yun Tuo pick two young and inexperienced bodyguards to be assigned to Mu Xing's class, keeping a close eye on her movements and protecting her.

As soon as Mu Xing and Principal Sun left the school, the bodyguard reported to Yun Tuo. Yun Tuo had learned his lesson from last time, reporting any news about Mu Xing to Fu Lingxiao immediately.

What was that girl suddenly doing back at Qingyun Mountain

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and after a moment, he gave a faint command: "Send someone to secretly protect her."

"Yes."

Yun Tuo exited the office at once.

Sitting opposite Fu Lingxiao, Shen Yi smiled and said, "Alright, Old Fu, you've been staring hard enough. If Mu Xing, your sister-in-law, knew you cared about her this much, she would definitely be moved to give herself to you."

Fu Lingxiao ignored him and continued reading the project proposal.

Shen Yi was used to his coldness and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He switched into gossip mode: "Seriously, Lao Fu, have you and your sister-in-law ever engaged in any close contact sports"

Fu Lingxiao gave him a cold look. “Your head is full of yellow waste.”

"That's it then." Shen Yi shook his head disapprovingly, "Old Fu, you really don't measure up"

Fu Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to try"

The man who never smiled, suddenly uttered such a sentence.

Shen Yi's jaw almost dropped, he frowned and looked at Fu Lingxiao with a surprised expression, "Lao Fu, are you alright"

Fu Lingxiao had already lowered his eyes and continued to work.

Just when Shen Yi thought he wouldn't pay him any more attention, the man suddenly moved his thin lips: "She's still young."

A low and serious voice, unusually careful and earnest.

Shen Yi looked at Fu Lingxiao, surprised, but not surprised. The last time they had dinner together, he already saw how special Mu Xing was to his brother.

He put away his teasing expression and regained his seriousness. "I'm truly happy for you that you found someone you like, brother, but I still have to remind you, over the years, that mastermind behind the scenes has never given up on killing you. You know better than me how dangerous it is for Mu Xing to be by your side, so, like who you like, don't be too high-profile, lest she become that person's target and a weapon against you."

Fu Lingxiao pursed his lips, Shen Yi made a lot of sense, but...

"Other things can be understated, but liking something cannot. My child won't suffer such injustice."

For protection, so he hid her. It's not his style to apologize, he has the ability and confidence to protect her well.

The courtyard in front of the stone house was covered in leaves.

Mu Xing seriously looked around. In less than a month, the place was already desolate.

She suddenly missed the days she spent living here with her master, even though there were no pretty dresses, no big soft beds, and no delicious food. But she missed it so much.

I especially miss that lazy master.

If the master were home now and saw the door so dirty, he would definitely punch her in the head to make her quickly sweep it clean.

Mù Xīng took out the key, opened the door and went in. She grabbed a broom and quickly swept away the fallen leaves outside. Looking at where her master often sat lost in thought, she murmured, “Master, I’ve swept the floor clean. When are you coming back”

A moment later, he let out another sigh and put the broom away. He went to his master's room and walked straight to the large wooden chest at the foot of the bed.

Before, she would show her finished paintings to her master. After the master's critique, he would put the painting into a large wooden box. There were hundreds of them, at least. But when she opened the box one day, Mu Xing was stunned.

There's nothing inside, not even a single scrap of paper!

Empty!

"Too much!"

She even took her paintings!

Mu Xing stared blankly at the empty wooden crate, immediately deciding to take back her thoughts of her master!

She wouldn't miss that ungrateful jerk who only knows how to take advantage of her!

There was no ready-made painting, so I had to draw one temporarily.

Mu Xing quickly returned to her room to find her drawing tools. Luckily, both the tools and paints were still there. She set up her brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, adjusted her mood, relaxed herself, and began to draw.

This time, she was sketching based on memory from a previous snowy landscape painting. It only took her an hour and a half, but there was only half an hour left until the trading time.

It's too late, obviously.

Mu Xing could only call Principal Sun and ask him to call the buyer, delaying the transaction time by three hours.

Soon, Principal Sun called her back. "Mu Xing, the other party said we were late and wanted to cancel the transaction."

Hearing Principal Sun's dejected voice, Mu Xing encouraged, "Things aren't at their final stage yet. It's too early to give up. Give me the buyer's phone number, and I'll talk to him!"

Principal Sun immediately hung up the phone and sent the number to Mu Xing.

Mu Xing dialed the buyer's phone, but no one answered.

On the other side, the ninth floor of Meishe Club.

Inside a luxurious suite.

The assistant stared at the numbers jumping on her phone screen and said to Ye Fei Bai, "Young Master Ye, it's a strange number, probably from that seller's accomplice just now. Should I answer"

Yè Fēi Bái leaned against the sofa, his handsome face clouded with anger.

His grandfather bought a painting from somewhere half a month ago and loved it dearly. He insisted on finding another painting by the same artist, but he searched everywhere in vain. He bought some famous paintings to appease him, but his grandfather threw them aside like garbage and said that no matter how much money he spent, he had to find a painting by that artist. He was helpless, so he asked his assistant to post an online message offering a hefty reward for the painting.

After half a month, the seller finally arrived. They had agreed to meet at 7:30 PM at the art appraisal shop. As he was about to leave, the other party suddenly called and said they needed to postpone it for three hours.

To actually play a temporary change of plans on his head!

What is he, the Ye Shao of the Imperial Capital

"No!"

The assistant hung up the phone, but the next second, the number called again.

With no word of being blacklisted, he could only press the button again.

Until the other party called for the tenth time, the assistant was almost moved by their persistence. He also knew that Young Master Ye didn't really want to cancel the deal, after all, if the painting was real, it would be Mr. Ye's treasure.

But he couldn't directly persuade him. He had a flash of inspiration and said, "Young Master Ye, this man dares to disrespect you. We absolutely can't let him off easily. Why not take his phone number and invite him out for a lesson"

Ye Fei-bai didn't object.

The assistant immediately answered the phone and put it on speaker.

A soft and gentle voice came, "Hello"

Ye Fei Bai almost instantly recognized the voice. A flicker of surprise crossed his handsome and alluring face. He took the phone from his assistant's hand, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice, "Is this about selling the painting"und, when Mu Xing said again: "Speaking of which, I've been racking my brains these past few days, trying to figure out what gift to give my little uncle. Qiongbao, do you have any good ideas"This st...