"Uncle Lin, I can give her my life."

Mu Siwen's voice was as cold and hard as metal. Bloodstains meandered across his pale jaw, dripping onto his shirt, leaving dark red flowers.

"You, you get out of here!"

Lin Lang suddenly started coughing violently, and the wooden stick hit the bluestone slab heavily.

"I don't want to see you!"

But the trembling ending revealed his inner wavering

The way this boy looked at his daughter was exactly the same as when he was young, even more passionate and desperate.

"Uncle Lin, I don't want anything else but Yueyue."

Mu Siwen lowered his eyes to avoid everyone's gaze, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves pinched deeply into his palms.

He thought of how his spine, which had never lowered an inch at the business negotiation table, now bent into a soft arc for the girl.

"roll!"

Lin Lang turned around abruptly, with his back to the crowd, and his voice was so muffled that it seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest.

He was afraid that if he looked at the stubborn young man again, he would be tempted to beat him to death.

But Mu Siwen knew that he couldn't leave. If he left at this time, all his efforts would be wasted.

He is a lonely, arrogant and cold wolf, but he is willing to give everything for Lin Zhiyue.

Mu Siwen took a deep breath, slowly bent his right leg, and slammed his knee heavily on the cold bluestone slab.

This man who has been able to influence the political world is a proud person who is unwilling to even kneel down on his knees.

He was kneeling on one knee at this moment, but his spine was still straight.

When Lin Zhiyue saw this, he quickly ran over to help him up. There was no need to do this because he knew that Mu Siwen was a proud person.

And dad was just talking.

Lin Zhiyue was dragged and staggered, with her back pressed against the carved wall covered with wisteria.

Mu Siwen's hot palm covered her wrist, and his fingertips brushed her cold skin: "Don't move."

His voice was hoarse and restrained, his bloodstained shirt almost stuck to her trembling chest, and the strong smell of blood wrapped in cedar perfume enveloped her.

The courtyard was silent, and the sunlight cast a layer of golden light on the silhouette of Mu Siwen kneeling on one knee.

Lin Lang's hand holding the stick was shaking violently, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Get up, get up!"

There was a hint of anger in his voice, but it couldn't hide the slight trembling.

"Uncle Lin, Grandpa Lin,"

Mu Siwen raised his head, the blood on his forehead gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "I miss the Lin family's treasure, so I have to give the Lin family an explanation."

He held Lin Zhiyue's hand tightly, "But Yueyue, I can't let go, even if I lose my reputation.

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Every word and sentence was like a heavy hammer, making everyone's breathing pause.

Grandpa Lin sighed as he leaned on his cane, his white hair swaying gently in the wind.

He thought of how decisive this boy was in politics, but now he was willing to give up his pride for a girl, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little warm.

The aunts took out their handkerchiefs and quietly wiped their tears, and the sisters-in-law looked at each other with red eyes, their eyes full of envy.

Grandma Lin came over tremblingly, and her skinny hand touched Mu Siwen's bloody shoulder: "Child, grandma agrees."

Her voice choked with sobs. "But Zhiyue is our family's treasure. Grandma asks you not to hurt her in the slightest."

Mu Siwen's tense back finally relaxed. When he took a deep breath, the wound on his back moved, but he still looked up at Grandma Lin with a firm look in his eyes: "Grandma Lin, I will use everything I have to protect her."

He turned to look at Lin Zhiyue, the love surging in his eyes almost drowning her.

Wisteria flowers fluttered down and landed on the backs of their crossed hands, like a silent blessing.

Lin Lang slammed the jujube wood stick hard on the bluestone ground: "I'm telling you, if you treat my daughter badly, I will kill you!"

He turned his head away from looking at their clasped hands, the white hair at his temples trembling slightly in the night wind - he knew very well that it would be difficult to find another person in the world who would sacrifice his dignity for his daughter.

Mu Siwen straightened his back, one knee still against the cold stone slab: "Uncle Lin, don't worry. If I can't do it, I'll give you my life."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Lang turned around and walked into the hall. The sound of his clothes brushing against the door frame was deliberately heavy, but it couldn't hide the slight relaxation at the corners of his mouth.

"You are so stupid, so stupid!"

Lin Zhiyue rushed forward and grabbed his hand. Her fingertips touched the scabbed wound on the palm of her palm, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

She looked at his shirt with blood seeping from his shoulder, and suddenly remembered how he looked dignified and aloof in a suit and tie when they first met, but now he was kneeling in the mud for her.

Mu Siwen held her face in his hands and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb: "It's worth it."

He bent his head and kissed away the tears on her eyelashes, and his breath was filled with the scent of jasmine in her hair.

He didn't want her to cry, her tears were precious, even for himself.

"In my heart, you are more important than my pride and everything in this world."

"Still stupid."

Lin Zhiyue hit his shoulder, but he pulled her into his arms.

The lanterns in the corridor behind them flickered, casting their shadows on the blue brick wall.

There was a sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks in the distance. It was Grandma Lin urging people to start eating, but Mu Siwen whispered in her ear: "As long as it's for you, I'm willing to kneel as many times as I want."

Everyone retreated back to the hall tacitly. The sisters-in-law whispered to each other with red eyes, and the uncles sighed and shook their heads - who could have thought that the heir of the Mu family, who was so powerful in the business world, would overturn his pride for half his life for a girl.

Lin Zhiyue adjusted her skirt, but Mu Siwen grabbed her wrist. He stroked the lines on the back of her hand with his fingertips and said softly, "Let's go in and eat."

Mu Siwen's palms were warm, and he held Lin Zhiyue's hand tightly, deliberately slowing down his pace as he walked through the carved archway.

Lin Lang caught a glimpse of the two people holding hands, snorted heavily from his nose, turned his head to stare at the celadon vase in the corner, but his neck was as tense as a string.

Wen Yu leaned against the rosewood screen and chuckled, spinning her pearl earrings on her fingertips: "Why are you pretending? Are you not satisfied until my daughter and I are made to cry?"

She stepped forward and patted her husband's stiff back. She caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiyue's red eyes and said, "Look how scared the child is."

"Dad~Thank you."

Lin Zhiyue broke free from Mu Siwen's hand and jumped into her father's arms.

Lin Lang's shoulders trembled violently, his Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't speak for a long time. He only felt his nose sour - the girl in his arms was still the soft and tender girl, but her hair was already stained with the scent of someone else's cedar perfume.

Wen Yu looked at her husband's red eyes, feeling both angry and amused: "My daughter is only 16 years old, and she still has several years to get married. Why are you feeling wronged?"

She deliberately stretched out her tone and tapped her husband's fat belly with her fingertips, "The legal age for marriage is 20. If you want to get married, you have to get past me first."

Lin Lang's back straightened instantly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

He pushed his daughter away with a stern face and reached out to straighten his messed-up tie: "If you want to marry my daughter, you can't do it without ten or eight years of observation!"

But she secretly glanced at Mu Siwen and saw him lowering his eyes and smiling lightly, with tenderness in his eyes. Her heart inexplicably softened a little.