Mu Nanxun regretted his words as soon as they were spoken. He had said Ouyang was a loose tongue, but wasn't he the same way? But the words were already out, and there was no going back.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became somewhat subtle. For a few seconds, no one spoke; the only sounds were the heartbeats of a few people and the soft chewing of Mu Wenya.
Just as Mu Nanxun was about to say something to ease the tension, he saw Ouyang gulp down a whole glass of red wine, his eyes glazed over. He stared at Mu Wenya for a while, then whispered, "Wenya, can I say something?"
Mu Wenya stopped chewing, raised her head, and gradually revealed a gentle smile. "Ouyang, you've forgotten again. You should call me Sister Wenya."
"I don't want to call you 'sister,' Wenya. You're only two years older than me, why should I call you that!"
"Young Master Ouyang, how can you speak to our young lady in such a tone..."
Just as Li Ma was about to step forward to stop her, Mu Wenya raised her hand to interrupt her and said softly, "Li Ma, go to the kitchen and make another soup. I remember Ouyang likes to drink soup."
Three soups were already served on the table. Mu Wenya was just saying this to get rid of Li Ma.
"Young Miss, this..."
"Go quickly."
Mu Wenya was unusually annoyed, so Li Ma could only grunt and go into the kitchen.
"Uncle Zhang, you should go down too, let everyone else go down as well."
"Yes, Miss." Uncle Zhang bowed respectfully and gave a wink to the servants in the villa, who then left.
"Miss Xia, you're not feeling well, so let me take you back to your room to rest."
Upon hearing this, Xia Bingqing proudly pouted, "No, I'm not going. I want to stay with Brother Xun."
"Then it's not up to Miss Xia. Two people, drag Miss Xia away."
"Who dares? I am the daughter of the Xia family, how dare you servants treat me like this!"
"I'm so sorry, Miss Xia."
Then, two men in black came out, grabbed Xia Bingqing, and dragged her upstairs despite her resistance.
For a moment, only Mu Wenya, Mu Nanxun, and Ouyang remained in the restaurant.
"Should I also avoid this area?"
Mu Nanxun was about to get up when Mu Wenya stopped him, "No need, just stay here. Ouyang, I remember telling you five years ago that you can only treat me as your older sister, and that will never change."
“I know, I remember…” Ouyang gave a bitter smile, “But I don’t want to, what can I do? I don’t want to call you ‘sister’… nor do I want to be a distant guest to you… I…”
"I'm sorry, but you'd better give up on that idea now. I only consider you a younger brother." Before Ouyang could finish speaking, Mu Wenya interrupted him. Her voice was as gentle and polite as ever, but her tone was firm and left no room for argument.
Ouyang swallowed the words he hadn't finished speaking. A bitter taste filled his throat, and the drunkenness that had just surged up suddenly subsided. He felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, becoming much colder and more sober.
"Wenya, you still... don't want to hear me finish what I have to say?"
"It's useless to say it, so why bother saying it? It will only add to your troubles."
Silence fell again.
After a while, Ouyang nodded, poured another full glass of red wine into the glass in front of him, tilted his head back, drank it all in one gulp, and then swirled the empty glass in the air.
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