The morning light poured into the main hall through the carved window lattices. Mu Xuejun stroked his rosewood walking stick. The Pixiu carving on the top of the stick was warm and shiny due to the passage of time.
"Zhiyue is a good kid,"
The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with warmth. "If it weren't for her, we would have died a long time ago during those years in the cowshed."
Mu Siwen lowered his eyes and responded, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the dark patterns on his cuffs.
"Grandpa is right."
He straightened his back, and said in a more serious tone than usual, "I will take good care of her and will never let her suffer any injustice in my life."
"Grandma is relieved now."
Grandma Mu was sewing shoe soles while wearing reading glasses. The silver needle made tiny silver lights in the sun. "I thought our Sven would be alone for the rest of his life, but I didn't expect that Zhiyue would win his heart."
The wrinkles at the corners of her mouth were filled with smiles.
However, what Grandma Mu didn't know was that Mu Siwen did die alone in his previous life.
He had no children and never married.
He focused on his work and became a well-known big shot in the political circle.
Mu Xuejun's cane made a dull sound on the bluestone slabs, and frost formed in his cloudy eyes: "Your uncle Lin is back. I heard that he is very opposed to you and Zhiyue being together, saying that you are an old cow eating young grass."
The old man stroked the tip of his red sandalwood cane with his skinny fingers. "Today we have an appointment with several families to have dinner together. There will definitely be a disturbance when the time comes."
Mu Siwen was adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeves when his knuckles suddenly tightened and the coldness of the metal seeped into his palms.
His jawline was tense, and he felt bitter in his throat as he thought of how he looked in his arms. "I'll make him agree."
"You know your uncle Lin's temper."
Grandma Mu took off her reading glasses and wiped the lenses repeatedly with a handkerchief. "He only has this one daughter. Wouldn't he be reluctant to let her go?"
Mu Siwen stood straight, the silver buttons on his cuffs gleaming coldly in the morning light.
He looked at the worry in his grandparents' eyes, and said with a firm tone, "Grandpa and grandma, don't worry, I will get Uncle Lin's approval."
As he finished speaking, the magnolia tree outside the window rustled in the wind, and a few petals fluttered on the carved window lattice.
Mu Xuejun stroked the mottled lines on the cane, and a trace of relief appeared in his cloudy eyes: "Okay,"
Mu Siwen buttoned the last button, and the mirror reflected his calm brows.
The wooden door of the Lin family slowly opened, and warm yellow light poured out.
Lin Lang leaned back on the sofa and slammed the teacup in his hand heavily onto the coffee table.
Mu Siwen certainly knew why Lin Lang was like this.
It's just because I'm trying to steal someone else's treasure, it would be strange for him to be in a good mood.
But what can we do?
That is the treasure he holds in his hands, and he will definitely not let it go.
So no matter how bad Uncle Lin’s attitude is, I can’t back down.
Seeing Lin Lang like this, Wen Yu pinched the flesh on Lin Lang's waist and said, "You're almost there."
Wen Yu was actually reluctant to give up her daughter at first, but when she thought about how outstanding her daughter was, she felt that no one was worthy of her.
The Mu family also watched this kid grow up. My daughter is with him and they are close to each other, so she can take care of him if anything happens in the future.
If my daughter doesn't stay with him and marries someone far away in the future, wouldn't I be even more worried?
So looking at Mu Siwen, everything about him is good.
Then he said to Mu Siwen, "Come on, Siwen, come and sit down."
The chandelier shattered into starlight in Lin Zhiyue's pupils. She leaned against the gilded screen, biting her lower lip, and the pearl tassels in her hair trembled slightly with the swaying.
When she met Mu Siwen's pleading gaze, she blinked, and the sly arc at the end of her eye contained three parts of teasing and seven parts of gloating, which clearly meant "May you be the lucky one".
As she turned around, her silk skirt swept across the Persian carpet. She quickly hid behind her mother, leaving the battlefield to the two men who were on the verge of a fight.
A rusty taste rose in Moussewen's throat.
He knew too well the stubbornness hidden in Lin Zhiyue's eyes - the girl who would build a nest for stray cats and give the last piece of cake to children, if she really faced the choice between family and love, would calmly say "let's break up".
This thought was like a poisoned silver needle, piercing his temple and making it throb.
Mu Siwen couldn't bear the days without Lin Zhiyue in his life.
So Uncle Lin must resolve this issue.
After thinking it through, Mu Siwen said to Lin Lang: "Uncle Lin, I have something to talk to you about alone."
Lin Lang also wanted to talk to this brat alone.
The two walked into the yard.
Lin Lang said angrily: "Mu Siwen, you are such a shameless bastard!"
The veins on his neck bulged, and the blood vessels on his forehead throbbed. "How old is my daughter? How dare you do that to her?"
Mu Siwen took off his glasses and wiped them. His eyes behind the lenses were as calm as water: "Uncle Lin, I love her very much."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Lang suddenly shouted and picked up the jujube wood clothesline under the corridor.
The shadow of the rough wood-grained stick came at him with the sound of wind, but he did not move at all. He just turned his head when the stick touched his shoulder, leaving the vitals to the flesh.
The dull sound startled the night owl on the treetop and the jujube wood stick hit his left shoulder hard.
Mu Siwen staggered half a step, and the blood that seeped out quickly soaked his snow-white shirt.
However, Mu Siwen remained motionless and let him hit him.
The wooden door slammed open.
Grandpa Lin walked out quickly with his cane;
Lin Zhiyue's skirt fluttered, and her pearl earrings cast afterimages in the night wind.
Lin Lang raised the jujube wood clothesline pole high and was about to bring it down on his head. The shirt on Mu Siwen's back was already soaked with blood, but he still held his neck stiff and refused to lower his head.
"I'm going to beat you to death!"
Lin Lang's hand, veins bulging, swung the stick again. The sound of the stick breaking through the air startled Lin Zhiyue so much that she covered her mouth.
She looked at Mu Siwen's stubborn profile.
"dad!"
Lin Zhiyue was about to rush forward, but Grandma Lin grabbed her wrist tightly.
The sweat from the old man's palms soaked her silk skirt.
The jujube wood stick hit Mu Siwen's back again, and the dull sound startled the night birds on the treetops.
Lin Lang panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot behind the lenses: "My fair and tender daughter was stolen by you, a wolf cub!"
His hand trembled slightly as he raised the stick.
"Uncle Lin!"
Mu Siwen suddenly raised his head, and the skin on his forehead was scratched without him noticing. Blood dripped down his jaw to his collarbone, "I love her very much, I want to marry her!"
Every word was so sonorous that the osmanthus flowers in the yard fell to the ground in panic.
Lin Lang's hand holding the stick trembled constantly, his knuckles turned white and almost embedded into the wood grain: "Are you still asking for more? You want to marry my daughter? No way! Do you know what a lifetime means?"
His roar startled the wind chimes under the eaves and caused them to jingle violently, mixing with the sound of osmanthus flowers falling in the yard.
The porch was crowded with people. My uncle and aunt were clutching their handkerchiefs with a look of panic. My brothers and sisters-in-law were whispering to each other. Even Mrs. Wang from the kitchen was standing on tiptoe to look through the crack in the door.
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