Mu Tingyun slammed the table and scolded Xie Jingan: "If you can't speak, shut up!"
Xie Jing'an lowered his head and was also worried about Mu Tingyun's current situation.
But he was born a talkative person. After being quiet for a while, he couldn't help but speak again.
Xie Jingan said, "Third brother, if you had really cut ties with Qin Yinong back then and not deceived Chen He and cheated on her, perhaps things wouldn't have gotten to this point today."
If Mu Tingyun hadn't been playing both sides, he wouldn't have disappointed Song Jingcheng.
If Mu Tingyun had always been liked and respected by Song Jingcheng, how could Mu Xiao, who coveted the Song family's property, be willing to abandon Mu Tingyun?
Hearing Xie Jingan's words, Mu Ting took a sip of his wine and shook his head, saying, "It's not just because of this."
The real reason why my uncle was disappointed with him was that he had the intention to harm innocent people.
"Speaking of which."
Back to the point, Xie Jing'an asked Mu Tingyun: "What's going on with Xie Jinghong?"
Mu Tingyun sneered and said, "Xie Jinghong is the old man's illegitimate son, and his mother is the second son's aunt."
Xie Jing'an thought about this relationship in his mind for a while, and finally came to the conclusion: "So, your father slept with both sisters?"
This was not a glorious thing, and Mu Tingyun was too lazy to say anything.
"By the way, Second Brother Mu has now become the largest shareholder of Mu Enterprises. What are your plans next?"
Mu Tingyang had become the largest shareholder of Mu Enterprises, and it would only take him a word to drive Mu Tingyun away. "Will you resign gracefully, or wait for Second Brother Mu to kick you out?"
Mu Tingyun said nothing.
Mu Tingyang...
That blind man can't see that holding so many shares and firmly sitting in the position of the largest shareholder of Mu Group is simply a waste of resources.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Just send me back."
Xie Jingan quickly paid the bill for him, helped him out of the bar, and asked him, "Are you going back to Akina Mountain or Longhu Mansion?"
"Mansion."
Xie Jingan was shocked: "The old man's funeral hasn't even ended yet, why aren't you going?"
"What did you do there? Burn down his funeral hall?"
Xie Jing'an was afraid that Mu Tingyun would really do this, so he quickly went with the driver to personally escort Mu Tingyun back to Longhu Mansion.
Until Mu Xiao was buried, Mu Tingyun did not show up, and Xie Jinghong did not show up either. In the end, it was Mu Tingyang who, with a cane in one hand and a portrait in the other, sent Mu Xiao to the cemetery for burial.
On the night of the funeral, Mu Tingyang took a nice bath and fell asleep.
When he woke up, he didn't know what time it was. He cleared his throat and asked, "Yan Fei, what time is it?"
However, there was no echo of Yan Fei's voice in the house.
But Mu Tingyang did hear a suppressed breathing sound in the room. The voice came from the window and was very deep. It should be a man.
Mu Tingyang lifted the quilt, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked hesitantly, "Third brother?"
Snap!
The lighter went off.
Mu Tingyun lit a cigarette, took a slow and elegant puff, stared at his blind second brother for a long moment, and then said, "I went abroad these past two days."
"This world is big, but not too big either. In a foreign country, I unexpectedly ran into my former sister-in-law."
"Guess what, she actually has an eight-year-old girl by her side. That girl looks a lot like you, second brother."
Hearing this, a chill covered Mu Tingyang's face.
He gripped the bed sheet beneath him tightly with his ten fingers, and his breathing gradually became heavy.
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