“Yuhua tea leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth. It is a top-quality product and lives up to its reputation.”

Mu Heng tasted it and found it had an elegant aroma, a mellow taste, refreshing flavor, and a sweet aftertaste. It was the best green tea.

Mu Guozhi laughed a few times, shook his head and sighed: "Among the younger generations, you are the most calm and composed."

Except for Mu Guozhi who has no children, the other three houses all have sons, but Mu Heng is the most outstanding among them, while the other two are either obsessed with flowers or lazy and don't like to study.

Mu Heng didn't say anything. He picked up the black piece with his long fingers and dropped it lightly onto the chessboard.

Mu Guozhi picked up the white piece and then put it down.

He glanced at Mu Heng and said, "How are your injuries?"

Mu Heng gave birth to another child and said calmly, "It's all right now."

Mu Guozhi nodded. When he learned that Mu Heng was ambushed and injured, he became very worried. He couldn't eat or sleep well. He was worried about Mu Heng all the time.

Mu Guozhi picked up the white piece and waited for a long time before asking Mu Heng, "What are you going to do with it?"

Mu Heng looked at him, then at the situation on the chessboard, and said, "No regrets after making a move. Everyone must be responsible for their own actions."

Mu Guozhi was shocked. He was silent for a long time, shook his head and sighed, then slowly moved the white piece into one of his weaknesses, thus completing the move for the black piece.

Mu Guozhi was compromising with him.

Mu Heng is right, everyone must be responsible for their own actions.

Everything has its own cause and effect. If you sow bad seeds, you must bear the bitter consequences.

This time, Mu Guozhi didn't plan to plead for his brother.

Because the more you give in, the more you lose.

Mu Heng was injured this time, so what about next time?

Will it be the turn of Mu Heng’s wife and children, and then his family, and his eighty-year-old mother?

Mu Guozhi could take this opportunity to announce that he would no longer be in charge and transfer all power to Mu Heng.

Mu Heng glanced at it calmly, quickly picked up a black piece, and continued to secure the victory.

In fact, no matter Mu Guozhi tried to stop him or not, he would still stick to his decision.

The only difference is that the former hurts the relationship between uncle and nephew, while the latter gets the understanding of the elders.

If Mu Guozhi could understand, Mu Heng would be even more fearless and would fight back to the end.

Ruan Mengmeng came out of Madam Mu's room, and Zhang Wan arranged her into a room.

Ruan Mengmeng went up to the third floor, where there was only a bedroom, a study, and a large living room.

The three are connected to each other, seeming to show that they belong to one person.

Ruan Mengmeng walked through the living room and went to the balcony. She lay on the balcony. On her left wrist was a thin chain shining with gold. It was given to her by Old Madam Mu.

Ruan Mengmeng stared at the fountain in the outer courtyard in a daze. She didn't even realize that her skin was trembling in the night wind.

This was what Mu Heng saw when he went up to the third floor.

He paused for a moment, then retracted the coldness in his eyes, slowed down his steps, and walked behind Ruan Mengmeng.

Ruan Mengmeng suddenly had an extra coat on her body, and then she heard a clear voice behind her saying, "It's cold at night."

Ruan Mengmeng looked back at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mu Heng glanced at the expression on her face and explained calmly: "This floor is my private one."

Private exclusive?

No wonder the living room and two bedrooms look like they belong to one person.

Moreover, the decoration style is simple, tending towards cool colors, and the person living here is obviously a male.

Ruan Mengmeng narrowed her eyes, looked at Mu Heng in front of her, and asked, "Did you arrange for me to live here?"

Mu Heng was speechless. He shrugged his shoulders. He said he would not take the blame for such a big crime.

Later, Ruan Mengmeng also guessed that it was Zhang Wan's deliberate arrangement.

"Misunderstood. You sleep in the bedroom tonight and I sleep in the study."

After saying this, Mu Heng turned around and walked towards the study.

Ruan Mengmeng looked at his back, frowned and said, "Mu Heng."

Hearing the voice, Mu Heng stopped and still turned his back to her.

"You said you would protect me, and that also includes letting me do whatever I want, regardless of whether it's right or wrong?"

Ruan Mengmeng frowned and asked in confusion.

If they...are really together, can she still do whatever she wants?

She doesn't want the relationship between two people to be about tying up the other person's hands and feet and becoming a burden to each other.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and said without hesitation: "Of course."

"Do whatever you want to do. I will give you advice but I won't interfere with you. Even if... you are wrong."

Mu Heng understands what Ruan Mengmeng needs in her heart.

What she needs most is a sense of security, and her world will not collapse no matter what.

From then on, he would restrain whoever was her enemy.

If the whole world betrayed her, then he would betray the whole world.

It was his promise to give her enough sense of security.

This sentence made Ruan Mengmeng's eyes flicker slightly, and she continued to ask: "You let me ask for anything, but I don't have what you want?"

What she heard the most was that Mu Heng really wanted to protect her and provide her with more protection, but she had never seen him express even the slightest desire for her emotionally.

Doesn't he feel that such an exchange is an injustice to himself?

Ruan Mengmeng thought.

She was a little confused.

It was also the first time that I encountered an opponent whose thoughts were difficult to predict.

When Mu Heng heard Ruan Mengmeng's words, he looked up and his gaze fell on the antique clock in front of him. The spring turned little by little, and the "tick-tick" sound of the clock swinging was heard in the quiet living room.

It's five minutes to midnight.

Just when Ruan Mengmeng thought that Mu Heng would not answer her question, his voice rang out again in the huge living room.

"How do you know I don't want to?"

It seems to be as light as ever, but with a slight change in emotion.

While Ruan Mengmeng was stunned, Mu Heng had turned around and walked in front of her, approaching her step by step. Ruan Mengmeng stepped back with her back against the edge of the balcony.

Mu Heng supported his hands on the balcony behind Ruan Mengmeng. He leaned over slightly and approached Ruan Mengmeng, with a lust in his eyes that she had never seen before.

Ruan Mengmeng's whole body was tense. She clenched her hands at her sides and bit her lower lip, trying her best to suppress the discomfort in her body. The air around her seemed to be sucked out bit by bit.

"I know you don't like being touched by the opposite sex, so..."

Mu Heng paused for a moment, then glanced at her extremely beautiful face, and said affectionately and attentively, word by word: "I'm waiting for you to get used to it."

After saying that, he left a kiss between Ruan Mengmeng's eyebrows, causing Ruan Mengmeng's eyelashes to tremble slightly.

At the same moment the clock in the living room began to chime twelve times.

The night wind blew across the balcony, blowing up Ruan Mengmeng's hair and skirt.

He said that it was not that he didn't want to, he was just waiting for her to get used to him.

Adapt to what?

His touch, even kissing, or even closer contact...