That single word was like a loud crack of thunder, causing the man to freeze in shock. A chill rose from within his spine. At once, a terrifying thought appeared in his mind—it was him! It was him!
The calm and indifference on his face instantly vanished as he shouted in fury, “Mu Xichen!”
Mu Xichen’s expression was cool and slightly amused, a huge contrast to Mu Donglin’s twisted rage.
The latter gritted his teeth and took a step forward with clenched fists.
Before he could get close, the window on the metallic white Spyker rolled upwards slowly. Mu Xichen looked at him with his deep and dark eyes, saying, “What should belong to you, shall return to you.”
Those words stung Mu Donglin like salt on a fresh wound, suddenly drawing a sharp and violent reaction from him.
“Shut up!” He raised his fist and hit the car window. It landed with a dull thud.
A sharp pain shot through his hand. He heard his brother’s voice again through the small gap above the car window. Underneath that amused tone was an unmistakable warning. “If you touch what isn’t yours, then you’d only be going down a road of no return.”
Mu Donglin was now livid and shouted furiously, “Get out of the car!”
Mu Xichen smiled triumphantly, and as though he had not heard the other man, he started his car and drove away.
As he looked at the metallic white Spyker disappearing into the distance, he hollered like a man on the verge of a meltdown. “You bastard!”
A black Bentley rolled up. The chauffeur looked at the livid CEO who had lost his calm.
It seemed… Mu Donglin… had gone mad.
…
Lin Ya was in his villa when he received the anonymous video this morning.
Furious after watching it, that was when he received a call from his parents as well.
The family members all gathered and headed off to the Mu Family Mansion in a flurry, and then, from there, they made their way to Xun Huan Gang. Lin Ya himself drove them, using his own car.
And now, the chauffeur had sent Father Lin and Mother Lin home. Lin Ya then asked Lin Kerou to get into his car.
He drove an ordinary sedan that did not stand out from the other cars.
Lin Kerou sat in the front passenger seat, feeling, strangely, that the atmosphere in the car was rather nerve-wracking.
After some time, she finally spoke up timidly and cautiously, “Big Brother…”
Lin Ya chortled softly and remarked, “You’re getting quite capable, aren’t you? Getting bold enough to play such tricks.”
The girl was shocked. Avoiding his gaze, she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Who is the other person?” He wasn’t probing but asking with certainty.
She panicked and lifted her head. Looking into Lin Ya’s placid but sharp eyes, she stammered, “I… didn’t…”
“Still, you’re not capable of being too ruthless.” Lin Ya tapped his fingers on the dashboard lightly, his gentle eyes flashing as he continued, “It was Mu Xichen, wasn’t it?”
That single word was like a loud crack of thunder, causing the man to freeze in shock. A chill rose from within his spine. At once, a terrifying thought appeared in his mind—it was him! It was him!
The calm and indifference on his face instantly vanished as he shouted in fury, “Mu Xichen!”
Mu Xichen’s expression was cool and slightly amused, a huge contrast to Mu Donglin’s twisted rage.
The latter gritted his teeth and took a step forward with clenched fists.
Before he could get close, the window on the metallic white Spyker rolled upwards slowly. Mu Xichen looked at him with his deep and dark eyes, saying, “What should belong to you, shall return to you.”
Those words stung Mu Donglin like salt on a fresh wound, suddenly drawing a sharp and violent reaction from him.
“Shut up!” He raised his fist and hit the car window. It landed with a dull thud.
A sharp pain shot through his hand. He heard his brother’s voice again through the small gap above the car window. Underneath that amused tone was an unmistakable warning. “If you touch what isn’t yours, then you’d only be going down a road of no return.”
Mu Donglin was now livid and shouted furiously, “Get out of the car!”
Mu Xichen smiled triumphantly, and as though he had not heard the other man, he started his car and drove away.
As he looked at the metallic white Spyker disappearing into the distance, he hollered like a man on the verge of a meltdown. “You bastard!”
A black Bentley rolled up. The chauffeur looked at the livid CEO who had lost his calm.
It seemed… Mu Donglin… had gone mad.
…
Lin Ya was in his villa when he received the anonymous video this morning.
Furious after watching it, that was when he received a call from his parents as well.
The family members all gathered and headed off to the Mu Family Mansion in a flurry, and then, from there, they made their way to Xun Huan Gang. Lin Ya himself drove them, using his own car.
And now, the chauffeur had sent Father Lin and Mother Lin home. Lin Ya then asked Lin Kerou to get into his car.
He drove an ordinary sedan that did not stand out from the other cars.
Lin Kerou sat in the front passenger seat, feeling, strangely, that the atmosphere in the car was rather nerve-wracking.
After some time, she finally spoke up timidly and cautiously, “Big Brother…”
Lin Ya chortled softly and remarked, “You’re getting quite capable, aren’t you? Getting bold enough to play such tricks.”
The girl was shocked. Avoiding his gaze, she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Who is the other person?” He wasn’t probing but asking with certainty.
She panicked and lifted her head. Looking into Lin Ya’s placid but sharp eyes, she stammered, “I… didn’t…”
“Still, you’re not capable of being too ruthless.” Lin Ya tapped his fingers on the dashboard lightly, his gentle eyes flashing as he continued, “It was Mu Xichen, wasn’t it?”
