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  “If you still show this face, then disappear from my eyes.”


  Mu Yazhe said this with an expressionless face and a strangely detached voice.

  Mu Wanrou gawked at him. It was as if she was talking to a stranger.

  “Zhe, what happened to you…… tonight?”


  “Huh?”


  “Usually, you’re not like this…… you’re not like this toward me.”


  The corners of his mouth curled into a chilling arch. He stepped closer to her.

  If it were per normal, him coming closer to her was something she would swoon over. However, looking at his piercing eyes and chilling presence now, she unconsciously took a step backward in fear.

  “How should I treat you, then?”


  If Yichen were to notice the bitterness on his face, his heart would also shudder instinctively. His father had never displayed this expression before……

  Ever since they were at EMPRESS, he could sense his father’s inexplicable ire. In the past, even if his daddy were to lose control, he would never show it on his face. However, tonight, he was especially out of control……

  She asked with a trembling voice, “Zhe, you’ve always been gentle to me, but tonight, why……”


  Everything was originally alright…… originally alright! However, after he entered EMPRESS and saw Yun Shishi and Gu Xingze standing together and being intimate with each other, his heart was thrown into disarray. He was in such a jumbled mess that he was unable to restrain himself.

  He was never a moody man. In fact, despite his cold persona, toward her, Grandpa Mu, and Yichen, he had always been more patient.

  He said emotionlessly, “Don’t mess around too much. I’ve already lost my patience with you.”


  “All along, toward me, there’s only ‘patience’? What am I to you exactly?”


  She was on the verge of tears as she questioned him bitterly, “Fifteen years. Have I never entered your heart once?”


  He gazed at her with cold eyes and replied apathetically, “We are just acting. You are too into the act.”


  She was rooted to the spot, as if lightning had struck her.

  She stared at him in utter disbelief. “Why do you want to marry me, then?”


  His eyes slightly narrowed, and he responded unenthusiastically, “Because it is grandfather’s wish.”


  He did not understand what marriage was before.

  The Mu was old money in the capital for over ten decades; they had a huge house, a huge company, and a strong foundation.

  Internally, it was chaotic. Everyone had clashing ideals and lusted for power, wealth, and control. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was destined not to carry personal emotions.

  He was unable to decide even his marriage.

  Mu Sheng had five wives. For as long as he could remember, conflicts existed within their huge family.

  Fight? What were they fighting for? It was just for status, for affection, and for inheritance. Who was fighting whom, everyone fought until they were battered up and gunpowder was in the air. They were duplicitous, stabbed each other’s backs, set up traps, and schemed against one another. In the world of the rich, one had to always thread on thin ice.

  His impression of marriage was that it was tiring and something that could not withstand even one blow.

  Since marriage could not withstand the test of power and money, it did not matter who his marriage partner was.

  Was there true love in this world?

  He did not know.

  He was still young back then, and Grandpa Mu had the highest position within the family. His one word was akin to an imperial decree, and no one dared to disobey.

  He was all along hardworking and outstanding, and Mu Sheng chose him as his successor simply because he had never let him down and done everything perfectly. He had never allowed himself to show any signs of weakness.