Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The Mu residence.

  Mu Yazhe parked the car in the garage, walked into the hall, and saw Mu Sheng and Mu Wanrou waiting for him.

  Grandmaster Mu was sitting on the master seat with a grim face. Mu Wanrou, who was kneeling beside him, was carefully massaging and kneading his legs from time to time.

  The moment he saw his grandson enter, he snorted angrily and confronted, “You are finally back!”


  Mu Yazhe greeted, “Grandpa.”


  Mu Wanrou wanted to speak when she saw him but kept quiet in the end.

  Mu Sheng slammed the table with evident fury.

  “Where did you go in the past two days?! Do you still remember that you have a home to return to here?!”


  “I’m busy.”


  “Busy?! What were you busy with?! Were you busy with a woman in bed?!” his grandfather furiously lambasted.

  She hastily tried to soothe his fury. Gently caressing his rapidly heaving chest, she meekly commented, “Grandpa, don’t be mad. You have to take care of your health! He must be busy with work in the office; that’s why—”


  “Hmph! Is he really busy? Wanrou, you are always looking out for him, but has he ever been thoughtful to you?”


  Her face froze as her eyes brimmed with grievances.

  The atmosphere in the hall turned heavy and dark, hinting of the approach of a storm.

  Mu Yazhe sat on the couch, looking serene as he brewed himself a cup of tea. He was apparently unaffected by his grandfather’s display of fury. His attitude further infuriated Mu Sheng.

  “That Xiangti Walk garden house you bought; who did you give it to?” Mu Sheng asked gloomily as he looked at his grandson through narrowed eyes.

  Mu Yazhe frowned for a second. Obviously, his every move recently was being monitored.

  What he did a minute ago had swiftly reached his grandfather’s ears.

  He was rather unhappy when he learned of this, so he did not respond to his grandfather’s interrogation.

  “Are you not going to speak up?”


  Seeing his unresponsiveness, the old man straightened his back and then threw a folder in front of his grandson. “At least explain this matter, then!”


  Mu Yazhe took out the stack of information sheets and a few photos from the folder and flipped through them without any expression.

  As expected, Grandmaster Mu had sent his men to investigate Yun Tianyou’s identity.

  Mu Wanrou, who was standing at one side, curiously walked over to take a closer look. Her expression froze and her heart plunged when she saw the photos!

  She did not know that Mu Sheng had checked on that little boy.

  She was completely ignorant of this.

  She was secretly fuming; things had not gone according to her plan.

  If her grandpa found out about that boy, then that would lead to Yun Shishi.

  What if the investigation led to that matter that had happened over a decade ago……

  She stifled a breath at the thought and her heart hung in the air for a second.

  Mu Sheng was too angry to notice the change in her, though, and he coldly continued amid his obliviousness, “Have you checked thoroughly on this child yet?”


  Mu Yazhe glanced up at Mu Wanrou, who was looking unsettled, and replied evenly, “No.”


  “This child looks to be six or seven years old. How did that happen?!” the old man angrily retorted. “I don’t care how that child came about; in any case, Mu’s bloodline has to return to this family! Bring him back!”


  She regained her composure and immediately said, “Grandpa, we can put this matter aside for now! We haven’t even determined this child’s identity yet. This is quite a hasty conclusion, isn’t it?”


  Her grandpa snorted, “This child seems to have been cast in the same mold as Little Yichen. This alone is sufficient evidence of the boy’s kinship to our family! Identity can be fabricated but not his DNA!”