Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Standing at the doorway were the twins, with a solemn-looking man in a black suit in tow. It was unknown when the trio had arrived at the Mu residence.

  Youyou, donning a black trench coat with his hands tucked inside his pockets, had a frigid expression on his face; his brother, who was standing beside him, looked equally resentful as he clenched his fists and trained his terrifying gaze on his grandaunt.

  “Trust you to return to the family, Mu Yichen!” At the sight of the older boy, Mu Shumin snorted jeeringly. “I thought you’ve already forgotten about your identity and acknowledged an imposter as your mother!”


  “Take a seat since you’re already here!” ordered Mu Linfeng with a wave of his hand.

  One of the servants immediately moved two stools over and, in a gentle manner, said, “Please take your seats, young masters!”


  Little Yichen remained indifferent and aloof to her words.

  It was only after studying them closely for a while that the servant realized that she had confused one for the other. She walked over to Youyou’s side and stretched her arms to carry the boy to his seat, only to have her hands slapped away by him.

  “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”


  Left with no choice, she could only retreat to one side.

  The younger one lowered his gaze to the stool beside him before kicking it to the side emotionlessly. A loud

  was heard the next second. In his furious state, the lad possessed terrifying strength and was, thus, able to kick over the stool which was about as high as him.

  Mu Linfeng could not help feeling immensely enraged after getting over his momentary shock. He straightened his back as he studied the boy standing not far away from him. He could not believe that the boy had such energy hidden in his petite frame.

  Even though there was an ancient saying that went, ‘fearless like a newborn calf that isn’t afraid of the mighty tiger,’ the child before him was no mere calf. In fact, he was practically the tiger king of the newborns. The boy was not at all cowed by the impressive lineup in front of him.

  His mother was equally shocked, for she had never seen her darling son looking so fierce before.

  While the boy might be a tad more mature and unusually earnest compared to his peers, he had always been the refined, little gentleman with his elegant and gentle disposition in her presence. The air surrounding him now, however, was vastly different from the energy he usually exuded; his presence at the moment seemed aggressive yet lethal.

  Even when he simply stood there without saying a word, that overwhelming yet startling presence of his was on par with that of a seasoned figure like Mu Linfeng!

  “I have no more intention of calmly talking things over with you guys since you have already clearly stated your stance.” In an elegant move, he turned around and scoffed in disdain. “If it hadn’t been on the account of my father’s years of hard work, I would’ve long gotten rid of the Mu Group.”


  His mother’s eyes, meanwhile, bulged wide. She could hardly believe that such blunt and arrogant words had come from her son’s mouth—the mouth that had spoken nothing but sweet nothings to her.

  A memory of his warm smile and bright eyes surfaced right then of the boy parting his lips and spouting cutely, ‘I want a hug, mommy!’


  That image then gradually fragmented, pulling her out of her daze. Youyou’s eyes were indeed teeming with iciness and hostility.

  Although Mu Linfeng was choking over the boy’s arrogant words, he chalked them up to the boy’s ignorance and tender age. Only then did he simmer his anger and scoff. “Such pompous words coming from a boy of your age! You want to get rid of the Mu Group? Boy, this is no game; we don’t have the time to play house with you!”