A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Chapter 371 - 371: Sending a Gown, The Protagonist Is Not At Home

Chapter 371 - 371: Sending a Gown, The Protagonist Is Not At Home

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What is this… Where did you get it from?” Wen Xin looked at the jade stone Mu Chengxi placed in front of her without reaching out to touch it. She had seen this item in ancient books and was naturally aware of its value.

“It was brought back from an auction in Pochinki. Zhuge Jingming mentioned your cold constitution, so I thought this item would be useful for you.”

Mu Chengxi watched Wen Xin’s expression, not wanting to miss her reaction to the Warm Jade he had brought back for her.

Seeing Mu Chengxi’s anxious expression, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow, picked up the box containing the Warm Jade from the table, examined it for a while, then took the Warm Jade out of the box and placed it in her palm. The warm temperature of the Warm Jade instantly spread throughout Wen Xin’s body, making her comfortably squint her eyes.

Seeing Wen Xin’s expression, Mu Chengxi’s nervousness made him think Wen Xin might not accept it.

Wen Xin put the Warm Jade back into the box and raised an eyebrow at Mu Chengxi, “Thank you, but I want to try the effects of the acupuncture I developed myself first. If my acupuncture doesn’t work after a month, I’ll carry the Warm Jade with me.”

Seeing Wen Xin’s satisfied expression, Mu Chengxi picked up a piece of youtiao with chopsticks and placed it on Wen Xin’s plate, responding gently, “Okay.”

Mu Bei and Liang Luoyu watched the affectionate interaction between Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi, not wanting to say anything on the side.

The two exchanged glances, then walked into the living room, lay down on the sofa, and began to slack off. This was not something for them, as singles, to watch.

In the afternoon, Mu Chengxi’s brother, Mu Chengxu, appeared at Mu Chengxi’s home, followed by several assistants carrying several large boxes, one of whom was holding a huge makeup bag.

Mu Chengxi looked at Mu Chengxu, who had come uninvited, with a faint coldness and impatience in his deep, dark eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Mu Chengxi sat lazily on the sofa in a simple set of home clothes, looking as if he hadn’t fully woken up.

“I came to deliver a gown for Wen Xin. I guess, based on your character, you wouldn’t let Wen Xin simply wear any gown to a banquet, considering how beautiful she is. You don’t need to think about it; I know what you’re worried

about. You’re afraid someone will take Wen Xin from you.”

Mu Chengxu didn’t change her mind because of Mu Chengxi’s gaze. She walked into the kitchen unabashedly, poured herself a glass of warm water, drank it all in one go, and then sat down in front of Mu Chengxi.

“Quick, quick, quick, take a look at which gown suits Wen Xin. I called the Huoluo family in advance to prepare a few gowns that fit Wen Xin’s size. Otherwise, it might be too late.”

Saying this, Mu Chengxi had her assistants take out the prepared gowns. Each gown was stunning, captivating everyone’s gaze.

Mu Chengxi, looking at these gowns, seemed to have already pictured Wen Xin wearing them. He slightly squinted his eyes and coldly said, “Too old-fashioned. My girl is only nineteen years old. These clothes don’t suit her.

You keep them!”

Mu Chengxi had anticipated the impact these dresses would have on Wen Xin. How could he let his treasure be gawked at by a crowd?

Mu Chengxi’s refusal took Mu Chengxu by surprise. She looked at Mu Chengxi, hesitated for a moment, then spoke discontentedly, “I didn’t come here to seek your opinion. Where’s Wen Xin? I want to ask her which dress she’d like to wear.”

Saying this, Mu Chengxu was about to proceed upstairs, but before she could take a step, she heard Mu Chengxi lazily speak from the sofa, “The year is almost over. Are you not planning on wanting next year’s funds?”

Mu Chengxi’s words successfully made Mu Chengxu halt in her tracks. If not for Mu Chengxi’s reminder, Mu Chengxu almost forgot that Mu Chengxi was not only her brother but also her financial backer, her God of Fortune…

Mu Chengxu turned around. Teeth clenched in anger, she approached Mu Chengxi, “I’ve worked hard to prepare these dresses, and you just say no? Are you being too unreasonable?”

Mu Chengxu thought she could use moral coercion to change Mu Chengxi’s mind, but she soon realized she was mistaken. Mu Chengxi was impervious to persuasion, unwilling to listen to any argument.

Eventually, Mu Chengxu compromised. She waved at her assistants, “You guys wait downstairs with the dresses. I’ll be out in a moment.”

The assistants and the makeup artist left Mu Chengxi’s apartment. As the makeup artist left, she couldn’t help but give Mu Chengxi a few more glances before leisurely exiting the apartment.

Mu Chengxu sat down opposite Mu Chengxi, looking at him, then curiously glanced in the upstairs direction.

“What’s Wen Xin busy with upstairs? She should be able to hear me speaking, right? Why isn’t she coming downstairs?” Mu Chengxu was puzzled. Even if Wen Xin was busy upstairs, she must surely hear her speaking downstairs.

“She’s not home; she went out.” Mu Chengxi looked down at the tablet in his hands, not looking up, merely responding to Mu Chengxu’s question in a calm tone, showing no sign of agitation from her anger.

“What do you mean, Mu Chengxi? Wen Xin is not home, and you didn’t stop me from painstakingly selecting dresses. Are you playing me for a fool?”

Hearing Mu Chengxu’s furious roar, Mu Chengxi slowly looked up, his face filled with confusion, not understanding what he had done wrong.

“What did I do wrong? Since you entered, you’ve been busy. You didn’t give me a chance to speak, nor did you ask if Wen Xin was home. Now, you turn around and blame me. Don’t you think I’m being wronged?”

With a faint smile on his lips, Mu Chengxi looked at Mu Chengxu’s furious demeanor, finding it amusing. Unable to argue with Mu Chengxi, Mu Chengxu angrily stood up, left his house without looking back, and slammed the door behind her.

At that moment, Wen Xin and Wen Huai were sitting in a café. Wen Xin lazily propped her chin on the back of her hand, absentmindedly stirring her milk tea.

Wen Huai, noticing the protruding bones on Wen Xin’s wrist, looked up at her.

“Have you lost weight these past few days?”

“Probably not. I’ve been eating and drinking well every day, and I’m not allowed to stay up late. I shouldn’t be losing weight!” Wen Xin followed Wen Huai’s gaze to her wrist.

“You see; if you had just gone out with her, it would have been fine. Why did you have to call me out too? Now you’ve made her angry.”

Wen Xin looked at Wen Zhimo, who was selecting clothes at a nearby counter, and sighed helplessly..