Seducing a little girl, the arms tycoon is addicted to his pet

Mu Ningchi came out of the general manager's office and happened to meet Mu Ci who was walking out of the elevator while talking on the phone, followed by a secretary and ten bodyguards.

The secretary was holding a folder in his hand, and was constantly recording something based on the content of Mu Ci's phone call. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't even have time to wipe it off.

This is the real business tycoon of Telai Country, dealing with money every minute and every second.

Even though his face was covered with wrinkles and he was wearing casual clothes, he could not conceal the sharp temperament that emanated from him.

Mu Ningchi retracted his gaze, passed by Mu Ci without even looking at him, and walked into the elevator door with Chen Songwen one after the other.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hand reached in, and the door was sensed and reopened.

Mu Ningchi raised his eyes and saw the bodyguard beside Mu Ci.

Perhaps remembering the unpleasant experience at Taihe Cemetery where Chen Songwen outmaneuvered ten people at once and subdued him with one move, the bodyguard looked at Chen Songwen with a particularly unfriendly expression.

Not until the elevator door was completely opened did the bodyguard calm down, take a few steps back with a serious look, and stand in a row on both sides with the other bodyguards.

Mu Ci hung up the phone and turned around, staring at Mu Ningchi with his turbid eyes, like an ancient well in the autumn leaves, vicissitudes of life but calm.

"Good boy, your eyes are on the top of your head, can't you see your father? Come in with me!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Mu Ningchi paused for a second, then followed.

Chen Songwen behind him took a step forward, trying to stop Mu Ningchi.

"Brother Chi..."

"It's okay," Mu Ningchi said calmly, "What's coming cannot be avoided. Even if we didn't meet today, he would find a way to catch me back."

The father and son walked one after the other to the chairman's office of the Mu Group. It was much more luxurious than the general manager's office, and the decoration was more grand and upscale.

On the right hand side is a tea table with soft and flowing lines and antique charm, on which are placed exquisitely crafted tea utensils.

The bodyguards stood outside the door and closed it for the two.

Mu Ci stepped forward and sat in the main seat in the middle of the tea table, and gave orders to Mu Ningchi in a lukewarm voice.

"Make tea."

Mu Ci's tea and Mu Ningchi's wine are both considered to be the best in the world. Mu Ningchi did not inherit Mu Ci's hobbies, but he did inherit his stubbornness.

If you like something, you must possess it to the fullest.

Mu Ningchi sat directly opposite Mu Ci. He skillfully heated the covered bowl with boiling water, added tea leaves and shook them to make the tea.

The first tea brew after water was poured in, exuding a rich, warm aroma of black tea that instantly filled the entire office.

He poured out the first brew and poured a cup of the second brew, which had the most mellow and authentic taste after the tea was awakened, for Mu Ci.

"Dad, here it is."

Mu Ci took the teacup and took a sip.

Delicate and sweet, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Mu Ningchi did a great job, almost perfectly, but there wasn't much expression on Mu Ci's face.

If we put aside the identities of Mu Ningchi and Mu Tingye, Mu Ci would have to choose the one that suits his taste.

That must be Mu Ningchi.

Just doing something as simple as making tea, he did it hundreds of times better than Mu Tingye, not to mention other aspects.

If it were Mu Tingye at this moment, after drinking this cup of tea, Mu Ci would have to praise him a few words.

But the person sitting opposite him was Mu Ningchi, a person who was not presentable.

Muci put the teacup back on the table.

"Bai Sihan said that for a woman, you wiped out the entire C3 team of the Chisha United Army with more than people, bombarded the Chisha military base, and destroyed Bai Jue's castle."

"Yes."

"You grew up in Chisha, and you've spent more time with Bai Sihan than with me. How are you going to explain this to him?"

Mu Ningchi also poured himself a cup of tea, but unlike Mu Ci, he did not sniff it carefully and savour it. He just gulped it down in one gulp.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at Mu Ci with an indiscernible emotion.

"My last name is not Bai, so I have nothing to explain to him. But you, Dad, your son has gotten into such a big trouble, would you like to help settle it? After all, it's just a matter of a word for you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ci snorted in disgust, as if he had heard some huge joke.

"You little brat, can't you see your place clearly? Why do you think you are still alive today?"

Mu Ningchi had heard such words for more than twenty years. He was accustomed to it and restrained his expression, waiting for Mu Ci's abuse.

"If your mother hadn't made me swear to spare your life before she died, you would have died long ago! I don't lack a son, what I lack is your mother, Anna. You are nothing! You are just a bastard!"

After he finished speaking, Mu Ci picked up the teacup in his hand and threw it at Mu Ningchi's head. Mu Ningchi did not dodge, but calmly poured himself another cup of tea.

The teacup hit his forehead and broke into pieces.

The warm tea slowly flowed along Mu Ningchi's sharp and beautiful jawline, mixed with bright red blood, and fell into the teacup in his hand.

tick-

Mixed with light yellow tea.

Mu Ningchi glanced down and put the blood-stained teacup back on the table. Mu Ci was still cursing.

"How tough are you? You can't get an abortion even with medication, and you can't die from a difficult birth! Over the years, how many people around you have died? And you can still live to this day in one piece. You are so capable, why do you need your father to help you deal with it?"

With a snap—

Mu Ci threw a piece of material in front of Mu Ningchi.

"Good boy, look carefully, the loss you caused to the Bai family this time is more than 17 billion. I will make up for the difference. You have to transfer the money to Bai Sihan yourself!"

"What if I don't?" Mu Ningchi raised his eyes.

"No? If you dare to say no to your father, I will give him your life as compensation!!"

Mu Ci slammed the table, and his blood rushed up. He felt a buzzing in his head and suddenly felt dizzy.

He covered his chest and took several deep breaths, then raised his hand and pointed at the desk in the middle.

"Do it, desk drawer, go get me some medicine!"

Mu Ningchi stood up and walked slowly to the desk. He opened the drawer, took out a white medicine bottle, and poured a capsule into his palm.

He had sharp eyes and could clearly see that the thin slit in the middle of the capsule was slightly shifted, as if it had been opened and then closed again.

It was obvious that the pill had been replaced.

Mu Ci has very high blood pressure and mild asthma. The reason he chose to retire is because he values ​​his life.

But this person who cherished his life so much decisively chose to take charge and regain power the day after Mu Ningchi and Mu Tingye officially declared war.

He worried about Mu Tingye and was kind enough to steer the ship for him and help him remove obstacles to ensure that he could live a stable and peaceful life with fine clothes and delicious food.

Unfortunately, there are many ungrateful people in this world.

Mu Tingye has been a coward for most of his life, so how could he be willing to give up the power he had finally obtained?

So Mu Tingye secretly changed Mu Ci's medicine.

The son whom Mu Ci cherished like a treasure wanted to kill him...

Mu Ningchi sneered and put the pill back into the bottle, then gave Mu Ci another one that was fine, and considerately poured him a glass of warm water.

Seeing that Mu Ci's expression eased after taking the medicine, Mu Ningchi sat back across the tea table, holding the medicine bottle in his hand, playing with it meaningfully.

"Dad, in your eyes, is my life not worth a mere 1.7 billion?"

Mu Ci closed his eyes and took several deep breaths until the suffocating fear gradually dissipated. Then he spoke softly, his tone as cold as ever.

"Your life was bought with Anna's life. You are not worthy in my eyes!"

"Not worthy..."

Mu Ningchi placed the medicine bottle in his hand on the tea table and slowly, bit by bit, pushed it in front of Mu Ci.

"I see."

With every step the white medicine bottle got closer to Mu Ci, the emotion in Mu Ningchi's eyes faded a little.

It was not until the medicine bottle was taken over by Mu Ci that the dark and gloomy eyes of Mu Ningchi finally lost their luster completely.

Twenty-six years later, he should have realized it long ago—

He has no father.

Mu Ningchi stood up. The expression on his face was no longer as submissive as before. A domineering and strong aura suddenly emerged.

He was like a king who was reborn after a transformation through fire, looking down indifferently at Mu Ci's slightly hunched figure.

He said softly, "Dad, thank you."

Thank you for being as cold as ever and never showing me any love, so that I can look at you with my own eyes without any mercy -

Died at the hands of your own son!

What are you thanking me for? Mu Ci didn't understand, but it was obvious that Mu Ningchi had no intention of continuing the conversation with him. He turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

"Good boy, did I let you go? Stop right there!"

Mu Ningchi ignored him. Mu Ci wanted to stop him and hurriedly shouted towards the door.

"Everyone, come in!!"

With a "bang", the door of the chairman's office was kicked open by Chen Songwen. The ten bodyguards behind him were lying on the ground, covering different parts of their bodies and wailing in pain.

Chen Songwen raised his eyes and saw a clear bloodstain on Mu Ningchi's forehead. Half of his wet hair was dripping with light yellow fragrant tea. The dark bottom of his eyes was like a collapsed snow mountain, with ice and snow scattered all over the ground.

There is despair visible inside.

Although his whole body exudes a terrifying murderous aura, he looks like an unwanted puppy.

When had Chen Songwen seen his boss in such a miserable state? His rough brows frowned slightly. Without hesitation, he took out the pistol from his waist and shot at Mu Ci's tea table.

The teapot on the table exploded in an instant, and the flying fragments passed by Mu Ci's eyes.

The next moment, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Mu Ci's forehead. Chen Songwen reloaded the gun expressionlessly, scaring Mu Ci so much that he subconsciously shrank back into the chair.

Mu Ningchi raised his hand to block the muzzle of the gun just before Chen Songwen pulled the trigger, and raised his chin slightly, signaling Chen Songwen to put down the gun.

Then he walked out of the door, and Chen Songwen followed closely behind him, just before his long legs stepped out of the threshold.

Mu Ningchi suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced down indifferently.

"I don't have any money. As for this life, you might as well tell Bai Sihan that if he is not afraid of death, he can come and take it."