After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

President Lu was surrounded by businessmen from all sides, with a smile on his face. Lu Siming was pushed aside.

Looking at this situation, Lu Siming sighed helplessly. It seemed that his father would definitely not agree with his idea.

He looked around at the noble ladies leaning against the high table. Some of them looked at him with ignorant eyes. Their pupils were clear, but the smiles on their lips were full of mockery.

Some of them had inquiring eyes, leaning on their chairs without moving, and it was obvious that they were the type who wanted others to take the initiative.

Lu Siming just felt bored. He was also a child of destiny and had a sense of pride. Moreover, those girls were not the ones he liked, so he couldn't muster any energy. He chose a quiet place and sat down.

"Sir, would you like a glass of champagne?" A waiter came over with the wine.

Lu Siming glanced over and said, "Okay."

The waiter handed over the wine glass, Lu Siming took it, tilted his head back and took a sip. It tasted sweet and fragrant, without a strong taste of alcohol. No wonder those people loved to drink it so much.

Lu Siming was staying alone in an inconspicuous place, but a commotion among the noble ladies caught his attention.

He looked towards that place, and saw the ladies gathered in small groups looking in the same direction. He could vaguely see a man walking out of the passage inside, his face was blocked by the wall of flesh formed by the ladies, and he could only barely see the moving top of his head.

who?

The man walked up to Mu Guichao. Lu Siming's pupils shrank. He used a little force on his fingers that were pinching the cup, and the blue veins on them were faintly visible.

If he remembered correctly, shouldn't that person be sitting in a wheelchair?

And how come he is here?

The young and energetic man walked slowly towards Mu Yanchen, holding the champagne glass. He didn't even understand the current situation and other people's background. His steps seemed to be out of control, urging him to walk towards the man.

It was not until he came within two meters of Mu Yanchen that Mu Yanchen gave him an extremely cold look. His pupils were dark, as if soaked in frost and snow. Just a glance could make people stand stiff in place.

Lu Siming was no exception. Although he was afraid of the aura of the person in front of him, he was not afraid at all. He was brave like a newborn calf who was not afraid of death, and he met Mu Yanchen's gaze directly.

Mu Guichao watched from the side, his eyes full of joy.

Mu Yanchen ignored him. From the moment Jia Jia, the girl from a noble family, appeared in front of him, he knew that this banquet would not be peaceful. But he never thought that Mu Guichao even invited this boy just to make things difficult for him.

Lu Siming bravely asked, "Who are you? Shouldn't you be sitting in a wheelchair? Why are you here?"

After a few questions, Father Lu, who was standing not far from him, knew that it was all over. He wanted to rush to Lu Siming's side, but the distinguished guests around him became tigers blocking his way. No matter how he found excuses to get away, those people just stood in front of him with a smile, making all kinds of excuses and not letting him find any flaws.

Dad Lu could only stand in the crowd and worry.

Seeing Mu Yanchen's eyes were as gloomy as ice, Lu Siming shuddered, but still asked bravely: "Where is Shen Zhao? You won't abandon her, right?"

His voice was like ice chips, and Mu Yanchen said slowly: "If I were you, I would not say such words in such an occasion."

"You!" Lu Siming was provoked and stepped forward. He seemed to have forgotten the environment he was in, and also forgot to understand the identity of the person opposite him. He leaned forward, as if he was about to fight at the next moment.

Mu Guichao's assistant stepped forward and stood in front of Mu Yanchen. "Sir, please be careful with your words and actions. This is the seventh young master of the Mu family."

Lu Siming's pupils trembled after hearing this. He stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. How could it be possible?

Shouldn't he be sitting in a wheelchair, looking haggard and like an old man?

How did he become the seventh son of the Mu family?

He couldn't help but take a step back.

Mu Guichao walked over with a smile on his face and stopped beside Mu Yanchen. "I never thought that this day would come to you?" He glanced at him with a half-smile. "He actually saw you in a wheelchair? I'm curious, how did you stand up?"

This sounded like a joke, but looking at his eyes, it was not. There was no teasing as in the past, and it was full of seriousness.

Mu Yanchen glanced at the boy with a frightened face. This man was not to be feared, he was just a little boy. But at the same time, there was a questioning voice in his heart.

Although this person is immature, he is young. Compared to himself, he is the same age as Shen Zhao. They went to school together, so they may have more common topics.

Thinking of this, his sword-like brows frowned unconsciously, and he looked more dangerously when he looked at Lu Siming.

But none of this matters now. His dark eyelashes drooped, and his dark pupils reflected Mu Guichao's expression, which could not be concealed at all, with a cold light.

Mu Guichao couldn't hide his nervousness at this moment.

Because the men of the Mu family have always regarded physical problems as more important than anything else, as they determine whether they can survive.

Lu Siming wanted to say something but was stopped by Mu Guichao's look. It was not as friendly and approachable as before, but instead was as cold and gloomy as a venomous snake, wrapping around him inch by inch, making him feel suffocated.

The assistant stepped forward and said, "Sir, my boss has something to discuss with his seventh brother. Let's talk later."

He had already been given a way out. If he didn't take it, not only would the situation be awkward, but he would also offend two members of the Mu family at the same time. Lu Siming had to admit that he couldn't afford to offend either of them. He gritted his teeth and retreated to the side with his assistant.

Mu Guichao gave Mu Yanchen a look, and the two brothers left the banquet hall in full view of everyone and walked to Mu Guichao's study.

Mu Yanchen felt bored looking at the layout that had remained the same for ten years. He casually found a sofa and sat down, keeping a moderate distance from the person at the desk.

Mu Guichao's sinister gaze fell on Mu Yanchen, "Tell me, how did you stand up? Weren't you already terminally ill?"

Mu Yanchen was alone here, but he felt as natural as staying at home. He curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Didn't you get the information from the company? What? Your R&D team can't make medicine to save you?"

One of the main reasons why he followed Mu Guichao into the study was that he wanted to know the truth of that day and how much Mu Guichao knew!

The men in the Mu family, starting with Mu Yingfeng, seemed to be cursed. They would fall ill every once in a while, and when they were ill, they would ignore their relatives and friends, like irrational wild beasts. After the illness was over, their bodies would become weaker and weaker. Mu Yingfeng's body had reached its limit.

The family doctor also judged that Mu Guichao would not live for many more years, which made Mu Guichao more eager for the information and had a more morbid pursuit. He would use any means to obtain it!

So what role did he play in it?