A female character in a book, regaining her luck

The rain was much lighter when the car drove out of the hospital, and there were a few reporters gathered at the door.

Mu Chaosheng's phone was filled with unknown calls that had been rejected.

When they arrived at their residence, she did not get out of the car immediately. Liu Jiangfeng could see that she was hesitant to speak.

"Miss Mu, do you have any instructions?"

Mu Chaosheng glanced up through the car window.

"The person involved is already here, so why should I go so far? I'm sorry to bother Secretary Liu today. Thank you!"

After expressing his gratitude, Mu Chaosheng simply got out of the car.

Liu Jiangfeng watched her go upstairs before driving away.

He now began to look forward to the state in which his boss would appear in the company.

In the past, his curiosity about his boss came from work considerations.

But this time it was different. His expectation at this moment was entirely out of his own curiosity.

When Mu Chaosheng returned to his residence, he immediately saw Mu Xingjian sitting in the living room.

The moment he saw her, the aura of readiness emanating from his body had a slight flaw, and the sense of oppression and majesty seeped out from this flaw bit by bit, like an hourglass.

In the end, only a little indifference remained in him.

"You are waiting for me, do you have something to say?" Mu Chaosheng asked.

Mu Xingjian hesitated for a second and said in a cold tone: "Be careful with your words and actions, and don't cause any more trouble."

Mu Chaosheng nodded obediently: "I understand."

The two of them sat at each end of the sofa, and neither of them spoke again.

The atmosphere in the living room was as thick as the fog outside, making people feel inexplicably suffocated.

Mu Xingjian had something to say, but it wasn't what he said out loud.

Although Liu Jiangfeng reported everything to him.

But he still wanted to ask her in person if she was hurt, felt uncomfortable, or was afraid.

He wanted to say she did better and he was proud of her.

He also wanted to criticize her for being so impulsive and what to do if something went wrong.

He also wanted to give her the ginger tea he had made.

But in the end, all that came out was a cold warning.

Mu Xingjian felt extremely tortured and could no longer stay in the living room.

Just as he stood up to leave, Mu Chaosheng spoke.

"It's my turn now!"

Mu Xingjian turned and looked at Mu Chaosheng, his eyes full of questions.

"You've finished, but I haven't finished yet!"

Mu Xingjian didn't say anything, his silence meant that he was waiting for her to speak.

"Why did you let Liu Jiangfeng come to the hospital?"

"For the Mu family."

Mu Xingjian answered straightforwardly without any dragging his words.

No one who heard his tone would suspect that he had any selfish motives.

If you rely only on hearing, it won't arouse suspicion.

But if you add the sense of smell, the results may be different.

Mu Chaosheng walked into the kitchen and brought a pot to the coffee table. She opened the lid and pointed at the ginger soup inside and asked:

"What about this?"

In fact, Mu Chaosheng smelled a strong scent of ginger as soon as he entered the room.

She thought Mu Xingjian would find a cold excuse and coldly give her the drink.

Who would have thought that the head of the Mu family didn't even have the courage to do this!

A fleeting trace of embarrassment appeared on Mu Xingjian's icy face, and then he tried his best to pretend to be calm and said:

"It's just ginger soup, what's so special about it?"

“It’s nothing special, but if I drink it, it becomes special.”

"Smug."

Mu Xingjian said this in a muffled voice and walked towards his room.

Suddenly, there was a sneeze behind me, followed by a few coughs.

Mu Xingjian could no longer move, so he turned around and looked at Mu Chaosheng, saying in an imperative tone, "Drink it."

Mu Chaosheng pushed the pot aside and snorted in a pretentious and proud manner.

"I'm not interested in things that don't belong to me right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, she started coughing again.

Mu Xingjian closed his eyes, but he couldn't ignore it.

He walked into the kitchen, took out a small bowl, filled it with ginger soup and placed it in front of Mu Chaosheng.

"This pot is not yours, but this bowl is yours."

Although Mu Xingjian's tone was cold, it was no longer as cold as before.

Mu Chaosheng looked at him, then at the small bowl in front of her, and had to admit that her brother was quite good at making amends for himself and could even make up for what he had said.

Mu Xingjian saw her pick up the bowl and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but she suddenly put the bowl down and pushed it aside angrily, spilling the soup all over the table.

"No! I will drink if you ask me to. Why do you say that?"

Seeing that Mu Chaosheng didn't care about his own health at all in order to go against him, Mu Xingjian couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out:

"Because I'm your brother!"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Seeing Mu Chaosheng's shocked expression, his eyes became dark and gloomy. He got up and went back to his room without saying anything.

As she expected, Mu Xingjian always had a place for her in his heart.

Although the original owner had spoken ill of him in the past, belittled him and slandered him in front of everyone, he had never blamed her and always treated her as his own sister in his heart.

All his previous actions that made Mu Chaosheng feel uncomfortable became completely clear at this moment.

He was cold to her not because he hated her, but because she hated him.

He was afraid that his proximity would hurt her further.

Love, like malice, no matter how perfectly it is hidden, will always reveal itself uncontrollably.

She didn't believe that the original owner couldn't feel it.

From the initial hysterical accusations and crazy slander to the final silence in the same room, this may be the original owner's final compromise with this brother-sister relationship.

She couldn't give in any more, as that would be a complete betrayal of her mother.

Now, can she go further?

If she goes further, would it be a betrayal to the original owner?

What betrayal?

Standing still and not moving forward is the greatest betrayal to the original owner!

Mu Chaosheng drank the whole pot of ginger soup spoonful by spoonful and returned to his room contentedly.

Mu Xingjian couldn't sleep all night. He got up and went to the living room. When he saw the empty pot on the coffee table, he was stunned for a while.

What qualifications does he have to be her brother...

What right does he have to be sad...

He wanted to wait for her to wake up, and then explain his position to her once again, and once again draw a clear line between the blurred lines of yesterday.

After he packed everything, he waited at home for a long time but there was no movement.

Thinking of yesterday's cough, Mu Xingjian suddenly became nervous, worried that something might have happened to Mu Chaosheng.

It will be troublesome if he gets fever and passes out!

He knocked on the door quickly, but there was no response after knocking for a long time.

Without thinking too much, he directly used the spare key to open the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he was frightened by the scene before him.

There were blood stains on Mu Chaosheng's face, pillow and quilt.

He ran over and pulled her off the bed into his arms, "A Chao, wake up!"

The forehead is not hot and the pulse is normal.

When he calmed down, he realized that he was bleeding from the nose...

Mu Chaosheng opened his eyes dazedly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face appeared before him.

There was tension and worry on this face that she had never seen before, but it was hazy, as if there was a layer of filter, and it didn't seem real.

She rubbed her eyes and her vision became clear.

Hey, this is... hands full of blood? !

"Are you stupid for drinking ginger soup as water? Is your nose uncomfortable? How about other parts of your body?"

Mu Xingjian's tone was so gentle that Mu Chaosheng even felt like he was having an illusion.

Sure enough, in the face of fear, all masks of disguise will be torn to pieces!

After hearing Mu Xingjian's words, Mu Chaosheng touched his nose and found that he was bleeding from the nose!

Apart from feeling a little dizzy, there was nothing else wrong.

She grabbed Mu Xingjian's shirt and sat up from his arms.

There was a blood stain on Mu Xingjian's shirt.

"If you hadn't made so much ginger soup, I wouldn't have suffered such a heavy loss! It's all your fault! How dare you blame me!"