Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian witnessed Mu Qingyuan's childish behavior with his own eyes and shook his head without commenting.

Mu Qingyuan felt much better. When he raised his eyes, his thoughts returned to Jian Zhinian.

The person in front of me is beautiful no matter how I look at him.

It's amazing no matter how you look at it.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyuan seemed to think of something and said, "Zhizhi, if you were more powerful, would I still need a political review to marry you?"

Jian Zhinian pursed his lips, looked up at the man opposite him, and nodded, "Well, it's a good thing you acted early."

Mu Qingyuan was very proud and said, "That's right, I am the first person to pick Professor Jian, the flower of K University."

Jian Zhinian smiled and shook his head. This guy, if given a little bit of color, he could open a dyeing factory.

The days are warm in late autumn, but the weather is gradually getting cooler, with a hint of early winter already.

The harmonious and beautiful atmosphere in the house was suddenly interrupted by a rapid ringing of the phone.

Mu Qingyuan's cell phone was casually placed on the dining table. Jian Zhinian didn't do it on purpose, but when he looked up he saw the note 'Third Uncle'.

Mu Jisheng?

"Qingyuan, the phone..."

Mu Qingyuan was cleaning up the dishes and went to the kitchen. He naturally heard the ringing of his cell phone, but he was not in a hurry.

"Who is it? Please help me pick it up."

Jian Zhinian did not move and said, "Your third uncle."

Mu Qingyuan's face suddenly darkened. Mu Jisheng had been much more depressed since the shareholders' meeting. He jumped around two or three times during the time he was recuperating from the car accident. Unfortunately, Jiang Shaoqing was not a pushover.

In terms of means, Jiang Shaoqing would kill one thousand enemies and injure twelve thousand of his own people if he wanted to.

Mu Jisheng’s shares were almost wiped out, and he quickly became a coward.

Later, Mu's was renamed Zhiyuan Technology Group. After a major reform and blood transfusion, Mu Jisheng was unable to turn the situation around and retreated.

Later, he saw that although he had fewer stocks, the stock price had increased several times and the valuation was only about the same, so he decided to sit back and enjoy the benefits.

Mu Jisheng, why are you looking for him suddenly so late at night?

Mu Qingyuan wiped his hands and frowned.

Picking up the phone, he said indifferently, "Uncle San, what do you want to talk to me about..."

Mu Jisheng's voice was urgent. He said, "Qingyuan, can you come to the old house now? The old man is dying!"

Mu Qingyuan looked indifferent and said, "He doesn't need my permission to close his eyes. Call my dad."

"Wait, don't hang up yet--"

Mu Jisheng knew his temper and was afraid that he would hang up the phone, so he hurriedly spoke out to stop him: "The old man still holds a lot of Zhiyuan Technology shares. Do you really not want them?"

Mu Qingyuan said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. You brothers are all heirs. You can divide it up as you like. I don't care."

Mu Jisheng had no choice but to tell the truth and said, "The old man wants to give it to you, but the prerequisite is that you come to the old house."

Mu Qingyuan sneered and said, "He's almost dead, and he still wants to threaten me. I don't want his stocks, whoever wants them can take them!"

Having said that, Mu Qingyuan hung up the phone with a dark face!

I want to bring bad luck to him before I die!

"What's wrong? Master Mu wants you to go back?"

Fearing that Jian Zhinian would worry, Mu Qingyuan suppressed the coldness in his body, nodded, and said, "You are using Zhiyuan's shares to coerce and bribe me. Ha, he can give the shares he has to whoever he wants. I don't care!"

He glanced at Jian Zhinian, and his cold and deep eyes softened a little.

If Jian Zhinian hadn't interfered, he wouldn't even want the Mu family!

Perhaps, he will return to the Internet industry with all his strength and will not be in the new energy vehicle industry.

Jian Zhinian stepped forward, held his hand, and said, "Don't be angry. If you don't want to go, then don't go."

It’s a cold and dreary night in the old house of the Mu family in H City.

Old Master Mu lay limply on the bed, surrounded by a bunch of monitoring equipment, with oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, and connected to a ventilator.

The bed was tilted at an angle, and the old man on the bed was gasping for breath.

His eyes were cloudy, but they retained a last bit of shrewdness.

"Boss...you, beat..."

Mu Huisheng shook his head and refused firmly: "Dad, when you hired someone to cause a car accident to hurt Qingyuan, our father-son relationship ended. I am here today just to fulfill my last filial duty. I will never let you hurt my son in the slightest from me."

The instrument made a sharp sound, revealing Mr. Mu's unwilling and helpless mood at the moment.

Unfortunately, he no longer had the ability to be arrogant.

"Not only me...but also my accomplice...what we want is Jian Zhinian's life, not his...let him come..."

Mu Huisheng was shocked to find out that the old man actually had an accomplice in that car accident!

He thought about it. The old man was already bedridden at the time and had difficulty moving. If there was an accomplice, who could it be?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed Mu Qingyuan's number.

The other party answered quickly.

"dad."

The cold and short address was filled with distance and disappointment.

Mu Huisheng was nervous and said anxiously, "Qingyuan, Dad didn't mean to disturb you. It was the old man who said that he had an accomplice in your car accident, and that Jian Zhinian was involved. He asked you to come to the old house in person."

Mu Qingyuan took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Let him hold on and not die. Wait!"

The moment Mu Qingyuan stood up, Jian Zhinian also stood up and grabbed his arm.

"I'll go with you."

Mu Qingyuan refused without thinking: "It's not a good place, don't go!"

"Just because it's not a good place, I have to accompany you there!" Jian Zhinian insisted.

Mu Qingyuan pried his hands apart and said, "Zhizhi, be good."

Jian Zhinian shook his head and said, "Qingyuan, we are already married, I don't want you to go alone again."

Every time Mu Qingyuan came back from the Mu family's old house, he had scars on his legs, back...

This is what he knew, and there were many things he didn't know, and he didn't want to go alone again.

Mu Qingyuan saw his worry and comforted him, "Zhizhi, things are different now. He is dying and can't hurt me. You just wait for me at home."

Jian Zhinian didn't say anything, but suddenly put his arms around Mu Qingyuan's waist, and the two of them were in a silent stalemate.

Mu Qingyuan compromised. Jian Zhinian was right in front of him. Given their current relationship, he couldn't find an excuse not to let him go.

He held Jian Zhinian's hand, interlocked their fingers, and said, "Go if you want to."

Mu Qingyuan was driving and it started raining halfway through the journey. He was stuck in traffic for a long time. On the way, Mu Jisheng urged him several times.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when they arrived at the Mu family's old house.

Old Master Mu was already at the end of his strength, relying entirely on instruments and medicines for support. The moment he saw Mu Qingyuan, he seemed to feel much more relaxed and had the strength to speak.

He said: "Qingyuan, you are great. You have brought Mu's to a new height..."

Mu Qingyuan said coldly: "Mu's is a thing of the past. Now I run Zhiyuan Technology."

Mr. Mu coughed bitterly for a while, and forced a smile on his face that looked like dry bark. He said, "No matter how you deny it, whether it is necessary or not, your company is inseparable from the Mu Corporation..."

Mu Qingyuan looked at him coldly. He was too lazy to argue with him.

"Old man, tell me the point, or I'll leave, and you can take your secrets to your grave."

Mr. Mu's breathing was like an old bellows, wheezing.

"At the beginning of the year, I didn't order you to be hit... No matter what, you have the blood of the Mu family... When you want someone to suffer, it's never... about your own life and death... but about the life and death of your loved ones..."

At that moment, Mu Qingyuan's hostility suddenly rose.

"Qing Yuan!"

Jian Zhinian's gentle and calm voice came to my ears: "Qingyuan, I'm fine. I'm with you."

Mr. Mu laughed hoarsely and without any stamina, and said, "The one who wants to kill you, or rather, the one who wants to kill both of you... is someone else..."