A Big Shot’s Woman Is Wild and Fierce - Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Mu Chengxi is Afraid of What Wen Xin Might Do

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As Wen Xin was eating a small steamed bun and some porridge, Mu Chengxi came down from upstairs. Liang Luoyu put down his chopsticks, ready to greet him, but Mu Chengxi declined.

“Why so formal all of a sudden? You couldn’t wait to come over? Didn’t you just have hotpot with Tan Xingyue three days ago?”

Hearing about Liang Luoyu’s recent outing with Tan Xingyue, Wen Xin, who was scooping some porridge, paused and turned to look at him.

“Young Master Liang, you’re running to Beijing every other day, and now you’re causing a stir in Continent F too? What’s your intention?”

“What do you think? Isn’t it obvious? No need to pretend to ask,” Liang Luoyu wasn’t trying to hide anything from Wen Xin but also didn’t want to seem despicable. He hurriedly explained, “Look, you don’t have to worry. My liking for Xingyue is pure. I’m not a beast like Master Xi; I haven’t done anything!”

“Oh? Calling Master Xi a beast? Do you remember what happened to the last person who called Master Xi a ‘turtle’? The outcome…” Wen Xin caught Liang Luoyu’s slip of the tongue and wasn’t about to let it slide.

“Master Xi, I can explain…” Liang Luoyu hadn’t expected to reveal his true feelings accidentally and quickly sought mercy. He wouldn’t dare disrespect Mu Chengxi.

Mu Chengxi looked up from his breakfast and gave Liang Luoyu a cold glance, a mocking smile on his lips, his eyes carrying a chill.

“What? You don’t want to live anymore?” Mu Chengxi’s tone was light, but the sarcasm in his voice sent shivers down one’s spine.

“No… no, Master Xi, how could I dare? It was just a slip of the tongue; I didn’t manage my tone properly. I wouldn’t dare insult Master Xi!”

Liang Luoyu suddenly found himself unable to clarify his intentions, realizing he was in a tricky situation.

“Master Xi, it’s not too late for me to offer my life in apology, is it?” Liang Luoyu looked at Mu Chengxi, almost ready to kneel.

He turned to Wen Xin. Seeing her calmly eating, he was sure that she was deliberately torturing him.

Mu Chengxi casually bit into the half-eaten bun Wen Xin handed him and raised an eyebrow at Liang Luoyu, “Actually, I know what you all say behind my back. I just choose not to bother with you. Now, you’re a true warrior for speaking the truth. Well done.”

“I… What’s well done about me! Master Xi, I’m just a blabbermouth. Don’t take it to heart!”

“Never mind, what can I do to you? Just try not to involve me when you want to clear your name in the future. I’m well aware I’m no saint, no need for you to remind me.”

Mu Chengxi’s gaze inadvertently fell on Wen Xin, who sat lazily in the chair, looking down at her phone, unwilling to meet his eyes. She thought he was being unreasonable.

Sitting on the plane back to Ice City, Liang Luoyu chose the seat farthest from Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi, feeling somewhat safer not appearing before them; he didn’t wish to court death.

Wen Xin put down her medical book and turned to see Mu Chengxi engrossed in a psychology book that looked quite academic.

“This book didn’t come from some psychology clinic, did it?”

Wen Xin had previously asked Mu Chengxi where the psychology books he sent over came from. He initially didn’t want to admit they were his, later revealing they were gifts from a friend who’s a counselor.

Wen Xin told him those were meant to deceive people, merely scratching the surface and not truly representing psychology.

This time, however, the book Mu Chengxi held seemed much more professional, leaving her puzzled as to why he was studying psychology.

Holding his book, Mu Chengxi pondered before slowly explaining, “I requested it from Principal Lu. It’s written by a psychology professor from Beijing University, indeed much more substantial than those trickster tactics.”

Wen Xin’s eyebrows slightly raised as she took the book from Mu Chengxi’s hand, flipping through a few pages. It indeed seemed professional, worthy of a Beijing University professor’s title.

Handing the book back to Mu Chengxi, Wen Xin rested her elbow on the table, her hand supporting her chin, and looked at Mu Chengxi with a light smile, “Why are you interested in psychology? Are you afraid I’ll hypnotize you when you least expect it?”

Mu Chengxi felt hit by her words, his gaze darkening as he hesitated before slowly lifting his head to speak, “I’m afraid, afraid that one day, if you

encounter danger, you’ll hypnotize me, leave me behind, and go off to face the

danger alone.”

“Wen Xin, to me, you’re too powerful. You could render Wei Shisheng, who learned hypnosis, helpless without resistance. It would be even easier for you to do the same to me.”

“Wen Xin, I can tell you very clearly: your man is not weak at all. Even if you tore the sky apart, I would be there to support it for you. I don’t want you to take risks alone.”

Hearing Mu Chengxi’s words, Wen Xin dropped her carefree and indifferent demeanor.

She felt his words had a deeper meaning, suspecting Mu Chengxi might already have guessed what she was planning.

“But some things are my responsibility. There’s no need to drag you down with me.”

The matters Wen Xin intended to tackle were deep and complex. She wanted Mu Chengxi to maintain his graceful demeanor and not lose his elegance because of her issues.

Hearing her words, Mu Chengxi’s deep, dark eyes dimmed, his gaze losing its sparkle in an instant.

“I thought you had learned to rely on me. Now I realize it was all just my assumption… Wen Xin, do you not trust me, or do you think I’m incapable of protecting you?”

For the first time, Mu Chengxi’s gaze at Wen Xin wasn’t filled with love but with a hint of anger. This time, he was genuinely upset.

He could pamper her, indulge her, and support whatever she wanted, but the one thing he couldn’t accept was Wen Xin’s distrust and unwillingness to rely on him.

If he couldn’t be the support Wen Xin could rely on, then who else could protect this heartbreakingly precious girl?

Seeing the signs of Mu Chengxi’s anger, Wen Xin sighed lightly. For so many years, she had never compromised, but now, it seemed she truly needed to learn how to do so..