A Big Shot’s Woman Is Wild and Fierce - Chapter 541

Chapter 541: Rumors Can’t Hurt Sister Xin

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“It’s not right for you to say that. Maybe… Never mind, I can’t explain it either. Who can blame her for being beautiful? Honestly, if she’s beautiful and smart, I’d want a sister like her too…”

Mu Chengxi, completely unaware of the spectators’ comments about Wen Xin, drove away from Beijing University.

Meanwhile, a girl standing in a corner finally saw Mu Chengxi’s face clearly. Her eyes narrowed slightly as her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

Upon returning to her dorm, Wen Xin heard the hallway buzzing with gossip. Most of it speculated about her late return, suggesting she hadn’t managed to break away from the clutches of the authorities and was probably suppressed by the Su family at the police station.

Wen Xin didn’t take the hallway gossip to heart. Holding her bibimbap, she headed straight upstairs.

“Sister Xin,” Ling Xu’er emerged from the dorm just as Wen Xin arrived and rushed over, looking excited to see her.

Wen Xin’s appearance instantly quieted the hallway. Those in their rooms peeked out, eager to see if she was alright.

They had all seen the posts on the Beijing University forum and Weibo about the confrontation between Wen Xin and Su Shan, expecting that Su Shan would eventually trample Wen Xin.

However, it seemed the one who ended up being trampled was not Wen Xin but Su Shan. Truly unbelievable.

They reflected seriously, considering if Wen Xin’s backing was indeed stronger than they had assumed based on the online rumors.

“Sister Xin, I never believed you would be in trouble. How did it go with Su Shan?”

“The police will naturally handle the matter with Su Shan, and I’m willing to cooperate with them regarding my actions. Don’t worry, it’s all fine. You should get some rest.”

Wen Xin raised an eyebrow at Ling Xu’er, playfully ruffled her hair, and then turned to head upstairs.

After Wen Xin had left, the hallway exploded in chatter, “You guys need to check the school forum. Wen Xin was dropped off tonight in a Maybach, and that car’s license plate was so flashy!”

Many rushed to grab their phones and log onto the Beijing University forum, indeed seeing the image of Wen Xin stepping out of the Maybach, her charming and cheerful demeanor making her look enchantingly beautiful.

Ling Xu’er also glanced at the forum post and smiled lightly. It seemed Uncle Mu was becoming famous sooner than expected.

Back at the dorm, Wen Xin found Diwu Qixian and Zhou Xiaoxiao huddled together on a bed, whispering and enthusiastically discussing the photos of Wen Xin that were circulating online.

Hearing the door open, Diwu Qixian and Zhou Xiaoxiao were both surprised and sat up to see Wen Xin casually tossing her backpack onto her bed.

“Wen Xin, you’re back? When you were gone, we both tried to defend you on Weibo, but unfortunately, the trolls were too much for just the two of us!”

Diwu Qixian, always the most loyal fan of Wen Xin, was sure to be at the forefront of defending her.

“I saw that. You know they’re just paid trolls, so there’s no need to worry about it.”

As she spoke, Wen Xin went to wash her hands, then returned to her desk and began eating the bibimbap she had brought back.

The bibimbap tasted quite good, perhaps because Wen Xin was quite hungry. She cleaned her plate completely, took a photo of the empty food container, and sent it to Mu Chengxi.

By then, Mu Chengxi had returned to the apartment near Beijing University that he had prepared for Wen Xin. The place was a large flat with a minimalist design that Wen Xin liked.

Mu Chengxi lounged on the couch, his shirt buttons undone to reveal his fair skin and the attractive lines of his physique. His shirt sleeves were casually rolled up, and he appeared somewhat moody.

His laptop, opened to a Weibo page discussing “Beijing University Freshman King assaulted fellow student with water bottle,” rested on his legs.

His phone vibrated on the coffee table. Glancing at it, Mu Chengxi set the laptop aside, picked up his phone, and checked the message from Wen Xin showing the clean plate.

Seeing the image, his stern expression softened slightly.

He dialed Wen Xin’s number, and she answered after a few seconds.

“Looks like your appetite was good?”

“Not bad, I was just so hungry. I forgot to ask if you had dinner on my way back.” Wen Xin only remembered after dinner that Mu Chengxi might not eat properly if she was not by his side.

“I did. Mu Bei prepared dinner tonight, and it was quite good.” Mu Chengxi wasn’t lying. Though Mu Bei sometimes lacked capability, he was very good at taking care of people.

“That’s good then. I’m going to rest now. Anything else?”

Wen Xin was considering investigating who had spent so much money to slander her. She had seen a message on Weibo; Beijing University was now trending because of this incident.

She didn’t care personally but had to consider the university’s reputation.

Mu Chengxi chuckled softly, aware she was looking for an excuse to hang up, and gently pressed a hand to his forehead.

“Don’t worry about the Weibo thing. President Lu has already called me. He plans to wait until the police have thoroughly investigated everything before coordinating with them to release a statement. Beijing University has its PR team, and there won’t be any issues.”

Realizing her thoughts were transparent to Mu Chengxi, Wen Xin responded lightly, suddenly unsure of what to say further. She appreciated the protective feeling.

“That… get some rest early… I… thank you!”

Before Mu Chengxi could speak again, Wen Xin hung up the phone. In over a year of knowing him, this was perhaps the first time she had sincerely thanked him, feeling somewhat embarrassed about it.

Mu Chengxi sat back, watching the ended call on his phone, his lips curving into an indulgent smile, his eyes briefly flashing with a cold intensity.

It was time the Jiang family learned a lesson. This incident was stirred up by Jiang Linfei, and if Jiang Linyan wasn’t involved, he’d be surprised.

Jiang Linyan still hadn’t given up, trying to wear down all his patience…

Wen Xin returned from the balcony to the dorm, and Zhou Xiaoxiao eagerly approached with her phone, showing her the forum photos.

“Xinxin, is this… your boyfriend’s car?”