Chapter 176: Brothers Line Up to Back Her

The two walked with hurried steps.

Mu Xi's eyes filled with worry; upon seeing his precious little sister in the distance, he sped up, asking, "How is Youbao? Is she hurt?"

As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept over the water on the precious little sister's clothes; his previously worried eyes instantly darkened, and his aura turned fierce.

Song Lujing stood beside him, his usual gentle expression now tinged with cold severity, his gaze toward the people at the door, including Yun sister, revealing undisguised chill.

Seeing the newcomers, Yun sister grew even more jealous, thinking, "Why do her brothers get to be Young Master Xi and Young Master Jing?"

Young Master Xi is aloof and noble, with a bad temper, an existence countless socialites flock to yet dare not approach; Young Master Jing is gentle and elegant, modest in manner yet naturally keeping distance.

They stand at the pinnacle, objects of everyone's admiration and desire yet unattainable—how did they become Mu Youyu's backing?

Moreover, how can she be childhood sweethearts with someone like Young Master Jiang, a heaven‑chosen prodigy, enjoying envy‑inducing favor?

The more she thought, the stronger her resentment and indignation grew, her gaze toward Mu Youyu turning sinister.

The two hurried to Mu Youyu's side; Mu Xi reached out and gently pulled her arm, examining her body for injuries, his voice filled with concern: "Did they bully you? Anywhere uncomfortable?"

Jiang Liangjin called out, but the two had no time to listen; he simply stood aside watching.

Mu Youyu looked up at them, aggrieved, saying, "Brothers, you've finally come—it's them who bullied me! I feel awful."

Song Lujing gazed at Yun sister and her companions at the door, his voice icy and oppressive: "Was it you who laid hands on the precious one?"

Yun sister and her group felt a chill under his stare, instinctively shrinking back, their panic intensifying.

Yun sister stiffened her neck, insisting, "We didn't touch her! We just accidentally bumped into her, and yet she demands five million for this shoddy outfit!"

"Still think it's shoddy?" Jiang Liangjin said sharply, "Yan Yuejiu personally crafted this haute‑couture piece, the only one in the world—not just five million, even if I gave you five hundred million you couldn't buy a second."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried pressure; students passing in the hallway couldn't help but stop, staring from afar, afraid to approach.

"Accidentally?" Mu Xi snorted, his killing intent nearly wrapping around them, "I see you're deliberately looking for trouble—begging for death!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, but Mu Youyu quickly grabbed his arm and gently shook her head, "Second brother, don't be angry… the teacher is handling it."

Mu Xi's eyes still blazed with anger, "Such trash—how could the teacher's efforts possibly satisfy us?"

Song Lujing also stepped forward, standing before his sister, his voice icy: "Let's go through legal channels. You must know what consequences this will bring."

Mu Youyu looked up at her two brothers, eyes brimming with indescribable grievance, "Brothers, they also say I rely on my family's power to put on airs, and that I can afford nice clothes only because of my elder sister‑in‑law."

"What's wrong with relying on family?"

Mu Xi ruffled her hair, his tone both indulgent and fierce, "Our Mu family's little princess is to be cherished and protected—what right do these jumping clowns have to comment? As for Yan sister being your elder sister‑in‑law, that's your blessing, a height they could never reach in this lifetime."

Song Lujing also looked at her fondly, "Exactly, our Song family's little princess is destined to be held up by everyone."

Yun sister gritted her teeth, forcing her spine straight despite her trembling voice, refusing to show weakness, "I'm stating the facts! It's just a piece of clothing, yet you demand five million—what else is that but extortion? You rely on your family's power and influence to act high‑handedly—is that acceptable?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liangjin snorted again, "Having power and influence at home does allow one to run roughshod, and I could make you and your family unable to stay in the country—believe it or not?"

Mu Xi added, "Don't believe me? Try it."

The little followers dared not speak; Yun sister forced herself not to bow her head, still insisting, "You're using power to bully people—school is a place for reason!"

No sooner had she spoken than they felt several sharper gazes shooting toward them.

From the other end of the hallway came hurried footsteps, followed by a distinctly displeased male voice: "Talking about reason? You bully my Mu family's people and still dare to mention reason—who gives you the nerve?"

Turning toward the sound, they saw Mu Nian and Mu Xin walking side by side, both tall and straight, bearing an outstanding demeanor.

Mu Nian's face was cold, his aura radiating a "keep strangers away" vibe—those words were his.

Mu Xin bore the exact same face as Mu Youyu, yet the coldness in her eyes was undiminished.

Behind them followed Song Huaixian, Song Yusui, and the travel‑worn Song LuXiao.

All of them had solemn expressions, icy gazes, and an aura not to be trifled with.

Even more chilling, half a step behind them came Jun Chenling and Qing An; Jun Chenling dressed in black, his aura formidable, his gaze indifferent.

Qing An's dark eyes were sharp, his aura icy and biting.

The layered auras of those people overlapped, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire hallway.