Chapter 177: How to Handle It, As You Wish

Sister Yun stared at the crowd that had suddenly gathered, her heart already trembling, but she forced herself to keep a last shred of stubbornness. "You—you guys, just because you have numbers, what ability is that? The school won't allow it!"

The few lackeys behind her had originally been roped in by Sister Yun because they disliked and were jealous of Mu Youyu.

But upon seeing this group, their earlier arrogance had completely vanished.

Each one hung their heads, eyes darting, not daring to even breathe, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to disappear into, not daring to utter a single word of agreement.

If I had known the outcome would be like this, I wouldn't have come even if they beat me to death!

Didn't the people from Class A say earlier that Miss Mu is beautiful and kind-hearted?

How come such a trivial matter has summoned so many brothers with terrifying auras?

"Whether the school allows it or not, I decide." Jiang Liangjin spoke first, shielding Mu Youyu behind him.

Sister Yun felt even more hopeless—this is the Young Master Jiang of Lanlin High School...

Mu Xin walked to his sister's side, the ache in his eyes impossible to hide, his voice gentle to an almost unreal degree: "Dear, how did they bully you? Brother will get justice for you."

Song Huaixian leaned against the hallway railing, hands in his pockets, the earlier playfulness gone from his eyes: "Dare to bully our family's treasure, do you really think we brothers are just for show?"

Song Yusui snorted, clearly having grasped the situation: "Five million is too little? I think you're short-sighted, unaware of what true value means! Not to mention a piece of clothing, even a single hair she sheds is beyond what you could compensate."

Song LuXiao was even more direct, rolling up his sleeves and fixing a hostile gaze on them: "If you dare lay a hand on our Song family's treasure, today we'll give you a lesson you won't forget—you'll have no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth."

Jun Chenling snorted, arms crossed as he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over them like he was inspecting ants: "I thought who could be so blind; turns out it's just a few clueless clowns who don't know their limits, daring to move my sister, the little princess of Y Guo."

The sole legitimate princess of Y Guo is his sister—do they even deserve to touch her?

Sister Yun and her entourage stared at Jun Chenling's signature golden curls and moss-green eyes, and a thunderous realization struck them.

Isn't this the sole prince of Y Guo, Xun Li·Si'erwen?

How could he suddenly return to the country and show up here?

Qing An stood to the side, his golden eyes icy, his gaze landing on Sister Yun as if she were insignificant dust: "With that gall, you dare provoke my recognized sister? Do you really think the people behind her are just for show? I think you find life too comfortable and are looking for some suffering."

He seemed to suddenly think of something, stepping toward Mu Youyu, a playful smile curling his lips, his tone light yet sending chills through Sister Yun and her group: "Fine, if you want to suffer, I'll oblige—guaranteeing you'll never forget it."

After all, his reputation as the brutal little prince of M Guo is no empty boast.

Sister Yun had long realized in her heart that she absolutely could not afford to offend any of these people!

Looking at this stranger she'd never seen, she still clung to a last sliver of hope, gritting her teeth, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "You—who are you…"

She had pretty much guessed, but she hoped it wasn't true.

Qing An raised an eyebrow: "M Guo, Qing An."

He didn't give his surname, after all, in international circles, just mentioning 'Qing An of M Guo' lets those in the know understand his identity and methods.

No further words needed.

Obviously, upon hearing that name, Sister Yun instantly confirmed his identity, her body involuntarily stepping back, her shoulders slamming hard against the wall.

The lackeys' eyes were filled with desperate fear.

Mu Xi looked at Sister Yun with a heavy gaze: "I'll give you one last chance—apologize, compensate, then wait for this young master to make you and your family disappear."

Sister Yun knew Mu Xi wasn't threatening her; he truly had that capability!

Before Sister Yun's group could speak, Jiang Liangjin turned sideways to look at Mu Youyu, whom he was shielding behind him, and said gently: "Youbao, how do you want to handle this? We'll follow your lead."

The other brothers, hearing this, also turned their gazes to her.

"Let me think…" Mu Youyu poked her head out from behind Jiang Liangjin, the earlier resentment gone, leaving only a hint of amusement.

"Oh, right, my brothers who are still on their way should be arriving soon."

She looked at Sister Yun's ashen face, blinked, seeing they hadn't spoken, and added softly, "If you want to wait for them to come reason with you, I don't mind waiting a bit longer."

Anyway, after revealing her identity, it's rare to be bullied like this.

The brothers have also said before that, whether there's an issue or not, you can always come to them.

She happened to use this occasion to summon all her brothers, to vent her frustration, establish her authority, and prevent future blind troublemakers from bothering her.

Mu Xi stepped forward, his light eyes full of impatience, his gaze sweeping over their shrinking forms, his tone indifferent: "Just now you were so arrogant—why are you silent now?"

Sister Yun's lips trembled, wanting to say something, but she found her throat blocked, unable to utter a single word.

It wasn't resentment; it was utter terror.

She shouldn't have listened to others' provocations and, in a fit of anger, come to cause trouble for Mu Youyu!

Now she's done it—she's offended not only the people of the four major conglomerate families, but also dragged in the princes of Y Guo and M Guo royalty; this is practically a suicide mission!

The lackeys behind her were even more terrified, their legs turning to jelly; one girl even burst into tears, stammering an apology: "Yes, yes, sorry, we were wrong, we shouldn't have bothered Miss Mu…"

"Now you know you were wrong? What were you doing earlier?" Song Lujing crossed his arms, his tone cold and mocking.

Jiang Liangjin also said: "When you were bullying her just now, why didn't you think about it?"

Sister Yun likely felt she was doomed, and that speaking would anger them, so she kept her head down and stayed silent.

The lackeys were different—they still wanted to live: "Sorry, Miss Mu, we were just following others' words, not intentional…"

It just so happens to be after class.

More and more students were passing through the hallway, seeing Sister Yun and her group surrounded by a crowd of imposing auras, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Holy crap! Are they filming a movie?"

"What's wrong with Miss Mu? Why are her clothes wet?"

"What's up with Artist Name Yue Shu?"

"Good heavens! All of Miss Mu's brothers are here!! Mu Zong, Xi Shao, Song Xuezhang, Jing Shao… what's going on?"

Some who had heard the explanation were explaining it, and after listening, the surrounding students looked at Sister Yun with eyes full of contempt.

"Good lord, these people must have something wrong with their heads—daring to provoke Miss Mu?"

"No kidding—who doesn't know she's the little princess pampered by the four major conglomerates, with royal background too; this isn't a suicide mission, what is?"

After that public banquet, outsiders all knew the Mu and Song families protect their own, especially shielding Mu Youyu, the sole blood-related little princess of this generation of the families!

Those who follow them privately say, let alone someone bullying her—even if a stranger merely glances at her twice with ill intent, these brothers can turn hostile in an instant!

Adding to Mu Youyu's many identities...

Now these few people dare to provoke the little princess whom even the international community cannot afford to provoke— isn't that seeking their own death?