Chapter 222: What did you and your brother say?

Actually, she initially just made a few samples of clay relief paintings and paper art 3D paintings, and was still figuring out the pricing.

Yu Ci helped her promote it; when someone privately commissioned and asked for a price, she simply let the customer name their price.

Mu Youyu pursued precision and speed; at first she was a bit unaccustomed, taking two hours per piece.

After a few days she got used to it; now, half a month later, each piece takes at most an hour.

She found it tiring and didn't want too many orders, so she limited herself to four per day.

Possibly because of Artist Name Yue Shu, someone offered to pay extra for rush or to jump the queue.

Moreover, many from Class A came to support her; from mid-October to November, she earned over four million.

Lin Ning also let her know about Nan Feng's situation; they also understood most people's ways over there.

Jiang Liangjin took the twenty thousand from the Business Competition funds to trade stocks, and the capital multiplied several hundred times over.

Mu Youyu then began to pick the settings she liked and make handcrafted paintings.

Gu Xingnan didn't take the usual e-commerce sales route; instead, he forged a new path, creating an Anonymous Legal Trading Platform and also earning a tidy sum.

Mu Youyu finished this piece just as half the class had passed.

She glanced at Jiang Liangjin, who had a book open beside him pretending to listen to class, thought of something, took out a scrap of paper, and wrote a line: So, what did you and your brother say that day?

Jiang Liangjin's brow twitched slightly; he took out a pen of another color and wrote beneath her characters: You guess.

Because they had practiced calligraphy since childhood under the same teacher, their handwriting—one black, one blue—fell on the page like a natural match, especially harmonious.

Mu Youyu took the paper, her pen tip flying across the surface, and wrote a line tinged with a little grievance: Don't keep it from me—I thought you wouldn't hide things from me; how could you do this!

Jiang Liangjin lifted his pen; the tip paused, as if weighing his words, before he wrote: I'm not keeping anything from you—actually, there's nothing.

Mu Youyu wrote, "Do you believe me?" then crumpled the blank paper into a ball, tossed it into his drawer, turned her head away pretending to listen to class, and ignored him.

Jiang Liangjin smiled helplessly, put the pen away, slipped his hands into his pockets, felt the warm, smooth Jade Pendant inside, and a flicker of smile crossed his eyes.

What did you say?

Back to half a month ago.

The Mu Family living room, the light tranquil.

Mu Xin pushed the document toward Jiang Liangjin, saying, "Sign it; if you don't sign, you can go home."

Jiang Liangjin didn't really sense any threat in that.

Mu Xin's tone was unusually calm, calm as if stating a trivial matter.

Yet the slight tightening of his knuckles still betrayed his inner tension.

He raised his eyebrows, didn't rush to open it, and lifted his gaze to Mu Xin.

Mu Xin was also looking at him; in those eyes, similar to Mu Youyu's but ice‑blue, his emotions unreadable, he said, "I know you and Youbao grew up together from childhood, you treat her well, and she told me so before."

He paused, his fingertips lightly tapping the desk in a steady rhythm that inexplicably made one tense, and said, "But you know our family's nature—generations with only one daughter, we regard the sister as more important than anything; if you lack a guarantee, it won't do."

Mu Xin stared at him for a full twenty seconds, that gaze seeming to pierce the surface to see his deepest thoughts.

Jiang Liangjin's fingertips rested on the document's cover, a cool sensation traveling through his skin.

He actually had guessed what was written in the document.

Mu Xin wasn't negotiating; this was clearly a multiple‑choice question he was giving.

Either sign this agreement and give everyone a solid guarantee,

or simply stay away from her, stop letting her constantly think about you, and cut off all possibilities.

This person is overly protective of his sister, fearing that Youbao's heart is already full of him, and that he might later change his mind.

Jiang Liangjin lowered his eyes; he wouldn't give himself that chance either.

He said nothing, reached out, and opened the document.

The clauses inside weren't harsh, yet they everywhere revealed protectiveness:

【1. Under any circumstances, prioritize Mu Youyu's happiness; unconditionally support her in anything, not restrict her hobbies and freedom, not interfere with her interactions with family and friends.

2. Do not conceal major matters from Mu Youyu, do not let her fall into danger; if violated, bear all consequences.

3. After signing, if at any day you fall for someone else for any reason, all your assets belong to Mu Youyu; moreover, after the assets are transferred, all earnings made within forty years also belong to Mu Youyu.

4. If the two eventually marry, all post‑marital property must be registered with half belonging to Mu Youyu, and a family trust fund of no less than ten billion must be set up solely for her, guaranteeing her lifelong provision without reliance on anyone.

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Reading them line by line, Jiang Liangjin's lip corners didn't sink; instead, they slightly rose.

He lifted his gaze to Mu Xin, listened carefully, his tone still carrying a smile, with no hint of offense: "Brother Xin, is this because you're afraid I'll bully Youbao?"

"Not afraid," Mu Xin leaned back against the sofa, hands crossed on the table, eyes sharp, "It's to eliminate any possibility. Youbao is the one we've raised in our palms; she can like someone, can be wholeheartedly happy for a person, but she must never suffer the slightest grievance."

He paused, then added, "You should know, the Mu Family has never been easy to provoke."

The warning in those words could not be clearer.

If someday he dares to let down his sister, the Mu Family has plenty of ways to make him regret it.

Jiang Liangjin, however, laughed.

He hesitated no more, picked up the steel pen on the table, and turned to the signature page at the end.

The youth's handwriting, like his person, was clear and elegant, upright, with a touch of soaring vigor.

After signing, he set the pen down, lifted his gaze to Mu Xin, his dark brown eyes holding a hint of smile, "Like this, Brother Xin, can you rest easy?"

Finally, Mu Xin picked up the document, flipped through it casually, and a faint smile touched his lips, "You're sensible."

He put the document away, stood up, took a delicate brocade box from the cabinet, and said, "Here you go."

Jiang Liangjin took the brocade box, opened it, and inside was an antiquely styled Jade Pendant.

The Jade Pendant is warm white, its texture smooth and translucent, engraved with intricate cloud patterns, antiquely elegant, and cool to the touch.

"This is the peace‑granting jade that Grandfather obtained for Youbao when she was born. Later she found it troublesome to wear, so she left it with me; I had kept it in Y Guo all along." Mu Xin said, speaking of his sister, his tone softening a bit.

"Please wear it well, protect her, and also protect yourself."

Protect her, safe and smooth, a lifetime without worries.

Protect yourself, don't forget today's words, don't let down the person in your heart, don't do anything that will make you regret for a lifetime.

Jiang Liangjin gripped the Jade Pendant tightly, looked up, and solemnly nodded, "I will."

Mu Xin looked at the emotion in his eyes, spoke again, voice softer, as if making a promise: "As long as you treat her well and let the other brothers be satisfied."

Jiang Liangjin's heart fluttered slightly.

He didn't speak, just quietly waited for his next words.

Mu Xin paused for several seconds, then slowly said: "Wait until you graduate high school, or, on her birthday, as long as she is willing——"

He looked at Jiang Liangjin, word by word:

"I will have grandfather personally arrange your engagement."