Chapter 449

Mu Youyu, not understanding why, turned her head and glanced at him: "No."

After saying that, she grabbed Jiang Liangjin's wrist and returned to the classroom, casually closing the door.

Man 1, the first to speak, his face sank: "Does she know what our status is? Letting her come out to meet us is her fortune."

Man 2 stood in the hallway, still holding the undelivered gift, his expression dark: "Go back and report."

"Just leave like that? How will we explain to the Young Master?"

"You think you can drag the person back?" the middle-aged man said coldly, "You didn't see Young Master Jiang there? If we keep getting entangled, none of us will be able to leave this school."

The youngest heads of the Jiang and Shen families are not people they can afford to offend.

Man 3, who had been silent all along, his expression dark: "When we get back to our turf, what is Young Master Jiang?"

"Mainly, right now it's someone else's turf."

Those words woke the other two up; the three of them left the elevator in a dejected manner.

Not far away, the eavesdropping Yu Ci looked astonished: "So what status do they have to be so arrogant?"

Gu Xingnan silently thought these people had finally left: "Let's go in first; I'll check later."

Mu Youyu returned to her seat; Jiang Liangjin sat down beside her, and neither spoke.

The curious Han Mo turned his head and whispered: "Who is it?"

Mu Youyu said offhandedly: "I don't know them; you got the wrong person."

"Got the wrong person? They even called out the name; Han Mo couldn't believe it but couldn't say otherwise: 'I see.'"

Jiang Liangjin glanced outside the door, then quietly added: "I'll have someone look into those two's background."

"Okay."

Several classmates behind them glanced over, then quickly turned back, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

Not asking what shouldn't be asked, not looking at what shouldn't be looked at—this is a skill honed over nearly three years by Class 1's students together with Mu Xi and Song Lujing.

But it doesn't always work.

Mu Youyu had thought the matter was over, but unexpectedly, at lunch outside, she ran into another two bewildering people.

One had thick brows and light eyes, clearly of mixed heritage; the other had relaxed brows and eyes, with an easygoing demeanor.

"Is this her sister?"

"Looks like it."

"How can we go up and greet her naturally?"

"I don't know; I'll look it up… just say they're from the neighboring school."

The two muttered a few sentences at a volume the three could hear, then walked straight to Mu Youyu in the corner.

The easygoing one spoke first, laughing warmly: "Hello, classmate. We're from the neighboring campus for an exchange; we feel you're especially to our liking and want to be friends!"

"..."

Beside them, Mu Xi lifted her eyes and gave a faint glance; it was unclear whether she lowered her voice when speaking.

Jiang Liangjin raised his eyebrows slightly, saying he was from Lan Lin—would they believe him?

The two exchanged a glance, both left speechless.

Mu Youyu's concern wasn't that; she locked eyes with the mixed-race man, her pupils flickering slightly.

Before she could speak, the two behind her had already struck up a familiar conversation, dragging everything around to her.

They had chosen a secluded spot in the restaurant; for now no outsiders were paying attention, and Mu Youyu didn't know how they had gotten in, so she didn't say much.

The bodyguard hesitated about stepping forward, after all, the young lady hadn't given an order.

Jiang Liangjin's expression grew cold; he raised his hand and waved lightly: "Get them out."

"What's all that chatter? It's really unpleasant."

"Hey! Don't get worked up, classmate—we really aren't bad people!"

"Bad people wouldn't say they aren't bad." The two kept their attitude, laughing nervously.

Bodyguards from both sides stepped forward immediately; as the atmosphere tensed, Mu Xin stood at the doorway, his blue eyes sweeping over indifferently.

Mu Youyu's eyes lit up, and she obediently called out: "Xin Xin older brother!"

Jiang Liangjin: "Older brother."

Mu Xi raised her chin at him, closing her lips.

Mu Xin stepped forward and ruffled his sister's hair: "What's wrong?"

The mixed-race male student, upon seeing the arrival, his eyes lit up and he hurried forward: "Little brother, it's you! Long time no see!"

His friend immediately fell silent.

Mu Xin stood where he was, withdrew his hand, his gaze landing on that face, his brow twitching slightly.

His memory had always been good; he had indeed seen this face before. In May last year, he had arranged to meet someone to discuss cooperation, was late by nearly an hour, and the person who arrived was this mixed-race man.

Their discussion of cooperation wasn't smooth; he talked a lot, from company operations to life ideals, and only with difficulty was he drawn back to the contract details, finally signing at 1 a. m.

The next day he again dragged him to a meal, saying the contract needed supplementary details, but they ended up meeting some unrelated people.

It wasted a day and a half of his time, delaying his meeting with his sister.

If this man learned that the partner he had carefully recommended was, in Mu Xin's eyes, merely an insignificant person, he'd probably be furious enough to stomp his feet!

……Mu Xin thought at the time, it's best to have as little contact with this person as possible.

Unexpectedly, nearly a year later, this person appeared in his sister's classroom.

"Long time no see, little brother—I've sent you hundreds of messages over the past year, why didn't you reply?"

The mixed-race man had already walked up to him, extended his hand, with a sincere smile: "I didn't expect to run into you here—is this your sister?"

Even knowing, he still asked; Mu Xin didn't shake his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, his tone giving nothing away: "It's you."

The other party, oblivious to his cold demeanor, instead enthusiastically wanted to pat his shoulder.

"Last time we parted, I was still wondering when I could see you again—I never expected to meet you here! What fate, what fate!"

Mu Xin sidestepped to avoid his touch, speaking indifferently: "What do you want with my sister?"

Jiang Liangjin lowered her voice to complain: "Brother, he's harassing us."

Mu Youyu chimed in, not bothering about the earlier feeling that this person looked familiar: "Exactly!"

Mu Xin understood.

Song Ze yi flexed his wrists, ready to fight at any moment.

The mixed-blood man didn't think much of it, withdrew his hand, and smiled as he explained: "Just passing by, I wanted to get to know your younger sister."

Mu Xin looked at his smiling face and didn't respond.

The other three were the same.

The friend beside them finally realized something was off, tugged at the mixed-blood man's sleeve, and lowered his voice to say something.

The mixed-blood man tilted his head to listen, his smile unchanged: "We really mean no harm; we just wanted to get acquainted."

Mu Youyu looked at this strange scene, tugged at Mu Xin's sleeve, and whispered: "Brother, we've had enough; let's go back first."

As soon as she spoke, everyone's gaze fell on her; the mixed-blood man grew anxious: "Don't leave so quickly, let's be friends..."

Song Ze yi's reputation was known to them; his friends feared he'd be beaten, so they silently stepped back a few paces.

Jiang Liangjin frowned, stepped forward half a step without changing expression, gently shielding Mu Youyu behind her, clearly adopting a protective stance, very oppressive: "No, she doesn't like strangers getting close."

Mu Xi also rose slowly, her aura turning cold, and said lightly: "If you're just passing by, then don't block the way."

Mu Xin ignored them, picked up his sister's backpack, and said: "All right, let's go."