Chapter 450: Everything Revolves Around the Eldest Daughter

After the people left, the others lost interest in getting involved; a friend patted the man on the shoulder, "Forget it, today isn't the time."

"I know." The mixed-race man drew back his gaze, the smile on his face fading, revealing a deep, solemn face underneath.

Mu Youyu didn't take it to heart; life went on as usual—she attended school, painted, occasionally accompanied Jiang Liangjin in handling company affairs, or was occasionally dragged out to eat by her brothers.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed, and Mu Xianyan flew from M Guo to C Shi.

That afternoon she had no class; Mu Youyu was in the Painting Studio putting the finishing touches on the latest chapter of "When Rain Falls at the Fingertips," when her phone vibrated.

Cousin: 【Little sister, I've arrived in C Shi; want to have dinner together tonight?】

Mu Youyu replied with an "Okay," then asked where she was staying; Mu Xianyan said she hadn't decided yet, so Mu Youyu told her to come straight to the Mu Family residence.

Mu Xianyan sent a kiss emoji, and in an instant, a sum of money was transferred into Mu Youyu's bank account.

Mu Youyu had almost grown accustomed to her habit of transferring money at the slightest disagreement.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Mu Xianyan appeared punctually at the Mu Family's gate.

The visitor wore a white dress, her hair casually tied in a low ponytail, with little makeup on her face and dark circles under her eyes.

An assistant followed behind her.

Mu Youyu went downstairs to meet her; Mu Xianyan perked up, handing over a bag, "I brought you the snacks you said you liked."

"Thank you, cousin!" Mu Youyu took it and pulled her inside.

Only Mu Xi and Song Lujing remained in the living room, one handling emails, the other playing a game, neither disturbing the other.

When Mu Xianyan entered, Mu Xi lifted his head and glanced at her.

Song Lujing didn't look up from his phone, muttering a vague "Welcome" before falling silent again.

Mu Xianyan called out, scanning the living room with her gaze, "Just you guys? Where are the others?"

Seeing her sister still putting things away, Mu Xi set down his phone and explained, "The eldest brother and his wife went out to eat, and Xiao Bao hasn't returned from the company yet."

"Alright."

Not knowing who Mu Xianyan wanted to see, Mu Youyu turned back to her original spot and asked, "Have you eaten, cousin?"

"Not yet; I'll go out to eat later."

"Let's eat here; we haven't eaten either." Mu Xi noticed her sister's gaze, raised his hand, and said, "Add a few more dishes."

The nanny agreed.

"……"

The dinner wasn't extensive, but everything was what Mu Youyu liked to eat.

Mu Xianyan scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and casually asked, "Little sister, hasn't your childhood friend come over?"

Mu Youyu shook her head. "He just left not long ago."

She understood, then asked, "Little sister, are there any good eateries near your school? Could you take me out tomorrow to look around?"

"Sure, what would you like to eat, cousin?"

"Anything is fine; I'm not picky."

The little assistant's mouth twitched.

The two chatted on and off, while the two young men didn't interject, and the atmosphere was passable.

The Mu Family originally had a rule of no talking during meals, but in the Mu Family, everything revolves around the eldest daughter.

The servants had grown accustomed to it, waiting respectfully to the side.

Mu Xianyan ate little, set down her chopsticks, sat to the side watching her sister eat, a smile on her lips.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable under her gaze, Mu Youyu said, "Cousin, why aren't you eating?"

"Watching you eat fills me up."

Mu Youyu felt a bit embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

Mu Xi still couldn't bring himself to use an affectionate title, gathering his words: "This time you've come to C Shi, is there something you need?"

Mu Xianyan's smile flickered, then returned to normal: "Nothing, Mu Xi ge; I just missed my sister and came to see her."

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Tomorrow I'll take a day off for the preliminaries; good night, little treasures.