Chapter 462: Unique Vision

Song Yan nearly spat out the water in his mouth, exclaiming: "No way, Grandpa Mu still speaks a foreign language."

Mu Youyu wasn't surprised.

The girl obviously hadn't expected this family's elders to speak M Guo language; the layer of arrogance on her face cracked open, and she quickly patched it up.

She spoke a few polite words in broken Chinese: "Sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way, making you elders wait."

Song Yusui wanted to laugh himself to death at the accent, but feared getting beaten, so he could only keep his head down.

Mu Nian glanced at his son, smoothing things over: "Haha, it's good that you came."

The girl didn't wait for anyone else to respond, lifted her chin, walked over to sit opposite Mu Youyu on the sofa, her posture casual, as if she were in her own home.

Jiang Liangjin pulled Mu Youyu a bit closer.

Mu Xianqi gave his sister a reassuring glance, then sat down beside his girlfriend and introduced her to everyone: "This is my girlfriend."

The girl's expression was haughty, as if revealing her name were a great favor: "Grandpa can call me Ai'ai."

Song Yusui: "What are you sighing about?"

The well-mannered Mu Youyu and a few others actually forgot to respond for a moment.

The living room suddenly fell silent; Grandpa Mu spoke first, his smile turning strained: "All right, Ai'ai, right? Nice name."

Mu Nian chimed in from the side, his gaze wandering over Ai'ai, then flicking to his son, his expression odd.

How can she be so small.

Ai'ai seemed dissatisfied with the comment "nice name," muttering a few sentences in M Guo language, her tone displeased.

Mu Xianqi hurried to soothe her, whispering a few sentences, after which she forced a smile and put back on that "I'm very satisfied" expression.

Ai'ai sat on the sofa, her gaze sweeping the living room, finally landing on Mu Youyu, where she stared for several seconds before looking away.

That meaning is too obvious; Jiang Liangjin felt slightly uncomfortable, lowering his voice: 'Xianqi brother's gaze... is quite unique.'

Mu Youyu comforted herself: "Whatever Xianqi brother brings back must be good."

Mu Xin silently shifted her seat to the other side of her sister.

Song Yusui was still waiting for Mu Xianqi to introduce them, not expecting that after sitting on the sofa, the latter would say nothing.

Ai'ai lifted her chin, pointing at the bag she had initially placed on the floor: "Grandpa, Dad, this is a meeting gift; it's all my fault—I insisted on dragging Xianqi to buy a present, which made us late."

Everyone was incredulous: "?! Does this mean she's calling him Dad now?"

Mu Nian was the first to respond: "Haha, how thoughtful..."

Grandpa Mu looked at the two big bags, his heart easing a little: "Maybe M Guo people are just different; we should try to understand."

The butler beside them was about to step forward to pick it up when Ai'ai suddenly shouted: "Don't touch my bag! Put it down!"

The butler was startled and hastily withdrew his hand.

Mu Xianqi lowered his head slightly, puzzled.

"Ah! Little Orange, Little Green, are you all right?" Ai'ai clutched her chest, half-kneeling on the floor, flustered: "Sorry, I failed to protect you."

"..."

Mu Youyu also felt in her heart that this older sister wasn't so unreachable after all.

"What Little Orange, Little Green?" Song Lujing realized the names were taken from the colors of those two bags.

He has a low laugh threshold, really couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he simply put on earphones, turned up the volume, opened a phone recording, preparing to savor it later.

Song Yan hadn't seen such exaggerated acting in a long time, and he trembled all over.

Song Yusui was complaining in the family group chat; midway he lifted his head and muttered: "Is Xianqi brother holding his head down because he's trying not to laugh?"

Mu Nian remained silent: "Mu Xianqi isn't even angry about this?"

Mu Xi finally gave a comment: "Crazy woman."

Mu Youyu: "Brothers, keep your voices down, don't let them hear."

"Listen to the baby."

Jiang Liangjin pressed a hand to his lips and turned his head aside.

Mu Xin sensed something was off, picked up her phone, and started calling for backup.

Mu Nian was startled, his expression already tinged with disdain: "Eh, kid, get up quickly."

He secretly felt relieved, glad that his brothers and others had things to do and didn't come; otherwise they'd lose face big time.

But he didn't know that Song Yusui had already announced it in the family group.

Grandpa Mu gave the butler a look; the butler was about to step forward when Ai'ai suddenly stood up, took two palm-sized boxes from that bag, and said: "These are the proper meeting gifts for you two!"

The butler took them.

Grandpa Mu and Mu Nian didn't touch them, silently agreeing to put away the meeting gifts they had each prepared.

Ai'ai was dissatisfied: "Where's my meeting gift? Is this how Z Country people treat guests?"

The butler, perceptive, handed over two ordinary boxes; Grandpa Mu instinctively stepped back and said: "This."

Ai'ai immediately took them: "Thank you, Grandpa, Dad—I'll be filial to you from now on!"

Mu Youyu watched, stunned.

Grandpa Mu: "Don't call me like that! My heart can't take it."

Ai'ai hugged the gifts and turned around, impatient: "When are we eating?"

"Serve the dishes." Mu Nian called the servants to heat the food, and the whole family headed back to the dining table.

Grandpa Mu also wanted to hurry up and eat then leave.

At the dining table, Grandpa Mu sat in the seat of honor, Mu Nian beside him, Mu Xianqi next to Grandpa Mu, Ai'ai next to him, and the others took their seats in order.

The dishes filled the table, every flavor imaginable.

Grandpa Mu picked up his chopsticks and called for everyone to start eating.

Ai'ai gazed at the full table of dishes, feigning cluelessness.

Mu Xianqi gave her a piece of sweet and sour spare rib, placing it in her bowl, "Try this, it's delicious."

Aiai chewed two bites, furrowed her brow, put the remaining half on the edge of the plate, then suddenly covered her mouth and let out a soft retch: "Ugh, cough cough."

?

Grandfather Mu saw it, his expression turned to stone.

Mu Xianqi laughed hahaha twice, "Her taste is lighter; she can't handle too sweet."

Grandfather Mu almost got scared to death.

Uncle Mu nodded, called the servants to bring a few light dishes; Aiai then picked up her chopsticks, ate a few bites, and her complexion improved a bit.

She, thinking others couldn't hear, whispered a few sentences to Mu Xianqi.

The translation is: "Your family's food is too awful; from now on you should marry into my family, I'll cook for you."

Mu Xianqi smiled and said nothing.

Mu Youyu lowered her head to eat, but her peripheral vision kept watching the opposite side.

She noticed that Aiai hardly moved her chopsticks, only occasionally picking up a bite of vegetables, chewing for a long time before swallowing.

Mu Xianqi, on the other hand, occasionally gave Aiai a vegetable; each time he did, Aiai would glance at him and say "Thank you, dear," dragging the ending, sweetly cloying.

Once again, obliviously affectionate, Grandfather Mu put down his chopsticks and finally asked the question everyone wanted to ask: "Ah Qi, this miss, how did you two meet?"

Mu Xianqi put down his chopsticks: "We met two years ago at a business banquet in M Guo; she is from M Guo, doing art investment there."

He said, turning his head to glance at Aiai, corners of his mouth curving: "We got along well, and have stayed in touch since."

Aiai straightened up: "Yes, I've never met someone like Xianqi before, so Grandpa and Dad, rest assured, I'll treat him well!"

Grandfather Mu, Uncle Mu: "......"

Still an art person?

Mu Youyu always felt it wasn't like that; besides, she had been to M Guo many times, yet Mu Xianqi or anyone else never brought her to see anything.

Jiang Liangjin still felt something off, remained silent.

Grandfather Mu calmed his emotions, glanced at Aiai again: "How old is she?"

Aiai lifted her chin: "Eighteen."

Aside from Song Lujing, everyone at the table stopped moving, so young?

Upon hearing that age, Uncle Mu got frightened, pressed: "Two years ago you met Mu Xianqi when you were only sixteen; didn't you go to school?"

Aiai, eyes full of affection: "My family is poor, I couldn't afford school, but fortunately I met Xianqi; he said back then he would send me to study!"

Mu Xianqi glanced at her, obviously sharing her thought: "Grandpa, Dad, it's like this; she's already studying, don't look down on her."

Mu Youyu: "What the heck, they met at a business banquet, do art investment, yet the family is still poor?"