Chapter 464: with translation of chapter title

The butler stepped forward at once, his steps a little quicker than usual.

He had worked for the Mu family for over thirty years, having seen all kinds of scenes, yet now he rarely showed a hint of hesitation.

Standing behind Grandfather Mu, his gaze swept between Mu Xianqi and Ai'ai, unsure which order to carry out first.

"Eh, Grandpa, I'm not full yet…" Mu Xianqi said doubtfully.

Grandfather Mu slammed his palm on the table in anger, making the tea cup jump.

"Eat, eat, eat—what's with all the eating? Get out! Next time you bring someone like this back, don't bother coming home!"

Uncle Mu's face turned ashen: "You made Youbao and Xinbao wait so long, only to bring back this thing?"

Ai'ai shrank back from the scene, her lips trembling a few times before she managed: "Is this how Z Country people treat guests?"

"Grandpa, Dad, don't be angry—Ai'ai is just young and doesn't know better…" Mu Xianqi tried to smooth things over.

Mu Xin lifted his eyes, giving him a chilly look: "You're just going to stand there and say that about my sister?"

Jiang Liangjin also glanced sideways at Mu Xianqi, as if looking at someone possessed.

Mu Xianqi could no longer hold back, reaching out to pull Ai'ai, whispering: "Stop causing trouble—apologize first."

"I won't apologize!" Ai'ai shook off his hand, her voice rising sharply: "I didn't do anything wrong! You're the ones who disliked me first!"

Uncle Mu finally reached his limit, pointing at the door: "Get out! Get out now! Our Mu family doesn't welcome someone ill‑mannered like you!"

Grandfather Mu bellowed in a low voice: "Someone!"

No one pleaded for them; the two were thrown out.

Along with Ai'ai's suitcase and two bags named Little Orange and Little Green.

Through the courtyard gate, several people could still hear Ai'ai's wailing: "Little Orange! Little Green! Your dad's family won't accept you—it's my fault for not protecting you; I'll take you home now…" (sobbing).

Mu Xianqi: "Dear, it's not like that…"

Immediately after came a crisp slap, and Ai'ai's angry voice rang out: "You useless man!"

Mu Xianqi wasn't the least bit annoyed, still cooing softly.

Everyone inside fell silent.

Mu Nian and Mu Xi's faces clearly showed disgust, as if they'd seen something filthy.

That name sounded made up on the spot; Mu Xin couldn't be bothered to look into it, merely glancing down to see where Qing An's location was.

Song Lujing took off his headphones only after everyone had left, then pressed the stop recording button.

Song Yusui clicked his tongue twice: "No way—was that voice from getting hit? If Song Huaixian showed up, he'd flip the table."

Lu Yuchu took the opportunity to move closer to his sister, wearing a righteous expression: "Baby, I never imagined he'd be like this—don't bother with him from now on."

Song Yan: "Exactly, how did he go crazy with that woman? Just ignore him."

Mu Youyu didn't know what to say for a moment; Jiang Liangjin silently lit a stick of incense for Mu Xianqi in his heart.

From outside the courtyard came a few deliberately amplified remarks.

Mu Xianqi called out loudly: "Grandpa, Dad, we're leaving first."

Ai'ai cooed sweetly: "Grandpa, Dad, Xianqi has already soothed me—I'm young, I won't hold it against you; I'll come see you again another day~"

"Really, acting like a child over this at your age… so petty."

Mu Xianqi: "Don't say another word—let's go."

Grandfather Mu, furious, raised a hand to his chest; Mu Youyu hurried forward, soothing him: "Grandpa, don't be angry—Xianqi must have been tricked; later I'll talk some sense into him with my brothers."

Grandfather Mu's face eased a little, but his anger remained: "He's how old—how could he still be fooled? I think he's doing this on purpose to spite me."

Song Yan fanned the flames: "Exactly, exactly—Grandfather Mu is right!"

Grandfather Mu looked at Uncle Mu, his expression unusually tinged with reproach: "You're his father—don't you manage him at all, just let him run wild?"

Uncle Mu protested indignantly: "How can I control him? Since he was little he's never listened to me—I say east, he goes west; I've urged him to settle down early, yet he keeps dragging it out."

"I've urged him to bring someone back, but he never responded—now look, he brings back this…"

The others said nothing; Grandfather Mu sighed, rubbing his temples.

Mu Youyu spoke gently: "Grandpa, don't be angry—Xianqi isn't a child anymore; he knows what he's doing."

"If he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have brought this person back to anger me." Grandfather Mu pointed at the door: "Look at her—does she look like a decent person? She's supposedly eighteen, but I'd say she lacks even an eight‑year‑old's upbringing."

Song Yan: "What 'decent person'? Normal people aren't like that either."

Jiang Liangjin picked up the teapot on the table, poured Grandfather Mu a cup of hot tea, and offered it with both hands: "Grandfather, have some tea to calm yourself."

Grandfather Mu took the cup, glanced at him, then at his granddaughter; his anger eased a little: "It's you two who are the low‑maintenance ones."

Mu Xi gave a soft cough beside him, and Grandfather Mu immediately added: "You all are low‑maintenance, all of you."

Grandfather Mu's mood had mostly settled; he glanced around at the younger generation, waved his hand, and said: "All right, all right—once you've eaten, go rest; get on with whatever you need to do."

The group said a word and then dispersed.

Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin didn't forget to comfort the two with a few words.

The last to leave, Mu Nian turned back to glance at Grandfather Mu: "Grandfather, should I go check on Mu Xianqi's side? He's acting so out of character today, unlike his usual self."

Grandfather Mu waved a hand: "Don't worry about him; let him calm down on his own."

"All right, Grandfather."

"Ah Nian, don't learn from him—people like that only realize they need to turn back after hitting a wall!" Uncle Mu muttered, sighing inwardly, wondering how Mu Xianqi could have the same look as his own father, and how he'd ever explain it to his dad later.

"Understood, Uncle." Mu Nian nodded and pushed the door open to leave.

At the gate of the Mu family's old residence, as Mu Xianqi shoved Ai'ai into the car, she was still swearing in M Country language.

The driver, nervous, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the lady who had just been haughty now slumped in the back seat, one false eyelash askew, her clothes a little dirty.

Mu Xianqi got in from the other side, and his serene, timeless expression finally fell away.

He checked the family group chat—Song Yusui had already posted ninety‑nine messages, all live updates from the scene.

Too lazy to scroll up, he simply turned off the screen.

Ai'ai saw the car door close, and only then did his mouth close.

The car drove out of the yard, about five minutes later, a rustling sound suddenly came from beside it.

Mu Xianqi opened her eyes and turned her head, only to see Ai'ai lowering his head, both hands reaching behind his head, not knowing what he was fussing with.

A few seconds later, the meticulously groomed golden long hair was yanked off by her, revealing the black short hair underneath.

"I'm dying of heat."

"Ai'ai" spoke again, a clear boyish voice standing out especially in the car, carrying the hoarse quality unique to the voice-breaking period.

"They were too harsh, they almost dragged me out......"

While saying that, he also pulled out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket and frantically wiped his face at the phone's front camera.

Foundation, blush, and lipstick were smeared all over his face in a messy mix, his original skin tone standing out starkly, making his look even more horrifying than before.