Chapter 541

Shi Che still hadn't recovered from the dizziness caused by the three characters "seven-three split".

Mu Xin had already pushed the document to the exact center of the table, "Feel free to raise any objections."

Whether it's reasonable or not depends on the angle you look from; Mu Xin thinks it's quite reasonable.

His words sounded modest and polite, but his eyes said otherwise, clearly writing another layer of subtext—

If you have objections, there's nothing to discuss; the door's over there, I won't see you out.

Shi Che, angry, let out a burst of anger, then finally swallowed that breath back.

All right, he didn't dare say anything to his face.

After all, he's the heir to the Duke's Mansion of Y Guo; his grandfather had warned him that, in front of the Y Guo royal family and the people of Duke Weika's Mansion, the first choice is always someone from the Duke's Mansion.

Moreover, the influential Young Master Ai Luoxiu is the first choice among first choices.

His brother had also specifically warned him before his two meetings with Mu Xin about cooperation: agree to the terms as long as they're not excessive, and don't drag your feet.

That shouldn't be too much, right?

His heart was bleeding, but he had to put on a grateful smile, reaching out to pull the document toward himself, "No objections; being able to cooperate with Young Master Mu is my honor."

After saying that, he nodded reluctantly, trying to appear more sincere.

Enough, he ached for his brother's money!! Every penny and cent hurt.

Mu Xin had no extra pleasantries.

Shi Che feared he might change his mind, thought the thirty-seventy split was too polite and changed it to twenty-eighty, immediately opened the document, and wrote the split in the supplementary clauses column.

After finishing the signature, he quickly signed his name, then immediately pushed the document back toward Mu Xin, "General Manager Mu, pleasant cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation." Mu Xin only put the document away after confirming there were no errors.

He stood up, his tone cold: "My assistant will handle the follow-up."

Shi Che also stood up, habitually reaching out to shake hands.

Mu Xin glanced at the outstretched hand, a flicker of disdain in her eyes, she didn't take it, merely gave a slight nod, then turned and walked toward the coffee shop door.

Fine, again like this.

Shi Che sheepishly pulled his hand back.

After the person left, Shi Che sat back in his chair and flipped through the signed document again.

If his older brother knew he'd closed the deal at a three‑seven split, he'd probably scold him as worthless.

... Since we've come this far, speaking again, this Mu CEO is far too generous.

Early November, the day before yesterday C Shi had a rain, and pedestrians on the street swapped their thin coats for thicker ones.

After returning from shopping in the afternoon, Mu Youyu stood in the cloakroom, and from the neatly arranged autumn clothing that had just been sent back, she picked a black thin sweater and matching light‑gray trousers.

She tidied herself up and pushed open the door next door.

To the left of her room, in order, lived Mu Xin, Mu Xi, and Mu Nian; the several rooms on the right had all been knocked together, most of them now cloakrooms.

Last month she had someone tidy up one of the combined cloakrooms, and now Jiang Liangjin occasionally stays next door.

Push the door open and you can see a painting covering the whole wall, its colors spread across like a spilled palette.

It's about a third smaller than her master bedroom; with this decoration, there's no trace of its former use as a cloakroom, even the scent has changed.

The outfit Jiang Liangjin changed into is the autumn set they picked together yesterday; now they're wearing matching outfits.

Seeing Mu Youyu's outfit, he blinked and said, "Wow, great minds think alike."

Mu Youyu helplessly, "What great minds think alike? We agreed yesterday to wear this," she said, "Yes, great minds think alike, let's go."

The two went downstairs together and ran into the maid holding Nuomi; the cat curled in her arms, eyes half‑closed, looking lazy.

Jiang Liangjin gave a soft cough, "Shall we bring Nuomi?"

Mu Youyu fell into thought, "How is this cat getting rounder?"

"No, it's already gotten fat."

Jiang Liangjin curled the corner of his mouth, made a gentlemanly gesture of reaching out, and said, "Then let's go."

The annual gala of the International Children's Charity Foundation is set for the second Saturday night of November, which is tomorrow; the venue is an hour's drive from the imperial palace.

Factoring in the time difference and flight time, arrival in Y Guo will be exactly Saturday afternoon local time.

Mu Youyu slept all the way on the plane; when she woke, she could already see lights on the ground outside the porthole.

Seeing her open her eyes, Jiang Liangjin closed his book and set it aside, asking, "Awake?"

"Awake." Mu Youyu rubbed her eyes and, looking out the porthole, saw a line of vehicles already parked on the tarmac.

Jun Chenling stood at the foot of the boarding stairs, his dark overcoat lifted slightly by the wind.

He held no umbrella, just standing in the drizzle, head tilted up to watch the descending plane.

Behind him, an attendant held an umbrella, carefully positioning it behind him without getting too close, lest he disturb his interest in watching people.

As Mu Youyu descended the stairs, the blast of cold wind hit her face and fully woke her; she said, "Ling gege."

Jiang Liangjin: "Ling ge."

Jun Chenling stepped forward, reached out to steady his sister's arm, and asked, "Arrived? Hungry? We've brought food on the car."

Upon learning his sister was coming, he deliberately cleared all his afternoon engagements.

Well‑rested, Mu Youyu shook her head.

"All right." Jun Chenling then asked, "Where do you want to go now? It's still early."

Mu Youyu: "Let's go pick up Rongrong first."

Jun Chenling understood, opened the car door, waited for the two to get in, then walked around to sit in the front.

The car drove off the tarmac.

Outside the window the rain grew heavier; Mu Youyu tilted her head slightly, her gaze following a raindrop as it slid from the top of the glass to the bottom, then she looked for another drop.

Jun Chenling seemed to ask offhandedly, "Is A Xin really not planning to come?"

Mu Youyu snapped to attention, "We're just here to play for two days; brother said to wait until my winter break before we come play here."

Jun Chenling's originally drooping brows and eyes instantly lit up with a smile, "Really? Welcome."

His heart skipped a beat, then he asked, "Has Ah Shen been busy lately? I've messaged him but he hardly replies."

He still deliberately picked the time when it was morning in Z Country to send them, calculating the time difference, and sent them out punctually every day.

Mu Youyu also didn't know why; thinking that no matter what she couldn't badmouth her brother, she tilted her head and said, "Brother replied to you in his heart!"

Jun Chenling's eyelids twitched slightly, and the low feelings in his heart vanished.

The attendant driving ahead: "Still, the princess knows how to coax people."

Upon arriving at the Royal Drama Academy, the attendant went around to the passenger side, opened the door, and Jun Chenling stepped out slowly.

Students passing by saw his appearance and were all shocked.

Prince Xun Li, after graduating from the master's and doctoral continuous program together with Young Master Ai Luoxiu, has never set foot in this school again, not even attending the anniversary invitation!

Now that he's come, it's fine, but why would he still run to the drama academy?

Although shocked, etiquette couldn't be neglected; many noble youths stepped forward to greet him proactively.

Jun Chenling's attitude remained indifferent.

Jiang Liangjin got out of the car and opened an umbrella; Mu Youyu bent her body to hide under the umbrella, holding his hand, "When we meet Niannian later, don't put on a stern face."