Chapter 609: Hit the Jackpot

Mu Youyu feared Feng Cen would say something off‑character, so she quickly opened her mouth: "Mainly, it's just that I'm good‑looking."

Jiang Liangjin spoke indulgently: "Yes, baby, you're the most beautiful."

Yu Ci watched the unmarried couple interact as if no one else were there, and couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

"Alright, alright, I know you're crazy about each other, but can we first find a place to sit?"

"Our car got taken to the parking lot."

Jiang Liangjin returned to normal, correcting: "What do you mean 'our car'? That's my family's car."

Yu Ci waved his hand in front of Jiang Liangjin's eyes and said something out of the blue: "Will you still give me a car for my birthday? I've taken a liking to your silver supercar—it suits my temperament perfectly."

"Though we're not of age yet, saving up now is never a mistake—once we get our licenses, every day will be different!"

Mu Youyu, Jiang Liangjin, and Gu Xingnan, already accustomed to this, felt no inner turbulence; they even wanted to laugh a little.

Feng Cen: "Rich people, their birthdays demand cars worth over a hundred million."

"……"

Several people chatted and laughed as they walked into a nearby shop.

Mu Youyu pulled Feng Cen to the front and asked, "How did they dye all their hair?"

"Their hair colors and styles are all different."

Feng Cen fiddled with her newly done nails, saying, "I lost a sparring match to her, so this is punishment; they'll dye their hair back in a month."

Mu Youyu raised an eyebrow: "In a month they probably won't want to change back—why don't you dye yours too?"

"No way, my hair quality is precious." Feng Cen ran a hand through her smooth black hair, adding, "And black is classic—never out of style."

While the two were talking, Yu Ci behind them kept pressing Jiang Liangjin about the car.

"I'm being serious—I'm not greedy, I just want that one."

Yu Ci trailed half a step behind Jiang Liangjin, beginning to wheedle: "You have so many cars—what's wrong with giving me one? Can you bear to see your best brother walking?"

"Car, car, car—again with the car," Jiang Liangjin said without turning back, "Why don't you ask Xinan? I remember he just picked up a new one last month, the same color."

"The one he picked is too low‑key; it doesn't suit my temperament."

Gu Xingnan: "……"

Jiang Liangjin gave him a sideways glance: "What temperament do you even have?"

Yu Ci puffed out his chest: "Just look—it's the protagonist's temperament!"

"？"

Jiang Liangjin: "Don't mess with me."

Yu Ci covered his chest: "This year is my coming‑of‑age, and I'm only asking for this little thing—you still refuse? Wah wah wah, it's a childhood trauma..."

Jiang Liangjin had no recourse—aside from his fiancée and those close to the four major conglomerates, only this childhood friend dared to openly demand gifts like this, tacking on emotional blackmail.

"Alright, let's look again."

Fearful that Yu Ci would cause a scene again, he quickly stepped over to Mu Youyu and asked affectionately, "Baby, what do you want to eat?"

Mu Youyu blinked, tilted her head slightly, and replied, "Baby, I want to eat a sweet little cake."

Jiang Liangjin: "Okay, let's go now."

Yu Ci saw through him again and again, then returned to Gu Xingnan's side.

Feng Cen: "Huh?"

The summer break at C University Art School is set for early July.

Mo Yuan finished announcing the vacation precautions in the classroom, and everyone could finally leave school.

Mu Youyu packed her belongings: "Finally, vacation's here."

Jiang Liangjin's things had already been moved back; he was helping her organize her textbooks, saying, "When we return next semester, we'll be sophomores."

"It feels like we haven't done anything," Mu Youyu said as she stood up, "It's already been a year."

"Who says we haven't done anything?" Jiang Liangjin grabbed her wrist, "We got engaged."

Mu Youyu's profile: "That counts as you winning, right?"

"Yes, I hit the jackpot."

The classmates indicated they should look more and talk less.

The classroom door was knocked; Mu Youyu looked up and saw Mu Xi leaning against the doorframe, her attire suggesting she had just stepped out of some formal occasion.

At his side stood Mu Xin, and a bit further was Song Huaiyu.

The three stood in a line, each with a distinct aura, drawing several gasps from the students who hadn't left yet.

Jiang Liangjin reacted, giving a polite smile: "Second Brother, Xin Brother, Huaiyu Brother."

Mu Xi grunted, her light eyes sweeping past him to land on her sister: "All packed?"

"All done." Mu Youyu zipped her bag, took a few quick steps to the door, and smiled up at them: "How did you all come? And Huaiyu Brother—when did you get back?"

Mu Xi from the Music Institute had gotten out early, and he replied, "I came to pick you up for vacation."

Mu Xin reached out to take her sister's backpack from her shoulder: "Right."

Song Huaiyu ruffled the top of her head: "Just arrived, perfect timing for your vacation."

Mu Youyu curiously tugged at his sleeve: "Wow, does Huaiyu Brother get time off too?"

Although Song Huaiyu is still an undergraduate, he heads his own research team— the minimum requirement is graduate level— and his daily schedule keeps him off his feet.

"Yes, the experiment has wrapped up, so I'm resting ten days." He added gently, "I also came especially to pick up our little princess for vacation."

Mu Xi glanced into the classroom, saw Jiang Liangjin coming up with his things, then withdrew her gaze: "Grandfather said to come back tonight for dinner."

Mu Youyu obediently agreed: "Alright, let's go."

When the car arrived at the old residence, Mu Grandfather was scrolling on his phone in the courtyard; seeing the car, he stepped forward and waved to his granddaughter: "Youbao, hurry inside—it's hot out."

Mu Youyu got out of the car and ran over: "Good afternoon, Grandfather!"

Jiang Liangjin: "Grandfather Mu."

Grandfather Mu chuckled, "All right, rest a bit, we're about to have lunch!"

Mu Xianqi heard the noise, came out holding the glutinous rice, "Everyone's back already."

Song Lujing snatched the glutinous rice away viciously, "You weren't just complaining about the glutinous rice a moment ago?"

This schemer just knows how to show off in front of his sister.

Mu Xianqi didn't talk back.

Grandfather Mu couldn't be bothered with them, just urged his granddaughter to go inside quickly before she overheats.

The living room air conditioning was on full blast.

Grandfather Mu ushered everyone to sit on the sofa and had someone bring over sliced fruit and chilled yangmei soup.

His paternal and maternal uncles were also present, chatting and showing concern for Mu Youyu.

Soon after, Shen Ningmu arrived, accompanied by two bodyguards, each carrying several exquisite packages.