Chapter 620: It's quite standard in several languages

The private jet began to descend, and outside the porthole was a vast expanse of deep indigo.

Mu Xin gently shook his sister, "Dear, it's time to get up."

Mu Youyu blinked awake from under the thin blanket, mumbling, "Have we arrived?"

She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and looked out the porthole; in the distance, the apron lights were on, several silhouettes stood in the night mist, the golden hair of the foremost figure lifted by the wind, dazzling under the searchlights.

The other two were still asleep; Mu Xin replied softly, "Yes, we've arrived, Qing An is waiting downstairs."

Mu Xin got up to call someone.

Jiang Liangjin woke up and, without thinking, took a coat from the luggage rack and draped it over Mu Youyu.

Mu Xianqi, meanwhile, casually scooped up the drowsy glutinous rice from its nest.

The boarding ramp was lowered, and a cool breeze carrying the scent of night dew swept over them.

Qing An wore a dark work uniform, his hair slightly disheveled by the wind, hands in his pockets, head tilted back as he gazed toward the plane.

Ruo Ya and Qing Wei stood on either side, with a few attendants half a step behind.

Mu Youyu stepped down the last stair; Qing An had already stepped forward, arms half-open, but Jiang Liangjin subtly shifted to block him without a word.

Qing An didn't mind; he shifted his arm and lightly draped it over his sister's shoulders, "Sister, are you tired from the flight? Hungry? I had the kitchen prepare a late-night snack."

Mu Youyu shook her head, "Not hungry, I ate something on the plane."

Qing An then relaxed, turned to Mu Xin, and gave him a big hug, "Ah Xin, long time no see, you're still as taciturn as ever."

Mu Xin didn't dodge, merely uttering a soft "hmm".

Ruo Ya walked over, pressed a hand on Mu Youyu's head, and spoke gently, "Mingxi sister, your room is ready; go rest first, we can talk about anything tomorrow."

Qing Wei had been waiting nearly an hour and was starting to feel drowsy; he roused himself with a smile, "Welcome, enjoy your stay for a few more days."

Mu Xianqi stood at the rear, looking listless, obviously also sleep‑deprived, when Ruo Ya pulled him away, "You came at just the right time; come, I have some things for you to handle."

The imperial palace grounds are vast; the group boarded a vehicle and headed for the main hall.

Over the next few days, they spent their time leisurely.

Qing An appeared punctually in the dining hall each day, finding various ways to lure his sister to the garden to see those blue roses, wishing he could view them ten times a day.

Each time he would sigh over the flower bed, "Sister, your brother Ling can't even tend a pot of soil properly, yet he boasts about how hard‑to‑grow the varieties are."

"Look, sister, without a brother's love they simply won't bloom! Xun Li has never received a brother's affection!"

Upon Mingxi sister's arrival, Prince Qing An honorably went on strike, and Ruo Ya and Qing Wei once again took over his duties.

Jiang Liangjin and Mu Xin stayed constantly by Mu Youyu's side.

Mu Xianqi got busy the next day, meeting with several M Guo partners to discuss matters, most of the time helping Ruo Ya straighten out the royal family's messy accounts.

Mu Youyu didn't have many plans, and had no objection to that; over the days she spent her time playing with Jiang Liangjin and her brother.

In the blink of an eye, it was Sunday.

Qing An left early in the morning to run errands, and the palace grew quiet.

Mu Youyu was sitting in the dining hall eating breakfast when Jiang Liangjin came downstairs, having changed into a white shirt with a gray striped tie, work pants, and a peaked cap pressed onto his head.

His whole demeanor switched from vacation mode to a cool, detached tone at the flip of a switch.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Mu Youyu bit into her heart‑shaped sandwich, "Are you heading out?"

Jiang Liangjin stood behind her, "Yes, I have an appointment to meet someone and settle that matter we spoke of."

They'd been having so much fun they almost forgot why they'd come here.

Mu Youyu said, "Oh," then asked, "When will you be back?"

"It won't be long; I'll be back after the talk. Sweetie, is there anything you'd like to eat?" Jiang Liangjin said, leaning over to snatch the half‑sandwich from her hand and taking a bite.

Mu Xin: "... There's still some here."

"Ah, my breakfast." Mu Youyu looked at him accusingly.

As Jiang Liangjin rose, he bent down and lightly touched her forehead, "I'll bring you something else."

Mu Xin couldn't bear to watch, pushing the milk toward his sister's face, "Go on, I'll keep you company."

Mu Youyu blinked.

"Brother, goodbye." Jiang Liangjin nodded to Mu Xin and turned to leave the palace gates.

After putting on his mask and getting into the back seat, he finally sent a message to Shi Che, whom he hadn't contacted in days.

……

Meanwhile, at a private club in the western district of M Guo...

Shi Che was surrounded by a group of people, feeling utterly hopeless.

A man in gold‑rimmed glasses lifted his wine cup, his tone icy: "Shi Xiaoye, couldn't you have come up with a better excuse? You said you'd show up this week, and today's the last day—yet we haven't even seen a trace of you."

The person beside him chimed in, "Yeah, we're only here for his face; you said he'd come this week, so we postponed several engagements—if he doesn't show, we're just waiting for nothing."

"I think he's just blowing smoke! Someone like You would never personally appear for a mere matter."

Shi Che kept a calm exterior, but inside he had already turned over the past few days' conversations in his mind.

He had expected Y Qiandie to contact him in the previous days, but that person seemed to have forgotten the whole thing—there's been no movement all week.

He could certainly wait, but the godfather had already had him spread the word, and now things have gotten a bit out of hand.

If the godfather really doesn't show today, it'll be hard to wrap up nicely.

Shi Che's face darkened slightly, "He'll come; why are you in a rush?"

The man in gold‑rimmed glasses gave a low chuckle, "I'm not in a hurry; I'm just curious what You actually looks like—is he really as monstrous as the rumors say, with three heads and six arms?"

Shi Che replied in a flat tone, "Appearance doesn't matter; it's ability that counts."

Another person sneered, "But if he won't even show his face, who knows whether that ability is genuine or not."

Shi Che set his cup down on the coffee table, his voice turning colder, "You've said so much—would you dare say that to his face if he showed up?"

"I'm just chatting with you; I'm not saying it to his face."

The man with his back turned also began to feel uncertain, whispering: "It's the last day already; You couldn't possibly…… really have something come up at the last minute and not be able to make it, could you?"

Shi Che was about to say a few words in his defense when the phone in his suit's inner pocket vibrated.

He paused a moment, calmly took out his phone, entered a code, and lowered his eyelids.

The message was very short, containing only an address and a line: '【Come quickly】'.

!?

Shi Che stared at the text and address, looking back and forth for a minute to make sure he hadn't misread, then replied 'Half an hour,' and only then slowly put his phone down.

Goodness, You is actually right near the West District!

Seeing his expression, the man with his back turned asked, 'What's wrong?'

"Left." Shi Che patted the sofa armrest, immediately stood up, 'You replied to me! He wants to meet me now!'

He took a call and planned to take the man with his back turned and the other two with him.

The person who originally spoke in a sarcastic tone instantly fell silent.

Someone asked skeptically, 'Really? So which country is he from?'

Shi Che buttoned his coat and walked toward the door, casually throwing out, 'I don't know exactly where he's from, but he speaks several languages quite fluently.'

Switching to insulting people is also quite standard.

Someone behind him sucked in a breath: 'The big shot really is a big shot.'