Chapter 625: I Can Cover Your Back

Qing An propped his chin, leisurely retorted: "What does your family's decline have to do with me?"

The Count grew fearful, his knees going weak as he began to appeal to old ties: "Your Highness Qing An, please consider Mo Wu's sake..."

"Shut up!" Qing An cut him off, "You have no right to speak for Mo Wu; he long ago severed any ties with you!"

The Count's expression changed abruptly.

The eldest son couldn't contain his anger, stepping forward a pace: "Your Highness, even if we don't mention Mo Wu, the Ge Bin Sai De family raised you for four years! You cannot be ungrateful! Even considering past affection..."

Qing An stepped closer a few paces, speaking each word extremely slowly: "What right do you have again to bring up past affection?"

The two were startled by his sudden change of face, stepping back two paces, never expecting him to have changed so much.

Qing An watched the two's sorry retreat, the corner of his mouth curling into an icy arc: "Those four years, what did you treat me as? You don't keep count? Now that you're at a dead end you remember me—do you think I've forgotten?"

Finally a hint of panic appeared on the Count's face: "Your Highness, the past events were my fault, but back then I also had, also had difficulties; internal family strife forced me as well..."

"Then get out now."

Qing An gave a mocking smile: "This is the last time; if you appear before me again, don't blame me for completely erasing your family from the noble register."

The Count's lips moved for a moment, meeting Qing An's deep-set golden eyes, he swallowed those words back, staggering as he pulled the eldest son backward out the door.

The moment the door closed, Qing An smashed everything he could reach.

Vases, fruit platters, and ornaments crashed to the floor with a clatter, shards flying, documents scattered everywhere.

Exhausted from smashing, Qing An half-crouched amid the wreckage, his gaze unfocused.

Had it not been for that accident, he would have grown up under the protection of his older siblings in M Guo, never knowing that a family like the Ge Bin Sai De even existed in the world.

What right do they have to disturb him? Over and over they remind him—who are they trying to disgust?

If not for Mo Wu, this surname would have ceased to exist over a decade ago.

"……"

The side hall's door was pushed open once again.

Qing An thought it was a servant returning to clean up the mess, not turning his head, his voice still tinged with lingering anger: "I said, no one is to come in."

A familiar voice came from behind him: "It's me."

Qing An's shoulder twitched slightly, he turned around, and saw Mu Xinli standing at the doorway.

The cold, stiff expression on Qing An's face relaxed, and he forced a somewhat reluctant smile, trying to soften his voice: "Ah Xin, how did you come here?"

Mu Xin stepped inside, stepping over the debris on the floor: "I heard they came over; I'm here to check on you—are you alright?"

Qing An lowered his brows, his voice hoarse: "This is my turf; what could happen to me? If anything were to happen, it should be them."

Mu Xin sat down beside him, "Well, later I'll have Song Ze San suppress them."

Qing An met those light-blue eyes, giving a self‑mocking chuckle: "Ah Xin, if permitted, I really wish a single bomb would blow them to pieces."

As for the past events, both Mu Xin and Jun Chenling are aware of them.

Mu Xin took up his angry words: "I can cover your back."

Their eyes met, and Mu Xin added: "I'm being serious."

The emotion flickering in Qing An's eyes rose and fell a few times before he suppressed it: "Forget it, let it be for now—Mo Wu won't let me finish him off."

He would still be better off finding You to vent his frustration.

Mu Xin rose, speaking gently: "If you need anything, just contact me—you're not alone."

Qing An instantly embraced him, burying his face in his shoulder, muffledly bargaining: "Then if I have need, you must help me."