Xin Yu looked at President Zhang with difficulty. He wanted her to find a way to see Mu Yi'ai?
This was harder than climbing a mountain.
Fortunately, Liu Shuihan helped out of the predicament, quickly getting President Zhang out of the room and saying he would think of a way.
Xin Yu was grateful. Sometimes she couldn't explain why Liu Shuihan's kindness and warmth came about, and she couldn't help but think of those two dreams.
"Ayu..." Cheng Yuan called out hesitantly. Anyone could see Liu Shuihan's attitude towards Xin Yu. "Ayu, you took me home yesterday? You helped me change my clothes?"
Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and turned to look at Liu Hen. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly scratched her head. "I... I don't remember."
The three of them chatted for a while longer, and only parted ways after all said they were alright.
However, Xin Yu was still thinking about President Zhang's suggestion—to see Mu Yi'ai.
She wanted to see her, especially after Qiu Zhi's serious warning. Xin Yu wanted to try; perhaps seeing her would trigger something in Mu Yi'ai and remind her of something?
She took out her phone and dialed. Before she could speak, Mu Yi'ai's languid voice came from the other end, "Xin Yu?"
A nerve in her temple throbbed. "You...you remember me?"
"No, but your voice sounds like a little lamb."
...A little lamb!
Is this really amnesia?
Why does her tone and manner of speaking sound exactly the same as before?
"Little lamb, what do you want? Let's meet!"
Xin Yu stared wide-eyed at the phone screen, unsure how to react.
Everyone told her the world had changed, that Mu Yi'ai had amnesia, but why did she feel like everything was still at the beginning?
"Speak!" Mu Yi'ai yelled from the other end.
"Can you?" Xin Yu quickly replied, imagining Mu Yi'ai's cat-like eyes rolling, filled with arrogance and sexiness.
"Why not!"
It really was Mu Yi'ai!
"You...you called me—" Could it be that she wanted to know about what happened that day?
"I'm so bored staying at home all the time."
"..." Xin Yu blinked, her lips twitching. Oh, I see.
They arranged to meet at the Imperial View Pavilion at noon. This was a decision Xin Yu had made after some thought; it held shared memories for them.
After hanging up, Xin Yu considered whether to inform Mu Yichuan. After much hesitation, she muttered to herself, "Maybe I shouldn't? Meeting for a little while won't hurt Mu Yi'ai. Besides, she needs a little freedom!"
Thinking this, she tapped her head. Why was she so concerned about him?
This wasn't a good sign.
"You are the only one in my life, we promised never to be apart..." Xin Yu was startled by the unexpected ringtone. Had she not set it up? "Ah! Mu Yichuan!"
"What are you doing?" he asked in a deep voice, "Are you plotting something?"
Plotting?
It seems so, but I can't say…
"W-How could that be?" Xin Yu almost bit her tongue. "Mr. Jiu, is something wrong?"
Mu Yichuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was fine; he just wanted to hear her voice during a break in the meeting. But she was as if she was afraid of him clinging to her.
"Have you noticed that when you're being naughty, you call me 'Mr. Jiu'?"
"How could that be?" Xin Yu widened her eyes, covered her mouth, and mumbled in protest, "I'm just expressing my respect."
Respect?
"Are you planning to treat me with the utmost respect?"
"Sometimes you're like an ice cube," Xin Yu stammered, mustering her courage.
Mu Yichuan snorted lightly, "What are you muttering about? Speak louder."
He's like an ice cube?!
Shouldn't she be allowed to compare? Xin Yu didn't dare to do that. It was already a huge surprise that Mu Yichuan hadn't pursued the matter yesterday!
"Shall we have lunch together?"
"I...I have class!" Xin Yu quickly refused. "How about tonight? I can cook for you."
"Noodles for me?" That's not bad. It's been a long time since she's tasted her delicious food!
Mu Yichuan hung up the phone and immediately beckoned Mu Feng over. "Invite Liu Shuihan to lunch."
Mu Feng tried his best to keep his eyes straight ahead, nodding repeatedly, but inwardly he was shaking his head. Good heavens, is this still his Ninth Master? How can he be so stingy!
Xin Yu naturally didn't know about Mu Yichuan's situation, and she hadn't even considered inviting Liu Shuihan.
She arrived at Emperor's View Pavilion 888 without a moment's delay, but unexpectedly, Mu Yi'ai was already there, and with a...maid?
Xin Yu politely nodded to the pretty young girl, but the girl just pursed her lips and rolled her eyes upwards.
"You can get out." Mu Yi'ai was still the same as before, with chestnut-brown wavy hair, fiery red lips, and a cigarette dangling from her hand. She yelled at the person beside her.
"Eighth Miss, Old Master Mu instructed me to be at your service at any time." The young girl was quite respectful to her.
"Service?! Hmph! Don't think I don't know you're watching me, keeping an eye on me." Mu Yi'ai's slender fingers tapped the table, like a balloon about to burst.
"Your girls are all quite arrogant." Xin Yu glanced at the pouting girl who had left, then turned back to stand where she was, scrutinizing Mu Yi'ai. Apparently, amnesia doesn't necessarily change one's personality.
"There are plenty of sparrows who want to become phoenixes." Mu Yi'ai put her foot on another chair, her cat-like eyes fixed on Xin Yu. "Overestimating yourself."
"Do you remember me?" She cut to the chase, not wanting to discuss unimportant people.
Mu Yi'ai raised an eyebrow, arrogantly stood up, and circled Xin Yu twice. "You!"
She pointed at Xin Yu, her tone sharpening. "Which side are you on?"
Xin Yu chuckled. "Which sides?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yi'ai fell silent, leaning lazily against the table. After a long while, she said, "What happened between Nan Yu and me before? Why can't I see him? And why did he enlist?"
Xin Yu frowned. "You... still remember Nan Yu?"
What kind of amnesia is this? Is Mu Yichuan lying to her?
"Why wouldn't I remember? We grew up together!"
Childhood sweethearts?
Xin Yu was stunned by this realization. She had never known this before.
"Who exactly are you?" Mu Yi'ai completely lost her patience. "You seem to know nothing!"
"Ahem." That was indeed true, but could she reveal everything she knew? Thinking for a moment, Xin Yu recounted the events of that night in Beishi, "You were going upstairs to save Nan Yu that day, but somehow you fell and hit your head. And it seems you and Nan Yu had a conflict."
Pretty deep…
"So you saved me?" Mu Yi'ai looked incredulous. "You don't look very strong."
"Mu Yichuan saved you."
"Oh—" she drew out her words, her cat-like eyes gleaming, "So you're on my brother's side."
Her brother?
She used that word?
Does that mean she's forgotten her grudge against Mu Yichuan?!
"Tell the truth—" Before Xin Yu could finish speaking, Mu Yi'ai's fists and feet came flying!
Damn it!
What kind of madness is this! She dodged left and right, yelling, "Stop!"
Xin Yu had already opened the door and hid outside, but that she-devil Mu Yi'ai was still fiercely kicking her leg…
"Ayu?"
Xin Yu shuddered and looked into the distance, instantly losing her composure. Not only was Liu Shuihan there, but Mu Yichuan was there too!
More importantly, her mentor was also in the crowd!
"H-Mentor, hello!" Xin Yu stammered, bowing in greeting.
"What are you doing here, you little brat!" Donghua beckoned to her. "Let me introduce you."
Oh my god!
"Hello, leader! Hello, President Liu! Hello, President Mu… President Mu… President Mu!"
Xin Yu politely greeted each person in the order her mentor introduced them.
But when she mentioned Mu Yichuan, she glanced at him, her eyes pleading.
"Heh." He forced out a cold word from his throat.
Xin Yu's heart skipped a beat. She knew he was being petty again. With so many people around, did he expect her to call him "husband"?! "Professor Dong, she's your last disciple?"
"Yes!" Donghua, without a hint of unease, said with a mixture of favoritism and pride, "President Mu, don't let her young age fool you. She's incredibly smart and has a remarkable tenacity. I spotted her at first sight when I visited Nanshi the other day."
Mu Feng's eyes widened. His Ninth Master had also taken a liking to her!
"Then, for Professor Dong's sake, I'll take the part-time professorship."
...!
Xin Yu's eyes widened. Part-time professorship?!
Could it be that a group of school leaders came to invite him?
That's quite a show of influence!
But, does he even have the time?!
Mu Feng also pursed his lips. His Ninth Master had really changed. He was even going after Professor Dong!
Clearly, he was after his wife!
"Are you doubting my abilities?" Mu Yichuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
Xin Yu froze, quickly waving her hands, "How...how could I!"
With the influence of the Mu Group, no one would dare doubt Mu Yichuan! "What's wrong with suspecting you?" a cold, mocking voice rang out.
Everyone turned to look at the door of VIP room 888. Xin Yu felt like crying!
She had completely forgotten about Mu Yi'ai!
She had to stop her, even if she couldn't!
"Professor Dong," Mu Yichuan said, ignoring Mu Yi'ai, his calm voice like a mountain, "I like your last disciple!"
God!
What was he saying?! Like her?!
Couldn't he have some shame?!
"Let her be my academic assistant," the voice said unequivocally.
Xin Yu was completely stunned, only able to listen to her advisor's happy agreement.
"Mu Feng!" he said in a low voice. Mu Feng had already led the school leaders into the adjacent VIP room.
And Mu Yichuan strode towards her and Mu Yi'ai. "Why are you with her?!"
Such a cold voice! "I..." Xin Yu stammered, then decided to tell the truth, "I made an appointment with her to ask about the investment."
"President Xin? Hmm?" Mu Yichuan's words sounded like they were being forced through gritted teeth.
"No, I just want to find a..." place for your money.
"Mu Yichuan, your favorite isn't very good!" Mu Yi'ai interrupted them, arms crossed, a defiant look on her face, "Not as good as Qiu Feng, you might as well give her to me as a maid."
Xin Yu quickly frowned. Not as good as Qiu Feng?!
That person who's already gone to heaven, whom Mu Yichuan called a complete fabrication?!
"You didn't say that before." Xin Yu clenched her fist, her dark eyes fixed on Mu Yi'ai, a glint of light in them.
"Before?" Mu Yi'ai paused, murmuring, as if those words had stirred up a deep sense of loss within her.
Mu Yichuan reached out and pulled Xin Yu closer. Had they ever compared Qiu Feng? "Xin Yu." Her mentor's voice rang out from behind her, and she jumped away from Mu Yichuan's embrace.