Chapter 965: Father and Son Battle

Wei Jin’s room was as elegant and quiet as her. However, it was also extremely cold. There were a few stacks of books on the table. Other than that, there was nothing else.

Wei Jin took off Mu Feng’s clothes and walked to the bathroom to wash the makeup that had been washed away by her tears. She tidied her appearance and returned to the calm and composed Miss Wei before walking out.

There was a heater in the house, and Mu Feng’s frozen limbs slowly warmed up. His hair, which had a thin layer of ice, also began to become moist and stuck to his temples.

At that moment, Mu Feng was almost awake. Thinking of Wei Jin, who had cried so sadly just now, Mu Feng was annoyed and stood rooted to the ground.

When Wei Jin came out, she saw Mu Feng standing in the living room in a sorry state, not daring to move. He was pitiful and funny. The corners of Wei Jin’s lips twitched imperceptibly.

“I’m sorry, hit me.” Seeing Wei Jin come out, Mu Feng looked at her carefully. When he glanced at her swollen lips, Mu Feng’s eyes darkened.

Wei Jin did not speak. She walked to the table and brewed a cup of tea for Mu Feng. She placed it by the table and sat quietly on the sofa.

Mu Feng trembled from the cold, but he only dared to look at the steaming tea and not go forward.

After some time, Wei Jin finally looked up at Mu Feng. “Come and drink.”

Only then did Mu Feng carefully lean over and take small sips of tea. “I’m really sorry. I drank too much.”

“It’s okay.” Wei Jin’s expression was calm, as if she was not the one who had just broken down and cried. “It’s late. Mr. Mu, if you’re warm, go back early.”

Mu Feng frowned. It was fine if Wei Jin hit and scolded him, but he could not stand Wei Jin acting as if nothing had happened. It was as if he was just an unimportant person.

Mu Feng was about to speak when Wei Jin stood up. “I’m going to rest. I still have to eat with my boyfriend tomorrow. Mr. Mu, go back early. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”

“What boyfriend?” Wei Jin’s words stabbed into Mu Feng’s heart like a knife that had been quenched in an ice pool.

“CEO Jiang is my boyfriend.” Wei Jin looked straight at Mu Feng. Her beautiful eyes were even colder than the cold outside.

“You.” Mu Feng stood up, his silver hair devilish under the light. “Don’t you like me at all?”

“CEO Jiang is young and promising, mature and steady. I like that kind of man.” Wei Jin stabbed the knife deeper. She did not want to give Mu Feng hope.

The cold wind outside the door seemed to have poured in. Mu Feng’s tall figure swayed. “Okay, I understand.”

With that, Mu Feng turned around and left decisively. He walked to the door in a few steps, then gently closed the door and disappeared from Wei Jin’s sight.

In the room, Wei Jin stood on the spot for a long time. Finally, she moved and reached for the cup Mu Feng had drunk from. Only then did she realize that there was blood on her palm.

She could not tell if Jiang Kui had pinched her or she had pinched herself.

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In the manor, the lights were bright. A fire was burning in the fireplace, isolating the cold from the window.

Xia Wanyuan tidied up the script in her hand. Behind her, Jun Shiling was massaging her shoulders.

“Bo Xiao is finally back. Can you call them over for a meal on the fifteenth of the month?” After organizing the last thesis, Xia Wanyuan turned around.

“Mm.” Jun Shiling nodded, and the hand on Xia Wanyuan’s shoulder slipped unconsciously.

“What are you doing?” Sensing Jun Shiling’s small actions, Xia Wanyuan hit his hand angrily.

Jun Shiling clicked his tongue. “I’ve massaged you for so long. Can’t you give me some labor fees?”

A smile flashed across Xia Wanyuan’s eyes. She suddenly stood up and ran to the drawer at the side. She took out a coin and handed it to Jun Shiling. “Here, you’ve worked hard.”

Jun Shiling took the coin and suddenly grabbed Xia Wanyuan’s wrist. However, the current Xia Wanyuan knew him too well. She nimbly took a step back and quickly ran to the door. “I’ll sleep with Xiao Bao tonight. Goodnight.”

Looking at the empty room, Jun Shiling smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had indeed tortured her too much last night.

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Xiao Bao was hiding under the blanket and playing with the little doll when the door was suddenly pushed open. Seeing Xia Wanyuan, Xiao Bao’s eyes lit up. “Mommy!”

“I’ll sleep with you tonight. Are you happy?” Xia Wanyuan walked forward and crawled into the blanket that was filled with the fragrance of milk.

“Happy ~” Xiao Bao leaned over softly and was about to share his doll with Xia Wanyuan when the door opened again.

Jun Shiling walked in. “I’ll sleep with you tonight.”

Xiao Bao had a bitter expression as he secretly stuffed the doll back into the blanket.

Boohoo, can I chase Daddy away??

The truth was, he couldn’t.

Xiao Bao’s children’s bed was more than enough for him to sleep on his own. After stuffing three people in, it seemed a little crowded. Xiao Bao felt that it was too crowded and tossed and turned on the bed.

Not long after, Jun Shiling’s foot touched something cold. Jun Shiling frowned and lifted the blanket. A cartoon doll was under his feet.

Jun Shiling picked it up with a dark expression. Xiao Bao, who had been tossing and turning just now, fell asleep in a second. He was as obedient as the golden boy in the painting.

Xia Wanyuan smiled and hooked her finger at Jun Shiling. Jun Shiling lowered his head, and Xia Wanyuan pecked him on the cheek and whispered, “Xiao Bao is asleep. Let’s sleep too.”

Looking at Xiao Bao, whose eyes were closed but still rolling, Jun Shiling snorted softly and did not say anything else.

A good night’s sleep.

The holidays were already over. Beijing, which had quietened down during the New Year, regained its traffic.

At the same time, good news came from China.

Xia Wanyuan’s design successfully passed the preliminary round of the international design competition and obtained the tickets to the finals.

The International Design Competition was a heavyweight competition recognized by the fashion world and received the attention of the world. Over the years, many designers in China had been nominated for this competition, but most of them returned empty-handed.

The best result was the Gold Award that the famous Chinese designer, Zou Man, had won three years ago. It had once shocked China.

This time, Xia Wanyuan was successfully selected. Everyone could not help but compare Xia Wanyuan to Zou Man, guessing how far Xia Wanyuan could go.