Chapter 663: Chapter 662: The Favoritism and Exclusive Pampering of Mu Chengxi

Mu Chengxu noticed that Wen Xin was looking at Mu Yino with a different feeling in her eyes. She curiously watched Wen Xin and started to ask her a question.

“Wen Xin, do you know that cousin?”

When Wen Xin heard Mu Chengxu’s words, she turned her head towards him and gently shook her head, “I don’t know her, but I know her daughter, she was my classmate in college.”

Wen Xin pointed in the direction of Diwu Qixian with her chin, a faint smile in her eyes. It was quite clear that she was fond of Diwu Qixian.

Following where Wen Xin was pointing, Mu Chengxu saw a charming young girl standing next to Mu Yino, looking very adorable.

“She was your university classmate? I’ve heard that the cousin’s daughter is a little genius in biology, now in the biological department?”

Listening to Mu Chengxu’s words, Wen Xin’s beautiful eyebrows involuntarily wrinkled. If Diwu Qixian was a genius in the biological department, why would she be studying physics?

“Qixian is not in the biological department, she’s in the physics department. She’s in the same class as me, …” Wen Xin replied to Mu Chengxu’s questions, while looking in the direction of Diwu Qixian. She decided to take the opportunity to ask Diwu Qixian why she didn’t choose to study biology.

“Hmm? How could that be? I heard she was specially admitted into Jingda University’s biological department. How could she possibly be in the physics department now?”

As Wen Xin listened to Mu Chengxu’s words, she recalled the time during the autonomous enrollment when Diwu Qixian had also taken the initiative to greet her. Could it be that Diwu Qixian chose the physics major because of her?

If that was the case, did it mean she could bring Diwu Qixian into the biological department? This way, when she went to the Biological Laboratory, she could take her along and essentially have an assistant.

“Miss Wen… young Miss…”

While Wen Xin was pondering Diwu Qixian’s choice of major, Mu Bei came up from the direction of the staircase. He softly addressed Wen Xin and Mu Chengxu from behind.

“What is it?” Mu Chengxu turned away from the crowd and looked towards Mu Bei.

“Master Xi said that there are a lot of guests today, and when you and Miss Mu go over, you should first visit Old Madam’s courtyard and attend the dinner with Old Madam. He might not be able to look after you, and Old Madam Mu might protect Miss Wen… and the young Miss.”

Watching Mu Bei speak, his gaze constantly on Wen Xin, and the way he awkwardly mentioned ‘and the young Miss’, she guessed that the message Mu Bei was passing from Mu Chengxi probably didn’t hold much significance to him.

“Mu Bei, you really can’t lie. Alright, don’t worry about my feelings. I assure you, I can take good care of your Miss Wen. Soon I’ll take her to Old Madam’s courtyard; you can be at ease,” Mu Chengxu said with a soft and helpless smile. She was mocking Mu Chengxi, who really was a fanatic about spoiling his wife. He hadn’t even married Wen Xin yet and was already like this. She could hardly imagine what he would be like after the wedding.

Mu Bei received Mu Chengxu’s response, but not Wen Xin’s. He still stood there, watching Wen Xin intently, waiting for her to respond.

Seeing Mu Bei’s reluctance to leave, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow and smiled gently, “Tell your Master Xi to take good care of himself, he shouldn’t worry about me. I won’t cause trouble.”

With just one glance at Mu Bei, Wen Xin knew what he was thinking; he was just afraid she would impulsively cause trouble at the Mu family’s banquet.

She wasn’t without measure in her actions, so how could she act impulsively under such circumstances?

Having obtained Wen Xin’s assurance, Mu Bei happily agreed and then turned to go downstairs.

Watching Mu Bei’s naively retreating figure, Mu Chengxu looked at Wen Xin and raised his eyebrows, “My brother really cares about you, knowing you are not comfortable with such occasions and still he made it a point to come and remind you beforehand.”

Listening to Mu Chengxu’s words, Wen Xin smiled faintly with a curve of her lips, not denying what Mu Chengxu had said.

If it were up to Wen Xin, she truly did not wish to attend the dinner party, but considering Mu Chengxi and Old Madam Mu, she was willing to endure her impatience and do her best not to cause trouble for Mu Chengxi.

The two people on the observation deck watched as everyone in Old Madam’s courtyard began to head outside; Mu Chengxu stood up from beside the deck railing and gently patted his hand that had become a bit sore from leaning on it.

“Let’s go, let’s head to Grandma’s courtyard and go with Grandma to the banquet hall.”

“Mm,” Wen Xin adjusted her clothes a bit, pulling on her skirt slightly to present an elegant, dignified, and grand appearance that very much enhanced her noble, aloof demeanor.

The evening gown she wore was prepared for her by Mu Chengxi, from the same brand as Mu Chengxi—a brand with which she was not very familiar.

Looking at the light-colored gown on Wen Xin, Mu Chengxu furrowed her brows unconsciously; she always felt that this gown looked familiar.

“Did Chengxi prepare this gown for you? It seems familiar to me somewhere…”

“Of course, Miss has seen it before. It’s this year’s exclusive model from Monica, announced just a week ago. It was said to have been snapped up as soon as it was released, and I didn’t expect Master Xi had made his move.”

Mu Chengxu’s assistant came out from a corner, handed her handbag to Mu Chengxu, and followed behind her as they walked downstairs.

“Now I remember, this Monica gown was indeed bought by Mu Chengxi. It’s said that the royal families and Independent State were very interested in this gown. Honestly, I had also thought about taking a chance on it, but it was off the shelves before I could make a move.”

Wen Xin was somewhat surprised to hear Monica’s name; she hadn’t expected that Monica was Mu Chengxi’s personal designer, noticing all his clothes were from this brand.

“Is that so? I haven’t looked into it particularly.”

Wen Xin, holding the hem of her long gown, carefully descended the stairs in her high heels.

When she reached the last step, Wen Xin, annoyed, flicked her skirt. Had she not lost a bet to Mu Chengxi last night, she would never have worn this gown and high heels—it was truly too troublesome.

Mu Chengxi, walking behind Wen Xin, caught her movements and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Wearing such a long gown is indeed a bit hard on you, but fortunately, your tall figure doesn’t pose too much of an impediment. Just be a bit more careful and you shouldn’t have any problems…”

While speaking, Mu Chengxu’s gaze fell on the globally limited edition shoes on Wen Xin’s feet, and her brow slightly furrowed, “Aren’t those shoes a bit high? Don’t they make you too tired?”