Chapter 783: 782

The Old Fox Wen had already planned Wen Xin’s future life. He didn’t allow anyone to defy his commands, and those who disobeyed faced a dead end.

But Wen Xin could not die; he needed her identity. Only with Wen Xin’s identity intact, could he ensure the Wen family stood above everyone else.

Wen Yunuo watched Old Master Wen’s greedy expression and slowly a smile crept onto his face. He felt he was getting closer to his goal and he liked that feeling.

Wen Xin stirred awake in bed, turning over to look for Mu Chengxi’s figure, but his spot had already lost its warmth. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, reached out for her phone, and wanted to see what time it was…

After finding her phone, Wen Xin turned it on, squinting against the bright light. She saw several messages pop up…

Checking the time, she saw it was just past three in the morning. Wen Xin turned over in bed, rested on her stomach, and opened the messages on her phone, all from Xiao Mi.

“Miss Wen, I’ve set up my phone. This is my number…”

“Miss Wen, I’ve also set up my bank card. Here’s my card number…”

“Miss Wen, I really do have money. I haven’t used your card. I know you might be upset, but you’ve already done so much by bringing me back to Beijing and giving me a new identity. I just want to say thank you, and I’m really grateful.”

Wen Xin looked at the messages on her phone but made no reply, simply tossing the phone aside with a faint smile.

“All that was originally yours, it’s just a pity… that my inability caused you to suffer out there…”

After lying in bed for a while, Wen Xin walked barefoot into the walk-in closet, picked out a set of pajamas to put on, and then headed outside.

She was not looking for Mu Chengxi, but because she was hungry and wanted to find something tasty; from now on, she had to take good care of herself.

There would be a lot of things to deal with in the future, and she needed to be in good health. She couldn’t afford to be in bad shape after everything was taken care of.

After handling all matters, she wanted to be with Mu Chengxi properly.

Wen Xin was busy in the kitchen for a while and soon, two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles appeared on the dining table. Wen Xin looked contentedly at her creation; although it had been a long time since she had personally cooked, it seemed her skills hadn’t diminished!

Perhaps Mu Chengxi had smelled the aroma or heard the noise outside, as he happened to come out from the study just then.

Seeing Mu Chengxi, Wen Xin gave him a tender smile, “Come over, I’m hungry. I made tomato and egg noodles. There’s a portion for you too.”

Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin standing in the dining room. The light behind her enveloped her figure as if a pale yellow glow lingered around her, softening Mu Chengxi’s normally cold eyes instantly.

He strode into the kitchen, walked over to Wen Xin, wrapped his arms around her, and gently kissed her lightly smiling lips…

His kiss was so gentle, as if wishing to melt her…

After the kiss ended, Wen Xin gave Mu Chengxi a light pinch at his waist. Seizing the moment Mu Chengxi winced in pain, she gently pushed him away.

“I’m hungry; I want to eat. Come sit down and have some too. It should taste pretty good.” Wen Xin pulled Mu Chengxi to sit at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and handed them to Mu Chengxi.

Mu Chengxi took a bite of the noodles, his expression somewhat surprised. It was his first time eating something made by Wen Xin. He remembered that when he first met Wen Xin, she didn’t even know how to use a gas stove…

Mu Chengxi watched Wen Xin, who was eating with a satisfied look on her face, and his gentle eyes slightly narrowed. “I remember you didn’t know how to cook before when did you learn?”

After taking a bite of noodles, Wen Xin turned her head to look at Mu Chengxi, who was staring at her, and she smiled lightly.

“I just didn’t know how to use your gas stove, it’s not that I can’t cook. Besides, after being with you, I’ve become someone who doesn’t need to take care of her own life, so why cook?”

After she finished speaking, Wen Xin lowered her head to continue eating her noodles. The displeasure previously on her face was gone; now her eyes and brows were tinged with a smile, making Mu Chengxi want to kiss her.

But Mu Chengxi did not do that; he thought that letting Wen Xin have a full meal was much more important than a kiss.

Early the next day, Qian Meng appeared downstairs at Mu Chengxi’s apartment. Mu Bei, who had returned from buying breakfast, was not too surprised to see Qian Meng’s figure; he took the initiative to go up and greet Qian Meng.

“Young Master Qian, you’ve come quite early. Master Xi and Miss Wen are already up, please come with me.”

Qian Meng was a bit surprised that Mu Bei was being so polite to him. He nodded slightly and then followed Mu Bei upstairs.

Mu Bei led Qian Meng into Mu Chengxi’s home but did not see Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi. He suddenly realized his approach might have been inappropriate. If Wen Xin came out of the room unprepared, wouldn’t it be a bit awkward?

As Mu Bei hesitated, Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi came out of the study. Wen Xin was dressed very simply today, in dark blue jeans paired with a white shirt, looking composed and dignified.

The dark blue jeans tightly wrapped around Wen Xin’s long legs, perfectly showcasing her figure.

The white shirt was the highlight, adding a touch of sexiness to Wen Xin’s originally delicate face.

“Cough.”

Mu Bei noticed that Qian Meng was a bit distracted looking at Wen Xin, so he coughed loudly to remind Qian Meng of his lapse.

Embarrassed by Mu Bei’s cough, Qian Meng quickly regained his composure and lowered his head to hide his awkwardness.

“Master Xi, Miss Wen, I ran into Young Master Qian downstairs and brought him up…” Mu Bei looked at Mu Chengxi’s expression, unable to tell if Mu Chengxi was a bit angry. He hurried to explain, hoping for an opportunity to be forgiven.

“Well, it’s okay. Young Master Qian, have you had breakfast yet? Why don’t you join us for breakfast before we set off?”

Mu Chengxi had seen all of Qian Meng’s momentary lapse, and he looked indifferently at the woman by his side, who was carelessly looking at her phone. He understood how today’s attire could affect a normal man.

Although displeased, he had no intention of blaming anyone. If he had to blame someone, it would only be that his own woman was too beautiful.

With Mu Chengxi’s invitation, Qian Meng forgot all his previous embarrassment, stood up without hesitation, and followed Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin into the dining room.

Wen Xin looked at Qian Meng, who was sitting across from her, put down her phone, and raised her eyebrows slightly, “Young Master Qian, why did you come so early? Surely you didn’t come specifically to have breakfast at my house, did you?”