101 Was Never Meant to Be Possible (Chapter Three)

Watching Xu Maoyan’s seamless performance, Mu Qingcheng found herself genuinely convinced that this man was even more slyly manipulative than any woman she had ever encountered.

Utterly shameless.

“How utterly disgusting,” she scoffed inwardly, making no effort to hide her disdain on the surface. With a brisk, unapologetic gesture, she interrupted Xu Maoyan’s monologue and said coldly,

“If you’re looking for a reason… Director Xu, I suppose you’re still holding a grudge over how bluntly I exposed your lack of medical skill.”

Xu Maoyan’s face flushed and paled by turns, Mu Qingcheng’s words striking precisely where it hurt most. He could no longer contain his anger, his brows knitting as he retorted loudly,

“Miss Mu, that’s not what I meant! Please don’t accuse me unjustly!”

“How am I accusing you? Your medical skills are indeed lacking.”

“You—”

Mu Qingcheng shrugged indifferently. Seeing that there was nothing more to be concerned about for the elder, she rose and returned to her own single-seater sofa.

As she spoke, she curled herself once more into the plush cushions. A servant came to drape the blanket over her again, and she smiled, murmuring her thanks.

Across from her, Xu Maoyan broke out in a cold sweat, a deep sense of foreboding rising in his heart. This “Fifth Miss” was clearly not as simple as she appeared; beneath the surface, she was undoubtedly shrewd and formidable.

Left with no other choice, Xu Maoyan forced himself to soften his stance and continued,

“Miss Mu, I’m very sorry for the trouble this incident has caused you. But I truly did not release those surveillance photos.

Regarding the leak, our hospital has been investigating from the moment it happened. I promise to provide an explanation to you and Old Master Mu as soon as possible.”

Mu Qingcheng lowered her head, absently toying with a corner of the blanket as she listened to Xu Maoyan’s explanation, offering no response, not even lifting her head.

A full half-minute passed in silence. Unable to bear the lack of response any longer, Xu Maoyan seemed to steel himself, drawing a deep breath before offering his final concession.

“Of course, if you require, I can call a press conference right now to personally apologize to you, Miss Mu, and clarify the entire incident.”

“Clarify? Apologize?” Mu Qingcheng slowly raised her head, gazing deeply at the man across from her, whose face was the very picture of “sincerity.” She smiled faintly.

“Dr. Xu, are you not simply trying to cement our family’s reputation for throwing its weight around?”

“I… I’m not… Elder Mu, that’s really not what I mean.”

Xu Maoyan looked as if he might burst into tears from the injustice, making Mu Qingcheng feel even more strongly that he was utterly unworthy of his position.

How could the esteemed Xu family of Taihu produce someone like this?

Mu Qingcheng’s cold sneer was unmistakable, her suspicion written plainly on her face.

The old master shook his head, a trace of unspoken disappointment in his expression, his tone still cold as he said,

“Director Xu, to be honest, I called you here today only out of respect for your father.

But some opportunities come only once.”

Old Master Mu was a figure of immense prestige; in the imperial capital, both his status and seniority set him above others.

His sudden change of expression was enough to make anyone’s heart tremble.

Xu Maoyan found himself unable to utter a word in his own defense; the old master’s imposing presence had scattered all his thoughts, leaving nothing behind.

Watching Xu Maoyan’s pitiful appearance, Old Master Mu sighed heavily and continued,

“Our families have known each other for many years, but in the end, my granddaughter matters more.”

“I…”

Xu Maoyan could not get a single word out.

No sooner had the old master finished speaking than Mu Qingcheng followed up,

“Director Xu, do you know what a Möbius strip is?”

Xu Maoyan: “…”