106 Intersection and Parallelism (Eighth Update)

All plans ground to a halt, not because of a single sentence from Mu Qingcheng, but because the Mu family took no further action.

Even Mu Junchi had unexpectedly fallen silent, his earlier fury and stubbornness nowhere in sight. Everything seemed to turn strangely quiet.

Netizens, as always, began their habitual speculation.

“Fifth Miss is about to be driven out of the house.” “You play heaven, earth, and yourself.” “Who does the heavens spare?” “How could a wild chicken turn into a phoenix”… and so on. Such rumors quickly spread across the internet.

The previous hot search for “bullying the weak” had not yet vanished, only to be replaced by another scandal. The plot twist was more dramatic than any soap opera.

The netizens, ever flexible, moved seamlessly from one post to the next after the first warning. With Mu Junchi’s unexpected silence, the entire network erupted into chaos within just a few hours. The atmosphere was thick with filth, impossible to ignore.

Some seized the chance to fan the flames, claiming that Mu Junchi had mysteriously disappeared and had not appeared at the Mu Group all afternoon.

Meanwhile, in the Mu family…

Mu Qingcheng, who had once again fallen into deep sleep, was lifted into the arms of Si Qichen right before everyone’s eyes.

Mu Junchi’s composure shattered instantly. He strode forward and blocked his path.

“Si Qichen, put my sister down!”

Overwhelmed by rage, Mu Junchi’s voice rose uncontrollably, waking the sleeping Mu Qingcheng.

“Hmm? Si Qichen, put me down.”

Drifting in a haze of sleepiness, she realized she was being carried again and struggled to escape. Yet the man’s embrace was so warm and comforting that she found it hard to let go.

Her resistance was merely a casual flick of the hand, lacking any real strength.

Si Qichen curved his lips, deliberately lowering his voice to coax her. “Keep sleeping. I’ve carried you all the way back; these few steps are nothing. Be good and close your eyes.”

“Hmm… yes… that’s right…”

The man’s words seemed to hold some enchantment. Mu Qingcheng’s mind was already hazy, and she failed to notice the hidden meaning in his tone. She merely found his reasoning sound.

Hadn’t they always been carried like this? So, carrying her a little longer… seemed acceptable.

Without any conscious resistance, Mu Qingcheng was easily persuaded. She quietly closed her eyes, then nestled her head deeper into Si Qichen’s chest, adjusting to a more comfortable position before finally settling.

Only when she had fallen completely still did Si Qichen resume his steps, passing around the completely stunned Mu Junchi and heading upstairs.

As their figures gradually disappeared from view, Mu Junchi felt as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp blade.

The following day…

Mu Qingcheng slept so deeply that she missed dinner entirely and continued until the break of dawn. When she finally opened her eyes, the sky was bright. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting golden, mottled patterns across the bed, tinting the quilt with a glaze-like hue.

Just as she awoke, she faintly heard cries from downstairs… intermittent and aggrieved.

“Hah, so soon?”

Mu Qingcheng curled her lips, wrapped herself in a robe, opened the door, and descended. The farther she went down, the clearer the crying became.

Following the sound, she reached the doorway of the Old Master’s room and saw a figure there who was particularly familiar.