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Mumu reached out his hand, awkwardly wiping Lan Baobao's tears. Lan Baobao was touched by Mumu's gesture, and her tears flowed even more quickly.
Mumu looked at Lan Baobao, who was still crying, her brows tightly furrowed and her lips pressed together.
“Mommy, hurry up. Don’t lie to me, what happened?” Mu Mu asked seriously, making Lan Baobao feel very distressed.
“Brother Mu.” Lan Baobao suddenly hugged her son. In Lan Baobao's heart, Mumu was already like an adult, her pillar of support. Whenever she felt wronged, Lan Baobao had long been accustomed to confiding in him.
“Hmm.” Mumu replied simply, just like Ye Zixun would.
Leaning against Mumu, Lan Baobao slowly recounted what had happened that day, including the fact that it was Yan Momo who answered the phone when she called Ye Zixun. Lan Baobao had never hidden from Mumu and Ruo Ruo the things that Pan Xinzi and Yan Momo had done to her. Of course, even if she wanted to hide it, she couldn’t; Mumu and Ruo Ruo were just too smart.
After listening, Mumu pondered for a moment. He suspected that the situation might not be as simple as it seemed and could possibly be one of Yan Momo's tricks. Without a clear conclusion in his heart, he could only coax Lan Baobao to sleep. Once he saw that she had fallen asleep, Mu Mu rubbed his eyes and groggily returned to his own room. Sigh, Mu Mu was also feeling quite distressed. He really hated his so-called biological father right now; he only brought him trouble. Did he even realize that he was still just a five-year-old child?
When Ye Zixun returned home, it was already late at night. The mansion was quiet except for a few security guards on duty. However, Ye Zixun felt strangely warm, experiencing a strong sense of home.
After entering his room, he saw that Lan Baobao was sleeping soundly. A smile involuntarily spread across his face; he suddenly felt that having a wife was truly a wonderful thing. No matter how late he came home, there would always be someone waiting for him in bed. After taking a hot shower in the bathroom, all his fatigue finally disappeared.
Changing into a bathrobe, Ye Zixun pulled back the covers and lay down next to Lan Baobao, carefully observing her smiling face in the dim light. Suddenly, he noticed that her eyes seemed unusually swollen. He leaned closer to take a better look and was immediately shocked. She looked like someone who had been crying; a surge of anger welled up inside him. Which bastard made his wife cry? If he found out who it was, he would make sure that person regretted it. However, what Ye Zixun never expected was that this bastard was actually himself.
Seeing Lan Baobao’s red and swollen eyes made Ye Zixun decide not to sleep anymore. He leaned against the bed and stared at her intently. This was quite unusual for him; after all, it was rare for him to have such a beautiful woman in his arms without making a move. Yet for the sake of his beloved wife, the usually flirtatious Ye Zixun surprisingly made exceptions twice for her—this truly was something remarkable.
The next morning, when Lan Baobao woke up, she saw that Ye Zixun was leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed. Remembering what had happened last night made her anger boil over again. She stretched out her long leg and kicked Ye Zixun, sending him crashing to the floor. After kicking him, she felt a moment of hesitation but quickly recalled the tears she shed last night and went off to wash up without looking back.
Poor Ye Zixun, caught completely off guard by his own wife’s kick, fell hard onto the ground. Realizing what had happened, he shouted angrily, “Who kicked me to the ground?” It was unbelievable; in all his life, no one had ever dared to kick him down like this.
“It was me.” Just then, Lan Baobao, having finished washing up, walked out of the bathroom leisurely with an unhappy expression on her face as she looked at the furious Ye Zixun.
“You? Have you lost your mind? How dare you kick me?” Upon hearing her response, Ye Zixun felt as if the world had turned upside down. He couldn’t have misheard; it was indeed his wife who kicked him down.
“Hmph! I don’t want to talk to you.” With a bad temper early in the morning and no longer caring about Ye Zixun's status, she decided it was time to vent her anger first before heading downstairs for breakfast with an air of confidence.
Ye Zixun stayed alone in the room, feeling extremely depressed as he touched his back. Lan Baobao wondered what was going on; she had felt so sorry for him when she saw her eyes red last night, but now, upon waking up, this situation had unfolded. Ye Zixun felt like he was the most unfortunate husband in the world.
Shaking his head helplessly, Ye Zixun changed his clothes and washed up before slowly heading downstairs for breakfast. When he reached downstairs, he sensed that the atmosphere was very off. His wife Lan Baobao was focused on eating, while their son Mumu looked at him with hostility. Their daughter Ruo Ruo was the best; she smiled sweetly at him. Seeing his precious daughter brightened Ye Zixun's mood, which had been gloomy all night and morning. He patted Ruo Ruo's head and began to eat his breakfast leisurely.
He would find out what had happened sooner or later; for now, the priority was to fill his stomach first. Breakfast passed in this strange atmosphere, and Lan Baobao, watching Ye Zixun act as if nothing was wrong, felt furious but couldn't show it. She thought she must be the most unfortunate person in the twenty-first century; she could almost be called the queen of misfortune.
Since it was the weekend, after breakfast, the family of four sat in the living room. Some watched TV, some played chess, and others read books. If it weren't for Lan Baobao's sudden phone call, Ye Zixun would admit that he quite enjoyed this peaceful environment.
Just as Ye Zixun was engrossed in a captivating part of his book, Lan Baobao's phone began to vibrate continuously. She quickly answered the call, but the name that came out of her mouth made Ye Zixun feel quite uncomfortable.
"Hello, Brother Mu. This is Lan Baobao." Her voice showed no change, as if she were answering a very ordinary call. However, Ye Zixun was taken aback by her tone.
"What do you need?" Lan Baobao looked at the clock on the wall. "I'm free now."
Ye Zixun narrowed his eyes; how could someone from the Mu Family want to meet his wife? It seemed they were really asking for trouble. He slammed his book down on the table, causing both Mumu and Ruo Ruo to look up at him simultaneously. Yet, Lan Baobao continued her phone conversation without a care.
"Okay, okay, I'll come down right away." After ending the call, Lan Baobao started gathering her things to go out.
Feeling that he had to take action or he would be unworthy of the title Cloud Emperor, Ye Zixun had always been a man of action. Seeing that Lan Baobao was about to leave, he grabbed her arm.
"You are not going to see that guy with the surname Mu." Ye Zixun said darkly.
Lan Baobao scoffed dismissively; why could he go sleep with Yan Momo, but she couldn't meet an old friend?
"Why not? Brother Mu is my friend; why shouldn't I go see him?" Her temper flared as she argued back with Ye Zixun.
"I said no means no! Don't forget you are now a member of the Ye Family. How can you be with another man?" Ye Zixun, angered by her defiance, began to lose his composure.
After a long silence, Lan Baobao fixed her gaze on him: "Don't worry; I won't embarrass the Ye Family. At least I haven't slept with another man after getting married. Just based on that alone, I'm doing better than you."
Ye Zixun was completely stunned after hearing Lan Baobao's words. Was she mocking him for going to sleep with another woman? However, ever since they got married, his only woman had been Lan Baobao.
Taking advantage of Ye Zixun's moment of distraction, Lan Baobao broke free from his grasp, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door. It wasn't until the loud sound of the door slamming shut that Ye Zixun snapped back to reality, but by then, Lan Baobao had already gone far away.
Ye Zixun felt puzzled. Why would Lan Baobao say such things out of the blue? Mu Mu, who was playing chess with Ruo Ruo nearby, looked up from the board and coolly said to her confused father, "You have to dare to admit what you've done, Dad. Don't you know that a man should take responsibility for his actions?" After saying that, Mu Mu took Ruo Ruo's hand and returned to their room; it was better not to provoke their father at this time.
After hearing Mu Mu's words, Ye Zixun became even more confused. He thought and thought but couldn't figure out what unforgivable thing he had done.
As Lan Baobao walked downstairs, she spotted Mu Jiangfeng's Lamborghini.
"Brother Mu," Lan Baobao called out to Mu Jiangfeng, pulling his thoughts back from afar. Seeing her made Mu Jiangfeng very happy. However, noticing the expression on her face, his own instantly darkened. Did that guy Ye Zixun treat her poorly?
"Come on, let's go out and have some fun," Mu Jiangfeng said, gathering his thoughts and smiling gently at Lan Baobao.
"Sure! I feel like I haven't had a good time in ages," Lan Baobao replied eagerly. She desperately needed to relieve the frustration building up inside her from yesterday's events.
Mu Jiangfeng looked at Lan Baobao with a doting expression, not asking her about anything. This was his way of making her happy.
"Then let's get going!" Mu Jiangfeng shouted excitedly, full of energy.
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