Chapter 917: I Agree to this Marriage IX

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Nan Xian looked at Mu Ling. It seemed that he was plotting against him.

Diarrhea for a month?

No, it was too light a punishment!

What about poisoning him? The pain of his organs eroding?

That was not enough either. He had only said the wrong things.

What about robbing him of the ability to talk? Turn him mute until he could no longer be so fierce toward Qing'er?

It was still not enough.

Oh, that was right. What about some poisonous ulcers in his mouth?

That seemed to be alright.

Gu Yiyi picked up a teacup and threw it at Mu Ling in a swift movement.

Mu Ling felt its presence before it hit him. He moved to the side and dodged the teacup.

Gu Shi was still sipping his tea quietly while watching his daughter's action. He was smiling happily and he did not have any intention to stop his daughter.

"Manor Master, what is the meaning of that? What does Young Lady Gu want?"

Gu Shi smiled. "Excuse me. My daughter has had the habit of throwing things around since she was young. She was annoyed with you just now and that is why she did not hold back her urges. Young Manor Master Mu, Yiyi is still young. You won't be angry with her, would you?"

Mu Ling's face was twisted with anger. He would not be angry with Gu Yiyi surely. So, he turned to look at Feng Ruqing again.

"Nan Xian is my son. I..."

Another teacup was thrown at him again.

Mu Ling was able to dodge it. However, the teacup accidentally hit Chen Qingyan. She burst into tears because it hurt her.

"Young Lady Gu!"

"Father!" Gu Yiyi twirled around and said to her father, "He scolded me."

Gu Shi broke the teacup in his hand with great force. The smile disappeared from his face. He raised his head expressionlessly.

Mu Ling froze.

Gu Shi was someone who had murdered his previous manor master because of the conflicts between them.

Mu Ling did not dare to infuriate him.

Mu Ling suppressed his anger and turned to look at Feng Ruqing. "Nan Xian is my..."

He turned to look at Gu Yiyi quickly when he said those words. It might be because of the fear of having teacups thrown at him just like what had happened just now.

He found that Gu Yiyi was eating the fruits without paying him any attention. So, he continued talking after breathing a sigh of relief.

"Nan Xian is my son. I don't agree to the marriage between the two of you. I'll never allow you to be a part of the Mu family! Moreover, you have even persuaded Suyi to do what she should never have done!"

Nan Xian looked at Mu Ling calmly. Then, he turned to look at Feng Ruqing. "Can I speak now?"

He sounded so careful that it did not match his coldness and distance.

"Oh, what do you want to talk about?"Feng Ruqing turned her head all of a sudden. She let down her guard and smiled beautifully.

"I'm not a part of the Mu family..."

What Nan Xian had said surprised everyone present. Their facial expressions changed drastically.

Did he say that he was not one of them? Did he not belong to the Mu family?

They had the impression that Nan Xian was always filial toward Mu Ling. Why did he make a sudden claim like that in public?

"Brother Ling." Chen Qingyan realized that Mu Ling was going to fly into a rage again. She suppressed her tears and forced a smile. "Let's forget about it. It's the old master's birthday. Don't cause any more arguments. If Young Lady Feng wants to stay, she could stay. We'll discuss it after the old master's birthday. Is that okay?"

Mu Ling inhaled deeply. He clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were clouded with deep darkness.

That woman had done a great deal. How dare she persuade Suyi and seduce Nan Xian? If Qingyan did not say something favorable on her behalf, surely Mu Ling would never have forgiven her.

"Nan Xian." Feng Ruqing realized that the man next to her had secretly raised his hand. She quickly held his fists. She smiled and said, "You can even tie him up at the entrance of the city when the birthday party is over. Don't forget why we have come today."

Nan Xian put down his hand.

He was again cold and distant just like an angel or gods.

Mu Ling did not realize that he was nearly killed just now. He was safe now. He glared at Feng Ruqing.