Chapter 133

At the sound of this voice, everyone turned their eyes toward the entrance of the acupuncture clinic. Standing there was a woman with a slender figure and an imposing aura—none other than Mu Xue, the eldest daughter of the Mu family of South China.

"I wondered who it might be; so it was you."

Clearly, Lan Fenghuang and Mu Xue were acquainted. After all, both of their families ranked among the top ten wealthiest in the Great Xia Kingdom, though the two women possessed temperaments that were as different as heaven and earth.

"What are you doing here?" Lan Fenghuang’s willow-leaf brows arched slightly. She shifted her gaze from Yue Linglong to Mu Xue. The moment they met, the air grew thick with hostility; it seemed they had some past grievances.

"What I do is hardly any business of yours, Lan Fenghuang." Mu Xue swept a cold, hostile glance at her.

Compared to Lan Fenghuang’s fiery and unrestrained nature, Mu Xue was far more composed. If Lan Fenghuang was a little chili pepper, Mu Xue was a snow lotus; the contrast was stark.

"Mr. Chu, I didn't have much to bring, but for your new opening, I specially prepared two flower baskets. They are outside the shop door now. I hope you don't mind."

Mu Xue remained as she always was, possessing an uncanny precision in reading people. She had long since guessed that Chu Tianhe chose to open an acupuncture clinic in such a place because he didn't want to draw too much attention, yet she was unwilling to pass up such an opportunity. In other words, as long as there was a chance to connect with Chu Tianhe, Mu Xue would never give it up. Furthermore, she knew that Chu Tianhe was not short on money, and any extravagant gift would be meaningless to him, so she opted for two simple flower baskets as a token of congratulations.

"Oh, my, my!"

Lan Fenghuang, however, was unimpressed. With a face full of mockery, she leaned forward to glance at the baskets by the door and remarked, "My fiancé's new shop is opening, and you, Miss Mu, only brought two flower baskets? Considering your Mu family is one of the top ten wealthiest in the Great Xia Kingdom, isn't that gift a bit pathetic?"

Lan Fenghuang seized the opportunity to taunt Mu Xue mercilessly. Had it been any other time, Mu Xue might not have cared, but this was different. Upon hearing Lan Fenghuang claim that Chu Tianhe was her fiancé, Mu Xue’s expression shifted instantly. "Lan Fenghuang, what did you say? How could Mr. Chu possibly be your fiancé?! Stop joking around!"

Lan Fenghuang was unaware of Chu Tianhe's true identity, but Mu Xue was not. She refused to believe for a second that he was Lan Fenghuang's fiancé. If that were true, the Lan family would have been the wealthiest in the nation long ago; they wouldn't need to scramble to cooperate with the Xu family just to scrub their reputation clean.

"I am not joking; Chu Tianhe is my fiancé!"

Facing Mu Xue’s challenge, Lan Fenghuang stepped up to Chu Tianhe with a serious expression, making a move to hook her arm into his. Regardless of whether he consented, he had killed her fiancé last night, so he had to compensate her with a new one—and she had already decided that the candidate would be Chu Tianhe.

"Miss Lan, please conduct yourself with some dignity. If you take this joke too far, it will cause trouble."

Seeing Lan Fenghuang attempt to grab his arm, Chu Tianhe frowned slightly and sidestepped. That simple, casual movement was enough for Mu Xue to realize that Lan Fenghuang was talking nonsense; Chu Tianhe was absolutely not her fiancé.

"I am not joking. I am being very serious!"