What Bad Intentions Could the Heroine Have? [GL] - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“Mom, don’t be so enthusiastic; be careful not to scare Xingyu.”

Xin Yi’an gave Feng Chichun a reproachful look. “You child, isn’t it because you kept hiding and tucking her away? Otherwise, why would I have had to wait this long? Xingyu, come over here and sit.”

Mu Xingyu was pulled along to sit on the sofa. Once seated, she realized that there was actually someone else already sitting there.

The young man smiled at Mu Xingyu and said, “Hello.”

Feng Chichun introduced him to Mu Xingyu: “This is my brother, Feng Xiashen.”

Mu Xingyu immediately greeted him: “Hello, hello.”

Although Feng Xiashen was a man, he carried a gentle aura, and his smile was subtle and restrained. He was the complete opposite type to Feng Chichun; if not for the similarities in their facial features, Mu Xingyu would have found it truly hard to believe they were siblings.

“Xingyu, tell me, how did you meet our Chichun? You have no idea—this child Chichun loves working too much. Her father, Xiashen, and I were all worried she would end up growing old alone.”

Mu Xingyu replied, “Chichun and I met at a banquet. At the time, I accidentally soiled someone’s clothes, and she was the one who helped me out of the situation.”

Hearing this, Xin Yi’an let out a meaningful “Oh.”

Feng Chichun cleared her throat, and Xin Yi’an immediately changed the subject. She said, “I’m especially curious—how did you two get together?”

Mu Xingyu felt that Xin Yi’an had a very youthful mindset; talking to her felt like talking to a friend of the same generation, with very little pressure.

Regarding the matter of getting together, Mu Xingyu naturally couldn’t tell the truth. She glanced at Feng Chichun and began to make it up: “Chichun was the one who pursued me first. She said she liked me, and I happened to have a good impression of her as well, so we got together.”

Xin Yi’an listened with great interest and even started chatting with Mu Xingyu. As they talked, Mu Xingyu let her guard down and mentioned the incident of meeting Murong Huai a few days ago.

At the mention of Murong Huai’s name, Xin Yi’an’s expression became somewhat peculiar.

“That child from the Murong family… he looks decent enough, but his name is just a bit unpleasant to the ear.”

Mu Xingyu couldn’t help but ask, “I heard that Mr. Murong and Chichun once had a verbal engagement.”

After asking this, Mu Xingyu clearly felt her heart beating faster, but she couldn’t help it; she just wanted to ask. Murong Huai and Feng Chichun were originally the female and male leads of the novel. Although Murong Huai’s identity had changed after the author modified the outline, the fact that there was once an engagement was still something one couldn’t ignore.

Xin Yi’an said with disdain, “Thank goodness it was only verbal. If it had actually happened, it would have been a real stroke of bad luck. How could a name like Murong Huai be allowed on our Feng family’s household register?”

Mu Xingyu gradually began to sense something was off. Wasn’t this scene a bit familiar?

At this moment, Feng Chichun added fuel to the fire: “I have no opinion on Murong Huai’s name. It’s fine if he usually tries to best me in business, but trying to steal someone’s girlfriend is just too dishonorable.”

“What?” Xin Yi’an slapped her thigh and stood up, fuming with rage.

Mu Xingyu was startled by this sudden loud voice. Conversely, Feng Chichun and Feng Xiashen seemed to have long grown accustomed to it. Feng Xiashen even calmly poured himself a cup of tea.

Xin Yi’an said angrily, “This Murong Huai is utterly shameless! I looked down on him before, but I didn’t expect him to use such low-class tactics just because he couldn’t enter our Feng family. Look at his big, clumsy appearance—he’s neither gentle nor sweet-talked. He’s aggressive and naturally jealous. Most importantly, he’s a hen that doesn’t lay eggs!”

Mu Xingyu listened with her jaw dropped. Feng Xiashen reminded her warmly, “Mom, he’s a man.”

Xin Yi’an snorted. “Hmph, anyway, I will never let that kind of person enter the Feng family’s door!”

Mu Xingyu slowly closed her mouth. She felt Feng Chichun nudge her arm.

“Have some tea.” Feng Chichun pushed a cup filled with tea toward Mu Xingyu’s hand.

Mu Xingyu said thank you and took the cup.

After drinking a cup of fragrant tea, Mu Xingyu’s head cleared a bit. It turned out her feeling that Xin Yi’an’s words were familiar wasn’t an illusion—because Xin Yi’an had said the exact same words in the original novel!

As expected, if you don’t like someone, even that person’s gender is wrong.

The “Evil Rich Mother-in-Law” might be late, but she never misses her cue.

Mu Xingyu shook her head while sipping tea, feeling lucky she hadn’t stepped on any of Xin Yi’an’s landmines.

Seeing Mu Xingyu’s expression, Feng Chichun thought she was scared. She leaned in and whispered, “Don’t be afraid. You hit all of my mom’s aesthetic preferences. No matter what you do, she will tolerate your flaws.”

Is this the power of being a ‘face-con’? Mu Xingyu admitted defeat.

However, Mu Xingyu soon noticed a problem: Feng Chichun clearly said she was bringing her home to meet her parents. She had met the mother and the brother, but there was no sign of the father.

Mu Xingyu whispered, “Chichun, is your dad not here today?”

Feng Chichun took a slow sip of tea. Only after finishing did she glance in a certain direction. “Over there. He probably got into another argument with my mom and is sulking.”

Following Feng Chichun’s gaze, Mu Xingyu saw the top of a head. The hair was thick and jet-black, identical to Feng Chichun’s. That was likely her father.

“Mom, calm down, let your anger go.” Feng Chichun also handed a cup of tea to Xin Yi’an.

Holding the teacup, Xin Yi’an, who had been fuming, instantly regained her previous elegant and noble demeanor after taking a sip.

“Let’s not talk about Murong Huai anymore. Let’s talk about something else.”

Afterward, Mu Xingyu chatted with Xin Yi’an about some daily topics. Xin Yi’an’s smile was kind, and she showed none of the bitterness from just moments ago.

And just as Feng Chichun said, when Mu Xingyu mentioned she couldn’t cook, Xin Yi’an smiled and waved it off, saying it didn’t matter and they could just hire a chef to cook at home.

Mu Xingyu had reason to believe that if it had been Murong Huai saying he couldn’t cook, he would have definitely been picked apart by Xin Yi’an.

Suddenly, a noise came from behind a curio shelf in the living room. Mu Xingyu subconsciously looked in that direction. She found that the top of the head was gone, replaced by a pair of legs lying horizontally on the floor.

Xin Yi’an’s blood pressure, which had just gone down, rose again. She took a long breath and said, “Since you’ve been there so long, just come out. Do you think people don’t know you’re there?”

A figure vaguely flickered behind the shelf. After a dozen seconds, the man walked out slowly.

It was evident that the man was no longer young, but his features had not yet fully aged. He had a steady and capable aura, and his slightly upturned phoenix eyes were clear and firm, looking eighty percent like Feng Chichun.

Mu Xingyu stood up and said, “Hello, Bo Fu.”

Feng Zhi nodded. “Hello. You must be our A-Chun’s girlfriend, Little Mu. Beautiful as a flower—A-Chun has good taste.”

The moment Feng Zhi spoke, Mu Xingyu was stunned. Sorry, she had been hasty just now; actually, Feng Chichun wasn’t that much like her father.

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