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Chapter 148 Interrogation in the Bathroom

Chapter 148: Chapter 148 Interrogation in the Bathroom

"Mom!" Song Muyu called out when she saw her mother.

It was the first time she had spoken since Song Xun had entered the room.

But it wasn’t to talk to Song Xun.

Mrs. Song looked at her, then at Song Xun, both apparently neatly dressed.

Song Xun stood in the room with hands on hips, looking like he was about to deliver a lecture, and his complexion was very poor, his brows tightly furrowed, clearly extremely annoyed.

She looked at Song Xun and asked, "Song Xun, what are you doing here at your sister’s place so late?"

"Just talking to her about something," Song Xun replied.

"Is that so?" Mrs. Song turned towards Song Muyu, her face full of worry.

"I have nothing to say. I want to go to sleep now, Mom." Song Muyu had just escaped her troubles and was exhausted both physically and mentally, but Song Xun insisted on questioning her here.

She was stubborn too, not saying a word.

"Your sister wants to sleep now, what are you still doing here?" Mrs. Song said. "It’s the middle of the night. It’s not good for a grown man to be like this."

Song Xun replied, "Muyu is also a night owl, she doesn’t sleep so early."

"Can’t you see her face is in pain?" Mrs. Song, seeing her daughter’s fair face so badly hurt, was also deeply distressed. "You’re in the mood to chat with her, but she’s in too much pain to be in the mood to talk to you."

Song Xun was taken aback, his gaze inadvertently falling on Song Muyu’s face, which was red and swollen, the palm mark clearly visible as if it were branded on her skin.

His gaze tightened involuntarily.

Mrs. Song couldn’t help but nag again, "You’re about to get engaged to the Shen Family, and you’re acting with such recklessness, not gentle at all. How can you treat a girl like this?"

At the mention of the engagement, Song Muyu felt a sting in her heart, a dull pain that made her even more alert.

Yes, Song Xun was about to get engaged to the Shen Family.

Song Xun was also startled; hearing these words from his mother’s mouth, his first reaction was to look at Song Muyu.

Her face was red and swollen, showing no discernible emotion, but her downcast eyes were clearly so forlorn.

Song Xun’s heart tightened too, though his expression remained impassive.

He just spoke faintly, "How have I treated the girl?"

"Look at the fierce way you’ve treated your sister; that shows you don’t know how to please a girl," Mrs. Song said. "You, you would drive away even the best of girls with your temper."

Song Xun: "...."

Song Muyu lowered her gaze, not joining the conversation.

Mrs. Song spoke again, "I’ve heard the Shen Family’s girl is very broad-minded. Hopefully, she will tolerate your temper."

Song Muyu listened quietly.

"Muyu, your brother is getting engaged to the Shen Family, and you’ll have a sister-in-law who will help you deal with your brother," said Mrs. Song, reaching out to take Song Muyu’s hand.

Song Muyu was as motionless as a puppet, letting Mrs. Song take her hand.

She forced a smile on her lips, trying to appear calm and unruffled, and still had to speak, "Mom, I don’t need my sister-in-law to deal with my brother for me. He hasn’t done anything to me, don’t worry. I’m sure my brother and Miss Shen will be a match made in heaven, full of love for each other."

Song Xun’s pupils tightened repeatedly, and he stared hard at Song Muyu, his gaze freezing.

She did not return his look, just smiling slightly.

Her red and swollen face looked even more interesting at this moment, but whose eyes did it clearly pain?

Mrs. Song nodded and sighed, "Our Muyu is understanding. Song Xun, did you hear that? You’d better thoroughly investigate what your sister has gone through today, and this kind of thing must not happen again."

Song Xun remained silent.

"Do you hear me?" Mrs. Song insisted.

Song Xun had no choice but to say, "I will naturally look into this matter thoroughly, Mom, don’t worry."

"Good, you better reassure me. It’s late, go back to your room and rest. From now on, you cannot simply appear in your sister’s room at night, especially with the door closed!" Mrs. Song warned her son very seriously and sternly.

Seeing his mother so serious, Song Xun nodded. "Understood."

He left.

Song Muyu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief; she clenched her teeth and kept silent all evening, just to show Song Xun her stance.

She was definitely not the kind of brainless girl who could be easily led by the nose.

She, too, had her own attitude.

As Song Xun was leaving, he turned back to look at Song Muyu. The depth in his gaze startled her.

She always felt that tonight would not be easy.

He would surely come again—Song Xun never stopped until he achieved his goal.

As soon as her son left the room, Mrs. Song turned to Song Muyu and said, "Muyu, tell me, did your brother bully you?"

Song Muyu was startled. "Mom, why would you think that?"

"Just now downstairs, I heard him speak, and you were almost driven to death by anger," Mrs. Song said. "If it weren’t for the presence of your friend and his friends, I would have given him a good scolding today."

"Mom, it’s fine; my brother has always been quite authoritative in my presence," Song Muyu said, not wanting to tattle at all. Those incidents, she was determined to keep them to herself forever.

Thinking that she had still ended up taking that step with Song Xun, sleeping together, made her feel deeply ashamed of the Song Family’s upbringing.

And deeply ashamed of Mrs. Song’s kindness in raising her.

"If you scolded him, it would make him lose face—after all, men care a lot about their pride," Song Muyu forced a smile and continued, "Besides, he’s about to get engaged to Miss Shen, and once my sister-in-law is here, my brother will need even more face. I don’t want others to say I’m ignorant."

Hearing her daughter say so much, Mrs. Song still felt the atmosphere was strangely odd, as if her daughter was deliberately speaking so much.

She couldn’t help but give Song Muyu another look.

"Muyu, tell me, did your brother really not bully you?"

"No," Song Muyu blurted out almost instinctively. "Why are you asking all this? How could my brother bully me?"

Only then did Mrs. Song nod. "He’s tough on the outside but tender on the inside—he probably said those unpleasant words because he cares about you."

"I know."

"Go to sleep," Mrs. Song hugged her and then left.

Song Muyu locked the door behind her, ready to take a shower.

But as soon as she had taken off her clothes and stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash over her, the bathroom door was pushed open by Song Xun.

Standing under the shower, the warm water soaking her body, the misty air before her eyes, and yet his handsome face was so vividly clear.

He stood at the door, gazing at her intently, the sense of intrusion in his eyes so palpable.

Song Muyu instinctively covered herself with both hands, her face blushing as she awkwardly called out in a low voice, "Song Xun, what are you doing?"

She had barely left, and he was already here.

He was clearly doing this on purpose.

Song Xun snorted coldly and said, "Tell me, who exactly saved you?"

"What business is it of yours?"

In this situation, Song Muyu couldn’t help feeling awkward; after all, she was taking a shower, and he was brazenly watching—anyone would be intolerable.

"Is it Ruirui?" Song Xun said in a deep voice: "Who is she, really?"