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Chapter 285 Don’t Touch Her

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Don’t Touch Her

Song Family villa rooftop sunroom.

Song Muyu had just brought Jiang Jinfeng upstairs when Song Xun and Shen Shuyi returned.

Watching Song Xun’s car enter the yard, Song Muyu glanced at it, her expression faltering for a moment before quickly withdrawing her gaze.

Jiang Jinfeng caught her fleeting expression and spoke up, "In the future, come to Liancheng less often!"

Song Muyu nodded. "Of course, after I leave this time, I’ll come back less often."

"If you ask me, you shouldn’t have come today," Jiang Jinfeng returned to the topic.

"Actually, I came to pick up a few things," Song Muyu planned not to return for a long time and to take some miscellaneous items with her.

"Song Xun is watching us!" said Jiang Jinfeng while keeping an eye on the situation downstairs at all times.

Song Xun got out of the car and looked directly toward the rooftop.

From the moment he entered the villa complex, he had already noticed the two figures on the rooftop.

As soon as Song Xun stepped out of the car, his eyes lifted to the direction of the rooftop.

Song Muyu stood in front of Jiang Jinfeng, her distant side profile looking very graceful.

And Jiang Jinfeng, tall and a stylist, was naturally dressed fashionably.

From a distance, the two standing together seemed quite well-matched.

After Shen Shuyi got out of the car and saw Song Xun look toward the rooftop, she also glanced up.

At that look, a flicker of worry crossed her eyes.

After a slight pause, Shen Shuyi smiled and said, "Muyu and Mr. Jiang look really good together. Perhaps auntie called us back to keep an eye on Muyu, right?"

Song Xun’s face darkened, and he glanced sideways at the woman next to him, speaking icily, "Does an adult need us to keep an eye on her?"

Shen Shuyi, not angered by his retort, stood next to Song Xun and sweetly giggled, "Perhaps that’s what auntie means. However, I see that Muyu is very decisive and knows what she wants. We don’t need to worry, and neither should you. You’re too concerned about her, big brother’s sister complex is quite heavy!"

"Is that so?" Song Xun spoke coldly, "A sister complex?"

"Yes, I understand how you feel," Shen Shuyi looked at him again and continued, "Many elder brothers feel this way, having a sister complex."

Song Xun’s face was somber, and his gaze remained on the two figures on the rooftop.

"You don’t understand!" Song Xun’s icy tone made Shen Shuyi pause.

"Song Xun!" Shen Shuyi softly said, "Mr. Jiang and Miss Song share a great understanding. Even if you don’t like Mr. Jiang, don’t be like this, Muyu will feel very awkward."

"My affairs are none of your business," Song Xun said coldly and then turned his gaze away, walking directly inside.

Shen Shuyi’s face changed, watching his tall figure enter the house, leaving her outside. She pursed her lips and followed him in.

Upon entering, Song Xun didn’t see Mrs. Song and slightly knitted his brow, asking the butler, "Where’s my mom?"

"The lady just went upstairs, she will be down shortly!" the butler said.

Song Xun slightly nodded.

At that moment, Shen Shuyi entered.

Song Xun told her, "Wait for me downstairs."

Shen Shuyi was taken aback but nodded.

The butler quickly came out to make peace, "Miss Shen, please have a seat, I’ll bring you some tea right away!"

"Okay," Shen Shuyi was very well-behaved and sat down on the sofa.

Song Xun went straight upstairs, leaving her on the lower floor.

Shen Shuyi didn’t dare follow upstairs.

Song Xun reached the top floor and saw that Song Muyu’s room door was open, so he walked over.

There he saw Mrs. Song standing by Muyu’s bed, holding a stack of photographs, her whole body shaking.

Song Xun walked in, and when his eyes caught the photographs, he paused in surprise.

The photos were of him and Muyu kissing in Xinyang.

And the poses and the degree of intimacy were quite explicit.

He held Song Muyu tightly in his embrace, the picture of their kiss of desperation captured so beautifully.

At a glance, it would make anyone blush, instinctively believing this was a couple deeply in love.

Song Xun snatched the photos as soon as he saw them.

Mrs. Song was startled and turned to look at her son, her complexion extremely embarrassed.

Song Xun’s face also looked very unpleasant.

He took the photos and stuffed them into his pocket.

Mrs. Song said coldly, "You rebellious son!"

Song Xun pursed his lips, his handsome face dark and hanging, as if somewhat numb.

"How could you do such a shameless thing?" Mrs. Song accused in a lowered voice.

"Didn’t you already know?" Song Xun finally looked up at his mother, "You knew, and that’s why you’ve tried every means to stop me and Muyu from being together."

Mrs. Song stalled for a moment, her complexion nearly contorting, "You, you want to drive me to my grave? You are siblings!"

"Not by blood!" Song Xun coldly retorted. "Besides, the reason you don’t want me with Muyu has nothing to do with that."

Mrs. Song swayed slightly, her gaze sharply fixed on her son.

She never anticipated that, despite all her efforts to prevent it, the unspoken truth would still be exposed just then.

She had intended to play the fool, to pretend she was unaware of this matter, but now, things were getting more complicated.

She looked at Song Xun, not expecting him to be so rebellious.

Mrs. Song calmed her emotions slightly before saying, "No matter the reason, you and Shuyi are already engaged, and Muyu is with Jiang Jinfeng. Do what’s right."

"Ha!" Song Xun suddenly let out a scornful laugh, brimming with mockery.

Mrs. Song’s brow furrowed deeply, glaring fiercely at her son.

He stood there, his expression cold and unnervingly collected.

The more he was like this, the more worrying it became.

Mrs. Song was very concerned, afraid he might act impulsively and do something rash.

Of course, she couldn’t allow the marriage alliance between the Song and Shen families to fall apart.

"You don’t need to sneer, a man should prioritize his career, with a successful career what woman can’t you have?" said Mrs. Song.

"Ha!" Song Xun laughed coldly again, his voice cruel with a hint of mockery. "If that’s the case, why can’t my mother turn a blind eye to the things my father does outside?"

"Scoundrel!" Mrs. Song’s effort to maintain her composure crumbled with her son’s words.

She trembled, pointing at Song Xun as she said coldly, "You ungrateful son, remember this, if you dare oppose my plans, you know who will be the unlucky one."

Song Xun’s brow furrowed tightly, and in an instant, his whole body felt covered in ice.

He closed his eyes in pain, "If you dare touch her, I’ll ruin the Song family, we can all go down together!"

"Slap!"

Mrs. Song slapped Song Xun across the face.

Song Xun merely tilted his head slightly, and then he smiled.

He looked at his mother and said slowly, "Mom, don’t push me, if you push me too far, I really will do it."

"You, you wouldn’t dare!"

"At this point, what wouldn’t I dare?" Song Xun sneered.

Mrs. Song glared at her son furiously, feeling the influence Song Muyu had on him.

She pursed her lips. "As long as you marry into the Shen Family, I won’t do anything."

Song Xun scoffed, but said nothing.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke coldly, "And don’t let her know you’ve seen the photos!"

Having said this coldly, Song Xun walked out.

Mrs. Song clenched her fists, her fingernails digging deep into her palm, almost drawing blood.