Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 435 - 433 Am I a Ghost?_1

Chapter 435: Chapter 433 Am I a Ghost?_1

Upon arriving at the Mu Family residence, Mu Zisu called out to the deep sleeping Na Xiaoxiao twice, but Na Xiaoxiao lay there as if in the grip of death, showing no reaction at all.

Mu Zisu’s face involuntarily grew stern, "Na Xiaoxiao!"

But Na Xiaoxiao still kept her eyes closed with no sign of waking up.

He frowned as he looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, and helplessly stretched out his slender fingers to caress her smooth forehead.

Her forehead was burning hot, like a hand warmer.

Mu Zisu cursed under his breath, got out of the car immediately, went around to her side, and scooped her up in his arms.

He was tall and robust, while Na Xiaoxiao was petite, so cradled in his arms, she looked like a treasured possession.

Mu Zisu instructed the butler at his side without turning: "Get a medical attendant..."

"Yes! Young Master!"

Previously, when Butler Zhou was around, he would shoulder two responsibilities at once, not only managing the Mu Family household but also keeping an eye on their health.

As time went by, he aged and eventually moved abroad to retire.

The current butler of the Mu Family was promoted by Butler Zhou—after all, after so many years of service at the Mu Family, he was more capable in every aspect than others.

As for the medical staff, he had brought them directly from Canada; these attendants always moved with him wherever he went.

When Mu Zixuan and Mu Ziqing saw Mu Zisu carrying Na Xiaoxiao back, they were dumbfounded and rushed up to them, bombarding him with questions.

"Yaoyao... what did you do to Xiaoxiao?"

"Brother... what’s wrong with Xiaoxiao?"

Mu Zisu glanced at them: "She’s sick..."

"What kind of sickness?" both asked in unison.

Mu Zisu, striding towards the upstairs, replied: "A cold and a fever..."

Mu Zixuan and Mu Ziqing instantly relaxed, relieved it wasn’t any serious illness.

Then they hurriedly followed him upstairs.

After the medical attendant gave Na Xiaoxiao an IV, they left with their medical kit.

"Xiaoxiao?"

"Xiaoxiao?"

Mu Ziqing leaned over the bedside and softly called Na Xiaoxiao’s name.

Mu Zisu spoke without helping it: "Let her sleep for a while, let’s go downstairs..."

"Oh..."

Down in the living room, Mu Zisu couldn’t help asking Mu Ziqing, "Have you packed your things?"

Mu Ziqing chuckled, "There wasn’t much to pack, just a couple of clothes..."

"Mm, I’ll find a couple of people to send you back tomorrow..."

"No need, sister said she’ll take me tomorrow..."

"Taking you back to school?" Mu Zisu raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Mu Ziqing nodded.

"I’ll take her back to school, and then I’ll enjoy myself in London for a couple of days..." Mu Zixuan’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"No trouble-making allowed!" Mu Zisu’s dark eyes carried a threatening gaze as he looked at the two of them.

"Hehe... we definitely won’t!" Mu Zixuan raised her hand in promise.

When Na Xiaoxiao woke up again, it was just after 11 p.m., a long slumber indeed.

She opened her eyes and looked at the pink bedroom, feeling a bit confused; then, the realization hit her all at once—she was indeed lying in that delicate pink bedroom.

So, this really was her bedroom, but why was it so pink...

Although she hadn’t had dinner, she wasn’t that hungry; she just felt her throat was terribly dry.

She got up from the bed, put on her slippers, and went down to the living room on the first floor. The whole house was eerily quiet, not a sound heard apart from her own footsteps.

Only after chugging down two glasses of water did she feel content and made her way back upstairs.

Just as she reached the second floor, a figure suddenly appeared before her. She let out a frightened "ah," grabbing tightly onto the stair railing beside her, as if she had lost three souls and seven spirits.

Mu Zisu looked at Xiaoxiao, whose face had turned pale, with a frown of utmost helplessness.

"Do I look like a ghost?" He had never realized a woman could be this terrified at the sight of him...

After recognizing who stood before her, Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly in a daze. He wasn’t a ghost, but anyone would be scared out of their wits if someone suddenly sprang up in front of them in the dead of night!

"Then why is your face so white..." Mu Zisu stood-overlooking from the second floor at Xiaoxiao two steps below him.

Xiaoxiao blinked a couple of times and let out a sigh of relief before speaking, "I got this sick..."

Mu Zisu gave her a glance and left her with a dismissive remark, "At least you’ve got the right excuse..." With that, he didn’t spare Xiaoxiao another glance and headed straight for his bedroom.

Xiaoxiao then fiercely patted her chest; she was scared to death, truly scared to death. This man, wandering about in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, was just out to give people frights!

Before she had even demanded compensation for the emotional distress, he had the nerve to give her an attitude! How frustrating...

The next day was when Mu Ziqing was to return to school. She had always loved painting and had been admitted to an exceptionally prestigious college in England.

Xiaoxiao went with Mu Zisu to the airport to see them off and then headed straight back to the office together.

Mu Zixuan was someone who couldn’t stay idle. She said she was going to see off Mu Ziqing but actually planned to accompany her to England and enjoy herself for a couple of days...

As the plane slowly ascended, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

"Finally, I can have a proper couple of days of fun..."

"Sis... How many days are you planning to stay in London..." Mu Ziqing tilted her head, looking at an excited Mu Zixuan.

"Hmm... Ten days? No, no, that’s too long. If I get bored of it, I won’t want to come back..." Mu Zixuan rambled on.

"Maybe five days?" She turned her head to Mu Ziqing.

Mu Ziqing suddenly made a gloomy face, "If mom and dad found out I’m skipping so many days of school, I’d be done for..."

Mu Zixuan furrowed her brow, thinking it over, then suggested, "What about three days?"

Mu Ziqing still looked troubled—

Mu Zixuan glared, "If you’re only willing to accompany me for one day, I’ll jump off the plane right now!"

"Two days!" Mu Ziqing’s face broke into a smile as she affectionately pulled on Mu Zixuan’s arm.

Mu Zixuan touched her forehead in resignation, "Fine, two days it is..."

The sisters’ exchange didn’t escape the ears of someone behind them. For the first time, he found it amusing to witness an elder sister convincing her younger sister to cut class and play with her, shaking his head with a chuckle...

Mu Ziqing was examining a sheet of music when her eyes suddenly lit up. She asked the drowsy Mu Zixuan beside her.

"Sis... Do you like Pei Mojing?"

Mu Zixuan responded with a puzzled sound, without a thought, "Who’s Pei Mojing?"

Mu Ziqing looked at her with an expression of disbelief and exaggeration.

"Sis? Did you wake up confused? You don’t even know who Pei Mojing is?"

Mu Zixuan was truly baffled, "Who is Pei Mojing? Why should I care whether he’s male or female, round or flat?"

Mu Ziqing shook her head incessantly, "He’s an emperor of the film industry—a national heartthrob! How could you not know about him when you’ve been living in the country?"