Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 440 - 438 The Petty Man_1

Chapter 440: Chapter 438 The Petty Man_1

Dijiang Garden is located in the bustling center of the city, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and it’s all three-story villas—a gathering place for business elites.

As Mu Zixuan walked, she looked around and called out to the figure ahead, "The environment is pretty nice; the houses here must be expensive, right?"

"It’s okay!" The person in front didn’t even turn their head to reply.

Mu Zixuan pouted, it’s okay?

"Knowing you’re a big star with a bulging wallet, there’s no need to crush us little citizens..." As far as she knew, every villa here started at a price of at least tens of millions.

"You’re a little citizen?" The person ahead turned around, staring at her outfit.

Mu Zixuan chuckled, "I’m just an office worker..."

"An office worker casually dressed in international designer brands?" Pei Mojing clearly didn’t believe her, and turned to continue walking forward.

"You’re not unaware, nowadays every girl loves beauty, certainly indulging in a bit of luxury once or twice..."

"What do you do?" Pei Mojing asked without turning back.

Mu Zixuan didn’t even think, "Architectural designer..."

Pei Mojing raised an eyebrow; he had not expected that this woman’s profession was so prestigious.

"An intern, right?" A smirk played on his lips as he turned around with a playful look at Mu Zixuan.

Mu Zixuan’s mouth twitched; she was being called an intern?

She had passed her internship phase at the age of eighteen, thank you very much.

She forced a grin and nodded, "Something like that..."

As they talked, they had arrived in front of a luxurious villa.

"Do you live here alone?" Mu Zixuan asked as she looked into the pitch-dark interior of the building.

"Otherwise?" Pei Mojing opened the door, turned on the lights, and gestured for her to enter.

Mu Zixuan took a step inside, and when she saw the interior design style, she frowned, sensing something familiar.

"Which designer did this house?"

Pei Mojing couldn’t help but laugh, "What? Want to become a disciple?"

Mu Zixuan rolled her eyes internally, become a disciple? She had had a superb mentor since she was a child; why would she need another? If she truly took on another mentor now, someone at home would certainly throw a fit!

She was her mommy’s proud pupil, after all...

"Cut the crap, who is it?"

Pei Mojing shook his head helplessly; no one had dared to shout and yell at him like she did.

"Hmm, my assistant found them, some international designer, called something Zixuan, can’t quite remember..." Pei Mojing set down her luggage and took off his jacket to hang on a coat rack by the door.

Mu Zixuan stood frozen, dismayed! This was too melodramatic...

Since the age of eighteen until now, she had designed countless works, and now she had bumped into one by sheer coincidence—and it was this man’s!

She knew it looked familiar; so this was the reason...

"How many years ago?"

Pei Mojing furrowed his brows. He’d invited her here to do laundry, not to inquire about the designer of his house, how many years ago...

Mu Zixuan, realizing her question had sunk like a stone, turned around and glared at Pei Mojing, "I’m asking you?"

Pei Mojing’s mouth twitched, with that attitude of hers, under normal circumstances, he would have thrown her out long ago...

"Three years!" Then he continued, "Bought it eight years ago, it was empty for five years, lived in for three years, OK? Don’t ask this question again, change the topic..."

Mu Zixuan curled her lips, what an attitude!

"What about your family then?" Empty for five years? Does that mean his family isn’t here?

When Pei Mojing heard Mu Zixuan’s question, the arm that was pouring water suddenly stiffened, then returned to normal, and coldly said, "No family..."

No family?

Mu Zixuan, seeing his face turn cold, thought that she might have asked something she shouldn’t have and simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Pei Mojing silently went upstairs, and after a short while, he came down in casual clothes, crudely throwing his clothes onto the couch where Mu Zixuan was sitting.

"The moment to show your sincerity has arrived..."

Mu Zixuan looked at the shirt that was also thrown over and felt a twitch in her forehead...

"I don’t think I got anything on your shirt!"

"I’m a clean freak, I don’t like others touching me. The fact that I didn’t let you wash the coat is already a big favor..." Pei Mojing said as he walked straight to the little coffee table by the sofa and picked up a thick book, which looked like it might be a script...

A twitch appeared at the corner of Mu Zixuan’s mouth...

"By the way... it can’t be machine washed, only hand washed, this is the only set..." Pei Mojing sat on the sofa like a lord, bowing his head and beginning to read the script.

Mu Zixuan was so angry that her forehead was throbbing! How could there be such a graceless man!

Huffing with anger, she stood up, just about to bend down to pick up the clothes, but the corner of her eye caught sight of where she had just been sitting...

Damn... she had forgotten to buy "Little Angels"...

Pei Mojing, catching a glance of Mu Zixuan standing still, couldn’t help but look up in her direction. With one glance, his forehead began to throb fiercely...

"Are you a dyeing machine? Whatever you touch gets stained?"

Any guilt Mu Zixuan felt dissipated with his comment.

"You are the dyeing machine!" Your whole family are dyeing machines... she shouted back at him, then silently added another line in her heart.

Pei Mojing’s mouth twitched, this woman!

"If you don’t want me to dye your whole family, go buy a pack of ’Little Angels’ now!" Mu Zixuan was furious, having already been frustrated enough today, and now she had to deal with such a petty man!

If he didn’t buy them, she would dye his whole family today, then dust off and leave, driving him mad!

Pei Mojing’s forehead was jumping fiercely, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowing into slits, staring tightly at Mu Zixuan, as though he was quite angered by her...

"Hmph!" Mu Zixuan crossed her arms and gave him a defiant hum.

After a standoff, Pei Mojing suddenly stood up from the sofa, then walked to the door. Wearing a cap, sunglasses, a mask, he then turned to look at Mu Zixuan and said in a deep voice, "Just throw the clothes in the washing machine..."

Before Mu Zixuan could react, he was already out the door and slammed it shut with a bang.

The loud slamming of the door brought Mu Zixuan back to her senses.

Then, somewhat incredulously, she blinked her big eyes twice. No way, was that man really going to buy ’Little Angels’?

Recalling how tightly he was wrapped up, she suddenly burst into laughter, holding her stomach.

If someone captured the film emperor of Dijiang Garden buying ’Little Angels’ late at night, would it be an explosive piece of news?

It was his own fault, he could have just thrown his clothes in the washing machine, yet he insisted on her coming to his house to wash them for him! Such a stingy man! The Great Pei might as well be called Pei Stingy!