Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 471 - 469 Call Me Zisu_1

Chapter 471: Chapter 469 Call Me Zisu_1

Xiaoxiao, seeing her face lit up with a mischievous smile, suddenly realized that she was definitely up to some prank again.

But recently, there couldn’t have been many people for her to tease, right?

She thought about it, Pei Mojing must be the number one person she wanted to play tricks on...

"Shanshan... you’re not planning to extend your devil’s claws towards Pei Mojing, are you?"

"Oh, Xiaoxiao... how can you say that? If others heard you, they might think I have some feelings for that jerk... It’s all because he’s always bullying me... This time, I’ll show him how formidable I am!"

Xiaoxiao immediately shook her head and laughed...

"Wait for my good news... I’m off..." Mu Zixuan excitedly walked towards the door, then half-way turned around and said to Xiaoxiao, "Don’t be too sad, Yaoyao is just a prideful guy, once he cools down, things will naturally get better..."

"Yeah..." Xiaoxiao smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"Hurry up and get up for breakfast, bye..."

"Bye..."

After Mu Zixuan hurriedly disappeared at the door, Xiaoxiao also got up from her bed.

Right after breakfast, Zhuo Shaoqing called.

"Xiaoxiao... it’s the weekend today, I’ll take you for a drive..." Zhuo Shaoqing’s refreshing and suave voice came through the phone.

She lowered her eyelashes, "Thanks... but I don’t really feel like going out today, you go with your friends instead..."

Hearing the lack of spirit in Xiaoxiao’s voice, Zhuo Shaoqing couldn’t help but ask with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"It’s not that... just feeling a bit under the weather..." In truth, it was her heart that felt uncomfortable.

"Have you seen a doctor? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Touched by Zhuo Shaoqing’s care, Xiaoxiao’s heart warmed, but today, she really wasn’t in the mood to go out.

"It’s nothing serious, you don’t need to worry..."

"Xiaoxiao..." Zhuo Shaoqing’s voice suddenly took on a tinge of melancholy.

"Yes?"

"I have something very important to tell you..." Zhuo Shaoqing’s voice was unusually serious.

"What is it?" asked Xiaoxiao, puzzled.

"Hmm... it’s not convenient over the phone, I’ll tell you in a couple of days..."

Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly, "Alright then..."

After hanging up, Xiaoxiao became bored. Looking at the bright sunshine, she picked up a book and went to the back garden...

The Mu Family’s garden was large, beautifully and grandly designed...

There were rockeries with flowing water, vast lawns, various valuable plants and trees, pavilions, and swings - nothing was missing...

She took her book and sat on a beautiful swing, gently swaying as she began to read...

The golden sunshine sprinkled on her delicate figure, making her look even more gentle and lovely, like a sprite that had descended to the mortal world...

Mu Zisu, sitting in the pavilion, watched her, transfixed. Xiaoxiao was not flamboyantly beautiful, but she had an angelically pure and lovely face...

Beneath those crescent-moon brows were a pair of eyes as clear as the purest, unblemished water in the world...

Such a sprite-like woman, yet with a disposition so serene.

Her appearance gave people the initial impression that she would be a lively and adorable girl, one who charms everyone around her, but in reality, she not only was rigid and overly mature, but also sulky, and sometimes, downright foolish!

Because there was a rockery between the swing and the pavilion, and the pavilion was situated a bit higher, Xiaoxiao had not seen Zisu, who was sitting inside the pavilion.

In her mind, Zisu was not even at the Mu Family home, because before Shanshan left, she told her that Zisu had stormed off.

Just as she was engrossed in looking around, a cool voice suddenly reached her ears...

She started, and abruptly looked up to the front left, indeed... Zisu was looking down at her from above.

She immediately held her breath, staring blankly at the handsome man in light grey casual clothes.

Her throat bobbed twice, but she didn’t know what to say...

Zisu watched Xiaoxiao, who sat motionless on the swing, with a frown of displeasure. Hadn’t she heard him calling her? What was she daydreaming about?

"Come here..." he said again.

It was then that Xiaoxiao realized what he meant, and she immediately stood up from the swing and walked toward the pavilion.

Xiaoxiao was wearing a pink top that day, designed in a Korean style, fluffy at the top and tight at the bottom, with a purple ribbon on the shirt that traced a beautiful arc as she moved.

Her pants were white, clinging tightly to her calves, showing off the beautiful lines of her legs, making her look unspeakably youthful and pretty.

Her long hair flying in the air seemed to brush against Zisu’s heart with its softness.

Finally, Xiaoxiao arrived in front of Zisu. She nervously clenched her fingers, then hesitantly began, "Mu..." She was about to address him as Mr. Mu but then thought it inappropriate to do so at home.

"Young Master..." After calling him that, Xiaoxiao instantly felt much more relaxed. She felt that calling him this way rolled off the tongue better, probably because that was how she had addressed him when she first met him, and after five years, it had become a habit, making it feel more natural to say.

When Zisu heard her address him this way, he frowned with displeasure.

"Haven’t I told you not to call me that?"

Xiaoxiao immediately looked up innocently and suddenly found herself lost in his unfathomable eyes.

Her heart trembled as she blurted out, looking into the black swirls of his eyes, "Then what should I call you?"

Zisu’s heart unexpectedly softened, as he fixed his gaze steadily on her and said lightly, "Call me Zisu..."

A breeze brushed past Xiaoxiao’s ear, lifting her smooth, shiny, black hair...

She felt as if the world had come to a standstill, as if everything else had vanished, leaving only the man in front of her, the one who asked her to call him Zisu...

Zisu... Zisu...

She had chewed over these two characters countless times in her heart, silently repeating them again and again.

Yet every time they reached her lips, she would swallow them back down.

That feeling was, for her, the epitome of sorrow...

What she hadn’t expected was that today he would actually allow her to call him Zisu...

Was it an illusion?

It shouldn’t be...

Because those few words had already deeply imprinted themselves in her heart...

For her, this was truly the biggest surprise in five years, but the surprise came so swiftly that she could hardly digest it...

Watching the woman in front of him zoning out again, Zisu did not get angry. Instead, he sighed deeply in his heart...

He really wanted to crack open this woman’s head and see just what was inside it?

There really weren’t many who dared to ignore his words and daydream in front of him...