Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 542 - 540: The Dead Can’t Return_1

Chapter 542: Chapter 540: The Dead Can’t Return_1

Pei Mojing’s mother was of English-Chinese descent, her father having been an envoy at the British embassy in his early years and now retired. After she passed away in England, in accordance with her last wishes, she remained there.

So, most people did not know of her passing.

They thought she had simply divorced Pei Yucheng--

These matters were wounds in Pei Mojing’s heart, which he had confided only to Mu Zixuan and his close friends.

Upon hearing his words, everyone nodded in understanding.

"Hehe, it’s rare that the sun came out today, let’s go sit in the garden..." Su Wanxia suggested with a smile, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

"Yeah... I was just thinking about going to the garden..." Mu Zixuan said, holding Su Wanxia’s arm.

Su Wanxia reached out to pinch her cheek, "You little imp..."

"Mom... I’m already so old, you’re still pinching my cheek..." Mu Zixuan quickly covered her cheeks with her hands.

"No matter how old you get, you’re still my daughter, so if I want to pinch, I’ll pinch..." Su Wanxia raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Mu Zisu beside her.

Mu Zisu quietly moved to his father’s side and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Yingchen immediately frowned in disdain, being pinched on the cheek was something he had long gotten used to.

Watching the Mu Family’s harmonious scene, and then thinking about the smoky atmosphere in his own home, a dark undercurrent swept through Pei Mojing’s eyes. It was time for the Pei Family to get in order.

By the end of the day, Pei Mojing had left a much better impression on everyone than anticipated, and Mother Mu didn’t voice any objections anymore. With Mu Yingchen and Su Wanxia’s issue, she turned a blind eye to the children’s marital affairs.

After Pei Mojing left, Su Wanxia couldn’t help but feel sentimental as she looked at Mu Zisu.

Mu Yingchen’s eyes deepened as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and patted her quietly.

--

After Pei Mojing returned to the villa, greeted by the lamplight, he saw the least welcome person.

Qiao Xueren--

She seemed to have waited for a long time. As soon as his car stopped in front of the villa, she immediately opened the door, got out of the car, and Pei Tianzi followed her.

His good mood for the day vanished upon seeing these two people.

The slender phoenix eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth carrying a cold smirk, as if unable to sit still any longer.

"Mojing... you haven’t been home for so long, auntie and your sister have missed you..." Qiao Xueren knew better than to expect Pei Mojing to treat her like a mother.

So, Pei Mojing had never called her ’mom’, and she continued to insist on the previous title, auntie--

"I don’t recall my mother having any sisters..." His tone was icy, and he wished not to speak another word to them as he walked toward the villa.

"Mojing... I was wrong about what happened back then, but matters of the heart can’t be controlled, and besides, your mother was already gravely ill at the time, right?"

"Shut your mouth!" Pei Mojing suddenly roared in anger, his eyes filled with icy light: "You have no right to mention her!"

Qiao Xueren knew how much Pei Mojing hated her, yet she certainly didn’t like him, her stepson, either.

The soft demeanor she had just adopted instantly changed as she let out a cold huff: "Fine, let’s not discuss the past. Let’s talk about the present..."

"There’s nothing to discuss with you..."

"Don’t you want the shares I hold?"

Watching Pei Mojing turn to leave, Qiao Xueren immediately called out.

Pei Mojing turned around and looked at her coldly--

"You can have the shares, but you need to marry Zizi..."

Pei Mojing’s lips suddenly curled into a cold smile; her calculations were indeed quite clear...

"I want the shares in your hands! They were originally mine, and as for marrying your daughter—dream on during the day!"

Qiao Xueren’s expression suddenly turned fierce, "Mojing, we are family after all, don’t push us..."

If he returns to the company, and he doesn’t marry Zizi, then the three of them will sooner or later be out on their ears—

She had hoped to negotiate some conditions while he currently didn’t have much real power, but she did not expect his attitude to be just as cold and unyielding as ever.

"I thought you’d have the self-awareness to pack up and leave on your own, but it seems you’re still indulging in wild fantasies..." Pei Mojing’s eyes were filled with mockery.

"Mojing... don’t speak too harshly, don’t forget, the current vice president of the company is Haolin, and even if you go back now, it’s not certain whether those people will follow your lead!"

"You still remember he’s the vice president?"

Pei Mojing emphasized the words "vice president" with extreme weight, angering Qiao Xueren until her face turned ashen.

If Haolin were Pei Yucheng’s own son, how could he have stayed in the position of vice president for so many years!

Qiao Xueren was furious; if only she had borne a child for the Pei family back then, Pei Mojing wouldn’t have the nerve to point fingers and glare at her!

"Qiao Xueren... After enjoying luxury for so many years, isn’t it time for you to retreat to the mountains to clear your mind of its impurities?"

Qiao Xueren’s complexion turned even uglier as she glared venomously at the arrogant Pei Mojing.

"Fine! Pei Mojing, since you want to tear off the façade, we won’t be polite!"

Pei Mojing couldn’t be bothered to waste more words with her and snorted coldly before turning and walking towards the building.

This woman really thought of herself as the lady of the Pei house!

It seemed she had forgotten that the head of the Pei family was not just Pei Yucheng, but also his grandfather Pei Tianzuo.

Over the years, his grandfather had repeatedly urged him to come back, and he had already met all the key board members.

Pei Haolin had been at the company for so many years and certainly held some shares, but he was indeed capable, managing to covertly gain control of thirty percent of them—his ambition was not small.

Returning to the Pei house full of rage with Pei Tianzi, Qiao Xueren saw that Pei Yucheng was not back yet.

Furious, she threw her handbag onto the sofa!

"Mom..." Pei Haolin, dressed in a black hoodie, came down from upstairs.

"Everyone, out..." With a glare from Qiao Xueren, the servants in the living room bowed their heads and left.

"Zizi, you go back to your room to rest too..."

Pei Tianzi pouted and went back to her room, feeling gloomy.

"What’s wrong?" Pei Haolin asked, seeing his mother’s unpleasant face and couldn’t help but retort.

"Linlin... Pei Mojing has threatened to throw us out of the Pei house, how come you still haven’t acted!"

Qiao Xueren’s expression was downcast.

"Mom... how do you know I haven’t taken any action?" Pei Haolin’s expression was cold.

Qiao Xueren was startled—

"Linlin, what... what do you plan to do?"

"Dead people... can’t come back..." Pei Haolin whispered sinisterly in Qiao Xueren’s ear.

Qiao Xueren’s pupils abruptly widened; although she had thoughts of dealing with Pei Mojing, she had never considered killing him, because murder was a crime!