The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 171: Return to the Ghost House

Chapter 171: 171: Return to the Ghost House

"It’s fine, if he wants to dismantle it, let him dismantle it."

Although Murong’s injuries were severe, he insisted on leaving the hospital, and there was nothing they could do about it. After all, for families like theirs, they always have family doctors and the equipment is quite sufficient.

However, what the hospital staff didn’t expect was that this patient wasn’t going "home," but to another place.

On the way, Murong was very obedient, sitting there motionless and not uttering a single word.

Mu Bai glanced over several times.

She had never seen her brother so quiet before. Of course, if it weren’t for the few silver needles on him, he would really look the part.

Mu Bai didn’t dare express any opinions to Mu Qiuniang sitting in the front passenger seat.

Her brother was so unruly that he needed some tough discipline; better to suffer now than to have that Yan kid break his legs and turn him into a cripple later.

However, Mu Cheng, who was driving, wasn’t so at ease. He occasionally glanced at Mu Qiuniang, unable to imagine how such a young girl could handle him with one hand and still possess such mystical needle skills.

He didn’t even see how she did it, but Murong was "frozen," just like something out of a movie with the "Sunflower Acupoint Technique."

And from the look on Mu Bai’s face, she seemed quite used to it.

How many secrets does the Mu family really hold?

As someone adopted by the Mu family and having worked for them for over twenty years, he had never heard of this person, let alone seen someone so powerful.

Could it be, as his adoptive mother said, that the Mu family isn’t as simple as they seem? For their family to be so confident, there must be something that makes other families wary.

The car stopped in front of the "Ghost House."

This "Ghost House" was somewhat similar to the mansion Mu Bai had stayed in T City, but it seemed even larger.

Mu Bai was a bit surprised: Who would have thought her great aunt was so wealthy, with an ancient mansion in T City and another one here in the Capital City?

As soon as Mu Cheng got out of the car, he looked around.

This place was located in a desolate area; without Mu Qiuniang leading the way, one would never find it. Judging from the house’s architecture, it seemed quite old. Although he wasn’t a history buff and couldn’t tell which dynasty it was from, the overwhelming sense of history was undeniable.

He’s sure it might not be a ghost house, but it’s definitely an ancient mansion.

Especially the plaque at the entrance, with the words "Mu Residence" exuberantly written, obviously penned by someone masterful.

Mu Cheng knew a bit about calligraphy.

Since the old master liked it and his second aunt wanted to please him, she had him practice from a young age. Over time, he gained some insight; while not a master, he was competent.

Thus, he could confidently say that those two large characters were priceless; if they were taken out, who knows how many people would fight for them.

"Hey, eldest cousin, what are you looking at?" Mu Bai curiously leaned over. Following his gaze, she saw that plaque and chuckled, "Looking at those words? Pretty good, right? They were written by my great aunt. Let me tell you, my great aunt loves setting up studies in her courtyards. Even though I haven’t been here, I’m sure there’s a big study here filled with many ancient books. And most of these ancient books were likely transcribed by my great aunt herself..."

The ancient mansion in T City had been explored entirely by Mu Bai; every corner was turned over.

Mu Cheng’s eyes immediately sparkled.

"Don’t believe it? Try pleasing my great aunt later. If she’s happy, she’ll let you in to see. I, too, have been studying this lately. My great aunt can write in several fonts. I like her regular script; it feels particularly calming and soothing, capable of quieting the mind...

Since being compelled by Mu Qiuniang, Mu Bai has developed a love for calligraphy. After practicing for some time, she has really gained something. When she talks about it, she’s quite articulate.

Mu Cheng was a bit surprised.

How long has it been since they last met? A few months? Why does it feel like his cousin has changed entirely?

Noticing his gaze, Mu Bai grinned proudly: "It’s called ’Seeing someone after just three days requires a fresh perspective,’ and we’ve been apart for more than three days, haven’t we?"

She lifted her chin, the light coming from the front casting a halo over her chin. Her long eyelashes, petite nose, and sly eyes resembled a fox that just stole food.

Mu Cheng suddenly found her somewhat endearing.

Mu Qiuniang removed the silver needles from Murong’s body. After being stiff for over two hours, Murong suddenly started shouting again, "You vicious woman, how dare you treat me like this?! Do you know who I am, I..."

"The eldest young master of the Mu family in the Capital City, I know."

"You know, yet you still dare.... Ow, it hurts!" Murong lost control of his movements, and when his arm moved, the one with the cast hurt him so much he screamed again.

Mu Bai helplessly poked her head into the car: "Ah Rong, can’t you just be a bit more sensible? If you keep this up, you’re only going to suffer more."

"Sister, are you really my sister? How can you conspire with others to harm me... I’ll tell mom, mom won’t let you off!" Murong was quite angry with his sister for not helping him.

"Ah Rong, aren’t you an adult now? Complaining to mom at your age, as if you’re still a nursing child..."

"You... it hurts!" Murong got agitated and moved recklessly, causing himself such pain he almost cried.

"Alright, stop moving, if you keep this up, you’ll really become useless, and by then even great aunt can’t help you!" Mu Bai’s exaggerated warning was naturally to make her brother behave and suffer less.

"I’m only becoming disabled because of you!" Despite his words, Murong dared not move recklessly.

Mu Cheng considerately took out the wheelchair from the trunk and carefully placed Murong into it.

"Hey, eldest cousin, be careful, my arm... my leg... ahh~ it’s going to break..." Murong still endured quite some suffering from this maneuver.

Seeing the "Ghost House" referred to by his sister, he felt even more like crying.

"What do you all want to do?"

No matter how much he cried and fussed, he was still pushed into the yard.

The scenery in the yard was quite nice; compared to the ancient mansion Mu Bai had stayed in before, this place seemed even greener, with rockeries, flowing water, and pavilions. Many unknown flowers and plants made it a "green kingdom."

"You don’t really plan to have me live here in the future, do you? Who will take care of me?" Murong looked incredulous.

This was clearly an ancient mansion; even if it had electricity, it was still an ancient mansion. The most crucial point was that from the time they entered until now, aside from them, they hadn’t seen anyone else. His sister wouldn’t be serving him, and the eldest cousin was out of the question; surely it couldn’t be this great aunt?

"I initially didn’t have anyone to take care of me." Mu Bai shrugged; she certainly wouldn’t tell him that despite this, meals were prepared and clothes didn’t need washing.

In fact, it was just a bit lonely, but even if you were lazy and stayed in bed all day, it didn’t matter.

However, those few days felt like the purest days for the soul, as if the whole person had been purified.

She also hoped her brother could "reinvent himself" like she did.