Chapter 16: The Fallen Family

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That’s why she made that call—to give that woman a lesson. You stole my man’s affection; I will make your family suffer for it! Then she made that mysterious phone call and summoned Shen Kai.

However, she found it strange. It had been several days, yet why hadn’t that woman’s family called to seek help? Shouldn’t they be crying out to the heavens, lamenting over their beloved daughter?

“If anything happens to Mu Chang, I won’t let you off,” Shen Kai said coldly, staring at the woman before him. Such a vicious woman—how could his own father fail to see her true nature? How could such a woman become his wife?

“Don’t worry, they know their limits! It’s just that he’ll be bedridden for a few months, nothing serious,” Jiang Tao said casually. What could possibly go wrong? At worst, a few bribes would settle everything.

“Better be nothing serious. Otherwise, there won’t be a wedding in two days!” Shen Kai said, turning away without looking back.

In the end, he agreed to marry Jiang Tao—for the sake of the family, for Mu Tong. If he refused, who knew what the Shen and Jiang families would do to the Mu family. The Mu Chang incident was just a warning from those two families. If he didn’t change course, the Mu family might face ruin and death.

His own happiness didn’t matter, but Mu Tong and her family must not suffer—that was all he could do for her. Shen Kai smiled bitterly: this is the sorrow of a scion of a great family, no freedom in marriage, everything placed above family interests.

Shen Kai gazed into the distance: Tong, you must live well! Then he looked back toward the villa: You want a marriage? Fine, I’ll give it to you! I’ll give you the title of wife! But I will never touch you!

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Finally home!

Mu Tong’s car stopped beneath a high-end residential complex in City C. She took her bags, locked the car, and headed toward her front door.

“Ding dong!” At the sound of the doorbell, the door opened, revealing a face unfamiliar to Mu Tong.

“Excuse me, is this Mu Junyao’s home?” Mu Tong looked confused, peering inside. The furniture was the same, but who was this stranger?

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“Mu Junyao? You’re Mu family’s daughter, right?” The visitor smiled warmly. She had long heard of the Mu family’s beautiful and talented daughter; meeting her today, she was not disappointed.

“Yes, and you are?” Mu Tong was sure she didn’t know this person and had never seen her before.

“I’m the new owner of this house. Your parents have already sold it to me,” Qian Li explained. “You didn’t call your parents when you came back? Something terrible happened, yet you look like you don’t know anything.”

“Sold?” Mu Tong was shocked. Why would they sell the house? She had called home ten days ago, and they said everything was fine.

“That’s right. Well, with such a big problem, how else will they get money? I heard they’re living in Jing’an Community now, renting a place,” Qian Li said. “Want me to take you there?”

When the Mu family moved, Qian Li had helped out, so she knew where they lived. It seemed the family hadn’t told their own daughter about their situation. Understandably, with such a huge crisis, busy raising money, caring for an injured son, and looking after a young grandson, they had no time to update her.

Qian Li could only express sympathy for the Mu family’s plight. Out of compassion, she bought the house without haggling—a way to support them.

The reason she was so kind to the Mu family was that she had always been a fan of Mu Tong, following her novels online. Since the girl’s first sci-fi novel, she had been an avid reader, continuing through her current fantasy series without pause. Mu Tong’s talent was extraordinary, and her endless inspiration meant almost every novel had been adapted for the screen. Truly excellent writing!

“Thank you,” Mu Tong said gratefully. This woman exuded genuine kindness; she was surely no villain.

Qian Li grabbed her phone and keys, got into Mu Tong’s car, and directed her toward Jing’an Community.

Compared to the upscale Impression Tianma Community, Jing’an was undoubtedly a slum. Most residents were migrant workers, with a mix of all kinds, and security was poor.

Mu Tong’s heart was heavy: What happened that they sold the house and moved to such a place? Why hadn’t her parents called her? She suppressed the urge to question Qian Li, deciding to wait and ask her parents calmly once they arrived.

“We’re here.” Qian Li told Mu Tong to park in front of an aging building, its weathered walls silently bearing the marks of time.

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Mu Tong frowned: Her parents and brother’s wife were living here?

Before she could question further, loud quarrels from the neighboring apartment confirmed it—her parents really lived here.

The noise came from apartment 102. Mu Tong listened closely: a crowd surrounded her father and mother, clamoring incessantly, barely allowing them to speak.

Where was her brother? Mu Tong scanned inside with her spiritual senses: the one wrapped in bandages on his head, with casts on both legs, was her brother? His face was swollen and bruised, barely recognizable. Yet feeding him water was her little nephew, Mu Shenghan. And her sister-in-law?

“Those people demanding money again! Every day! Really, even if you want money, give people some breathing room! Coming every day like this, how can people live?” Qian Li, hearing the noise, couldn’t help but complain.

She sympathized with those people too; it was only right to seek compensation from the culprit after losing loved ones. But hadn’t they already sold the house and car? The family was injured and needed money too! They were all relatives; why couldn’t they negotiate peacefully? Besides, with such a talented daughter, who would dare not compensate them?

Mu Tong’s face grew serious: After all this, why hadn’t her parents called her? Was she to be an unfilial daughter?

She hurried into apartment 102, seeing the crowd pushing and pulling her parents. Furious, Mu Tong shouted, “Stop!”

Her voice bore the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The crowd immediately froze, eyes wide with fear: What was happening?

“Mom, Dad, what’s going on?” Mu Tong’s voice was tinged with reproach. When something happens at home, shouldn’t the children be informed first?

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