Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“You!”
He pointed a finger to his sister, at a loss for words from his rage.
She stared stubbornly at him and pursed her lips in utmost obstinacy. As he looked into her glistening eyes, his heart was ultimately softened.
“Do not talk about this anymore! There’s no point in me saying anything. You’ll figure it out sooner or later!”
He could only fort himself by hoping that, one day, his sister would give up on Mu Yazhe.
Even among the rich, consanguineous marriage was mon.
However, with the Song family ing from a long line of gentlefolks, they seized political power through the barrel of a gun; in particular, during Old Song’s generation, as one of the ten founding fathers of this country, he was a man with notable achievements.
He held great status and sway in the capital.
Even the Mus had to pay the Songs some respect because of him.
Therefore, if the Songs – following their stringent customs – were to know of this matter, his sister would probably be exiled from the family by Old Song out of anger.
Naturally, he could not just be a bystander as his younger sister walked on the wrong path.
“I don’t understand. I really don’t get it! I thought that Brother Mu loves me the most. I thought that he likes me, too.” She could not e around to the idea at all.
She was, all along, the person Mu Yazhe cared about the most.
Even if the person was his fiancée, Mu Wanrou, he never showed much care for.
In her eyes, the man treated everyone indifferently and only doted on her dearly.
She thought that there was a special place for her in his heart.
However, what had happened tonight dealt a heavy blow to her.
“He doted on you for a reason; don’t you know that?”
He simply thought that she was beyond help.
“What reason…”
“You look similar to great aunt Jiang.”
He sat himself in front of her and carefully analyzed her features. “On camera, you both look the same. When great aunt passed away, no one could step closer to Uncle Mu except for you simply because your face provided him with much relief. Your similar looks to his mother are precisely why he showers you with love – all for the purpose of easing his longing for her. Simply put, you’re just his mother’s replacement. Do you understand?”
“I look like great aunt?” Her fingers hovered over her face in disbelief.
She thought that her brother’s words were a little uncalled for.
He was rather surprised by her confusion.
“Hasn’t Uncle Mu told you this before?”
He had heard this from their mother.
His sister and great aunt looked extremely alike.
When his mother passed away, Mu Yazhe locked himself in his room and refused to step out; he even lost his desire for food and drinks.
The affection he had for his mother far exceeded anyone else in the Mu family.
His beloved kin departing from Earth dealt him a heavy blow.
Back then, Jiang Qimeng brought his sister, Song Enya, along to the Mu residence to attend their great aunt’s funeral.
The young Mu Yazhe then stared at her for the longest time.
Tears trickled down his expressionless face as he held her tightly in his embrace.
He then showered her with love equivalent to his deep yearning for his mother.
She was certainly his spiritual sustenance.
He assumed that she was aware of this.
Shaking her head in despondence, she replied, “I don’t know. Brother Mu has never mentioned anything about great aunt to me before!”
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