Chapter 1278: Origins

Chapter 1278: Chapter 1278: Origins

Mu Yan could tell that Xie Feng really disliked her now, and she didn’t want to argue.

"Asking for his phone number today was presumptuous of me. I won’t take up any more of your time." After saying this, she stood up ready to leave.

Xie Feng’s expression turned sour when he saw she was ready to leave after only speaking two sentences.

"Weren’t you asking for the phone number?"

"You don’t have it, do you?" Mu Yan countered.

Xie Feng was momentarily at a loss, furrowing his brows as he said, "Haven’t you cut ties with him? Why do you still need his phone number?"

"My brother really likes him," Mu Yan answered truthfully.

"Looks like your brother is more considerate than you." Xie Feng sneered.

Mu Yan decided to ignore his sarcasm, "I’ll be leaving now."

Out of the blue, Xie Feng called out to her, "Here’s his new contact information."

Mu Yan turned around to see him take out a piece of notepaper from his pocket, placing it on the table and sliding it toward her.

She glanced at him, took the paper, and said, "Thank you."

"Don’t thank me," Xie Feng scoffed, "I just hope that kid can be a little happier. If you call him, it will definitely make him happy."

Mu Yan said nothing, taking the notepaper and heading out.

Watching her departing figure, Xie Feng frowned slightly and picked up his phone to dial a number.

Soon, a frustrated voice came from the other end of the line.

"Bro, do you even know what time it is? Calling me now—one day, if I end up with a nervous breakdown, it’ll definitely be because of you..."

Xie Feng sighed, "Seems like you’re not interested in what I’m about to say. After all, you’re living carefree abroad, probably forgotten what you’ve asked me to do before."

The phone was silent for a moment before a man’s anxious voice was heard, "What’s going on with Mu Yan?"

"Tut-tut, look how worried you are. She’s the Jiang Family’s young mistress; who would dare do anything to her."

"Are you bored, teasing me for fun? Hanging up!"

Xie Feng quickly said, "Hey, don’t hang up. Young people shouldn’t be so impulsive. She’s fine; she just asked me for your phone number."

Lin Jiamu was silent for a moment, then said, "That joke isn’t funny."

"Do you really think I’d trick you like that? Though I haven’t finished talking, she wanted your number because her brother wants it."

"Hmm." Lin Jiamu’s tone was calm, seemingly unsurprised by this result, "Give her my contact information."

"I have, otherwise if you found out later, you’d definitely be upset with me." Xie Feng snorted lightly.

Lin Jiamu didn’t refute, asking instead, "How has she been doing lately?"

"Looking healthy and radiant, she’s been doing quite well." Xie Feng replied—he wouldn’t have arranged this meeting with Mu Yan if not to report to Lin Jiamu.

"That’s good." Lin Jiamu sounded a bit relieved.

"When are you coming back?" Xie Feng asked.

"We’ll see."

"Are you really going to ruin your future just to stop fighting? She doesn’t care about you at all." Xie Feng said angrily.

Before he finished speaking, the call was already disconnected.

Xie Feng looked at the phone, wishing he could drag the person over for a beating; he was really infuriated.

Back at the hospital, Mu Yan gave the phone number to Mu Chen and subsequently didn’t inquire further about his contact with Lin Jiamu.

During this period, she hadn’t worked, reserving time to accompany Mu Chen until his surgery was completed, even planning to stay until he fully recovered.

Ever since she and Jiang Jingheng went public, they received many well wishes, but there were always those who doubted their relationship, saying a Cinderella and Prince story wasn’t possible in modern times and predicting their inevitable end, accusing her of being impure and cunning.

Mu Yan didn’t comment on these; her marriage with Jiang Jingheng didn’t need anyone’s interference.

Unexpectedly, someone revealed her "background," alleging her mother was a mistress who climbed up the ranks, and also exposing Jiang Jingheng’s mother as a mistress, suggesting that’s why they were a perfect match, attracting each other.