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Mu Xiaojiu finally noticed something was wrong with her.

Closing his notebook, he reached out and pulled her over to sit on his lap.

His large hand brushed her face, fingertips lingering near her lips, “It’s so late, what do you want from me?”

Baili Xia, however, was paying attention to his expression.

But he was just as usual, with no expression on his face at all.

“I…

want to talk to you about Zimo.”

“The three-day deadline is up.

Tomorrow, I will tell Lingchuan about it.” He remained expressionless.

However, there was a trace of unnoticed amusement in his eyes.

The gloomy mood of the past three days had actually lightened considerably because she took the initiative to find him.

Perhaps it should not be called relief, but rather, a bit of comfort.

No matter how stormy it got outside, as long as she was by his side, his mood would always improve.

Mu Xiaojiu was in a cheerful mood, but Baili Xia was so frightened by his words that her breath became erratic.

“Uncle!” she whispered, turning back to tug at his collar.

“Uncle, aren’t you very busy recently? Such… such a small matter doesn’t need to trouble you, hehe…”

Even she herself felt guilty about that dry laugh.

She bit her lip and blinked, “How about I…

I talk to big brother myself instead, Uncle, what do you say?”

“This is not a small matter.

Zimo is carrying a child of the Mu family, and as Lingchuan’s elder, how can we treat it so lightly?”

The more anxious she became, the better Mu Xiaojiu felt, even his eyes carried a hint of delight.

“After all, you are of the same generation as Lingchuan, and also, you don’t bear the Mu name, so discussing such matters with him is naturally inappropriate.”

Seeing her brow furrowed with anxiety, Mu Xiaojiu suppressed the smile in his eyes and intentionally put on a serious face.

“Unless, you became an elder to Lingchuan, then you would have some say in this matter.”

“An elder?” Baili Xia blinked in confusion, “But, he’s big brother.”

She had already gotten used to calling Mu Lingchuan ‘brother,’ regardless of whether there was any blood relation.

As a younger sister, what did being an elder or not have to do with anything?

“If you married his elder, then wouldn’t you outrank him?” Mu Xiaojiu hid his smile.

Baili Xia was still a bit slow to catch on, “But…”

“Once you become his elder, naturally he will have to listen to you, and you won’t have to worry about your friend being bullied by him anymore in the future.”

Mu Xiaojiu lifted her up, gently cleared the items on the desk, and placed her on top.

As Baili Xia was still mulling over this issue, he leaned over her.

“Lingchuan is a child who listens to me well, so if you also became his elder, she would listen to you too.”

“By then, whether he wants to or not, he’ll have no choice but to marry Zimo.”

“But, wouldn’t a forced marriage be unhappy?” Though, his words did sound convincing.

Having Mu Lingchuan marry Zimo would indeed make for a perfect ending, and Zimo’s child could be born.

But somehow it still felt strange; how would Mu Lingchuan listen to her?

“Haven’t you heard? Love grows over time. After marriage, feelings naturally improve.”

Mu Xiaojiu’s large hand landed on her collar, and with a light flick of his long finger, he had already undone two of her buttons.

“Once married, with the child born, it will be all the more legitimate. Isn’t that better for everyone?”

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