Chapter 1701

Looking up at Mu Xiaojiu, Baili Xia gave a cold smile.

“Do I have that qualification?

I am the granddaughter of your enemy, can I be worthy of you?”

“You personally sent my grandpa to prison, do you think I can forgive you?”

Mu Xiaojiu’s demeanor instantly cooled down, his gaze fixed firmly on Baili Xia’s eyes.

He wanted to see when this girl became so bold, daring to speak like this.

But Baili Xia was fearless; the words had been spoken, and her heart was already dead.

Mu Xiaojiu’s gaze grew colder, and the room’s temperature dropped further.

After a long while, Mu Xiaojiu’s icy voice finally broke the deathly silence in the room.

“The wedding will be set for early next year. Whether you are willing or not, you must be this bride.”

The cold words were undeniable.

Baili Xia said nothing, not out of fear, but because she didn’t want to resist anymore.

As long as she was obedient, he wouldn’t hurt her grandpa.

The more she maintained this attitude, the more stifled Mu Xiaojiu felt.

He suddenly stood, walked to the closet, took a set of pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Baili Xia just sat rigidly on the sofa, wanting to move but having nowhere to go in the Mu family.

Her heart wasn’t untouched by coldness or sadness; she just didn’t have the right to be sad.

What was the point of this?

What was the meaning of forcing her to marry him?

What good is a marriage without tolerance and affection to him?

Or, was this also a method of revenge for him?

But her grandpa was already in prison; who else did he want to avenge?

Avenge her?

But fundamentally, there was no need to use a marriage, the title of Lady Mu, to take revenge.

With mixed emotions, Baili Xia continued to pretend calmness, still reading her book.

As for the box placed on the table, she never looked at it again, nor dared to.

After showering, Mu Xiaojiu walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

He glanced at Baili Xia still sitting on the sofa, having not moved an inch, and walked over.

“Get to bed.”

Baili Xia’s fingertips quivered slightly.

Although she had long anticipated what would happen, the resistance in her heart never faded.

“I’m not sleepy yet, don’t want to sleep, you go ahead.”

Mu Xiaojiu’s attractive eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of danger.

“You like sitting on the sofa, fine!”

Her fingertips trembled, and Baili Xia woodenly stood up from the sofa, slowly walking toward the room inside.

That cold and hard demeanor fell into Mu Xiaojiu’s eyes, instantly igniting a burst of anger within him.

He reached out, picked up Baili Xia in his arms, and strode toward the big bed.

Reaching the bed, he directly tossed Baili Xia onto it.

Baili Xia did not exhibit the panic Mu Xiaojiu had anticipated.

She just slowly got up from the bed, didn’t glance at Mu Xiaojiu, pulled open the quilt, and gently crawled inside.

Mu Xiaojiu felt even more stifled.

If Baili Xia had shown a trace of panic or fear, he would have felt somewhat reassured.

Often, the more suppressed it is, the greater the destructive force.

The flames in Mu Xiaojiu’s chest burned brighter and hotter; he walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and crawled in as well.

He reached out a hand and pulled Baili Xia to his side.