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Wen Yu left the room and was ready to go downstairs when she noticed the door to Mu Xuri’s room slightly ajar, a faint light streaming through.

At that moment, Wen Yu didn’t want to see Mu Xuri anymore and was about to leave.

However, something suddenly flashed in her mind, and she turned back, walking toward the ajar door.

She wanted to see what Mu Xuri was doing, see if he truly intended to kill her.

Her gaze peered through the gap and she could just see the sofa.

Mu Xuri wasn’t sitting in his wheelchair; instead, he was sitting entirely on the sofa.

Beside him was a woman.

Only the back could be seen from the door, but Wen Yu could guess that the woman was Ning Anran.

Mu Xuri was holding Ning Anran in his arms, seated on his thigh.

This delicate body was just right for him to hold snugly.

“Uncle, hmm… your hand is getting more and more unruly.”

Ning Anran cooed, her alluring voice both inviting and resisting, causing Mu Xuri’s body to heat up further.

His large hand roamed up her smooth, fair leg, traversing back and forth.

The thin leggings had long been removed, leaving skin to skin with no barriers, sending thrills through him.

His other hand was also restless, slipping under Ning Anran’s shirt.

“Ah, you’re so bad.” Ning Anran pretended to protest coquettishly.

“Stop it, if someone sees, it’ll be troublesome.”

Initially, Mu Xuri asked her to give him a massage in the study, and she knew well what Mu Xuri wanted to do.

Though unwilling, she didn’t dare defy him.

She had no choice but to suggest moving to his room, being safer here.

Recently, Mu Xuri had grown more and more audacious, pushing boundaries each time.

She felt trapped now, with no way out.

Fortunately, he couldn’t fully possess her body, otherwise, she feared she wouldn’t even hold onto her chastity.

But coming here, she still felt afraid, worried that if someone saw and talked, she could never follow Mr. Xiaojiu.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Without my orders, no one dares come in here. Besides, everyone here is my people; even if someone sees us, who would dare speak a word?”

Ning Anran remained uneasy: “But, I’m afraid Mrs. Wen might come out.”

“That bitch, let her witness it herself; she wouldn’t dare utter a word.”

With that, his hand gripped her smooth skin hard.

The delightful touch tightened his muscles unconsciously, his hand kneading Ning Anran’s leg harder.

Recently, everything felt increasingly better, as if he might just find his former vigor with this girl.

Both were consumed by the heat, their awareness gradually blurring, when suddenly there was a clang at the entrance, snapping them back to reality.

“Who’s there?” Mu Xuri called loudly.

Ning Anran was so frightened she almost screamed, hurriedly tidying her clothes, slipping back into her leggings, and hiding behind Mu Xuri.

Looking toward the door, the slightly open door left only a slit.

She couldn’t help but curse inwardly why Mu Xuri hadn’t closed the door upon entering.

Now that they had been seen, what could they do?

The door slowly opened, and when Ning Anran saw the face clearly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mrs. Wen, why come looking for Uncle but dare not come in?”

Her smile was disdainful, as if what she was doing with Mu Xuri just now wasn’t worth mentioning.

Anyone would panic upon seeing her, but not Wen Yu, she feared no one.

This woman had lost all status before Mu Xuri now.

In her position, it was impossible to go to Mu Xiaojiu and gossip, so what was there to fear?

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