Chapter 2207

The people in the hall were stunned; Baili Xia’s fluid movements clearly showed she was no ordinary person.

Ning Anran had no chance to retaliate under her hand.

Her moves were swift, precise, and ruthless; Baili Xia executed them flawlessly.

“Baili Xia, weren’t you a bit too harsh?” Mu Xuri shouted almost angrily.

Baili Xia ignored him and walked straight back to Mu Xiaojiu’s side.

“Uncle, let’s first pay our respects to Mrs. Wen.”

Mu Xiaojiu nodded and then took a few steps forward.

Mu Xuri could only watch them, feeling helpless and unable to vent his anger.

If he hadn’t planned ahead, in this situation today, he wouldn’t have tolerated it any longer!

Ning Anran finally snapped out of her pain, stood dazed in the middle of the hall, and continued to sob.

Mr. Xiaojiu just watched Baili Xia torment her, slapped her a few times, and didn’t say a word.

Mu Xuri couldn’t protect her either; he simply didn’t dare provoke Mr. Xiaojiu.

Her hatred for Baili Xia intensified, blaming her for Mr. Xiaojiu’s indifference.

And Mu Xuri, the old bastard, only took advantage of her, yet was useless at critical moments.

“Anran, come back,” Mu Xuri said softly, pulling himself together.

Ning Anran was startled awake, glanced around, and had no choice but to cover her face and return to Mu Xuri’s side.

Her hatred for Mu Xuri was now no less than for Baili Xia; she felt used by him for so long, only to be unprotected.

Leng Yu finally caught her breath, got up from the ground, and stood behind Mu Xuri.

She knew Mr. Xiaojiu hadn’t used his full strength; otherwise, she wouldn’t be alive.

Mu Xiaojiu, Mu Xiaoyao, and Baili Xia walked to Wen Yu’s portrait, took the incense, and lit it.

After three bows, they placed the incense in the censer.

After the ceremony, they moved to the seats on the side and sat down.

Except for Zimo, who was unsuitable to come, all the other members of the Mu family were present.

Mu Xuri hadn’t informed others, so no one else would come to pay respects to Wen Yu.

Everyone sat in the mourning hall, as if commemorating the deceased.

After a while, Mu Xuri suddenly spoke: “Some distinguished guests will arrive a bit early today; I need to return to the Mu Mansion to receive them.”

He glanced at Mu Xiaojiu and coldly said, “If there’s nothing else, stay here a bit longer, keep her company.”

His voice was devoid of any emotion, leaving no doubt about his indifference towards Wen Yu.

Mu Xuri didn’t linger any longer, gave Ning Anran a glance, and she immediately pushed him to leave.

After they disappeared from sight, Mu Dongyu asked, “What’s going on? Why is Wen Yu’s funeral handled so hastily?”

Although his son’s wedding was overshadowed by this event, which was a bit unlucky,

everyone considered Wen Yu as Mu Xuri’s wife, and her status warranted a more formal funeral.

More importantly, it also marred the Mu family’s reputation.

No one answered him, even though some knew the reason but remained silent.

Seeing no response, Mu Dongyu continued, “Lingchuan, let’s go back and prepare for the wedding.”

Today, Mu Lingchuan had many things to arrange, and as his father, Mu Dongyu also had many guests to greet.

So they didn’t plan to stay long at Wen Yu’s visitation.

Mu Lingchuan nodded, stood up, and greeted Mu Xiaojiu.

“Uncle, I’m heading back.”

Mu Xiaojiu nodded slightly, without saying more.

It was evident that he wasn’t in a good mood.

Mu Lingchuan nodded to Mu Xiaoyao and Baili Xia and then walked out.