Chapter 832: He Won't Let You Be Together

Nangong Xu slightly furrowed his brow, when he left for the day, Mu Xiaojiu seemed to be in an alright mood.

Although it wasn’t particularly good, it at least wasn’t as bad as it became in the evening.

“What happened after you left the Mu Mansion?” he asked.

Ye Hua shook his head, not speaking.

After thinking for a few seconds, he edged closer to Nangong Xu, and spoke to him with a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

“Today, after leaving the Mu Mansion, it seems Mr. Xiaojiu and Miss Xiaxia had an argument in the car.”

Nangong Xu’s eyebrow twitched slightly, but he didn’t interrupt Ye Hua.

“When getting out of the car, Miss Xiaxia’s eyes were a bit red, as if she had cried.”

“What were they arguing about?” Nangong Xu couldn’t help but ask.

If it involved someone else, he would not bother with such trifling matters as an argument.

But when it came to Xiaxia and Mr.

Xiaojiu, he always found himself unavoidably concerned.

Ye Hua shook his head again: “I don’t know, the curtains were drawn after that, and I was wearing headphones to listen to music; I didn’t hear anything.”

“…” Nangong Xu was left speechless.

Of course, he knew Ye Hua wasn’t using headphones to listen to music because he wanted to, but because Mr.

Xiaojiu did not want him to hear or see what was happening behind them.

The two fell into silence, occasionally lifting their glasses to sip on red wine, preoccupied with their thoughts.

After a while, Nangong Xu stood up and stretched.

“You stay here.”

After speaking, he walked toward the inner room.

Hearing someone entering, Mu Xiaojiu’s gaze returned to the computer and he placed his wine glass on the desk.

Nangong Xu walked straight to the desk and sat down in the chair in front of it.

Mu Xiaojiu ignored him and began to work, his hands on the keyboard.

After staring at Mu Xiaojiu for a few seconds, Nangong Xu’s faint voice emerged.

“Mr. Xiaojiu, have you really fallen for the girl?”

Mu Xiaojiu’s fingers paused on the keyboard momentarily, but quickly, they resumed their dance.

This subtle movement didn’t escape Nangong Xu’s eyes; it seemed Mr.

Xiaojiu had truly developed feelings for the girl.

Although this was unexpected, now, he didn’t know how to broach the subject.

Persuade Mr.

Xiaojiu to give up?

He didn’t dare; that would likely only stoke Mr.

Xiaojiu’s anger.

But to continue according to the plan would be unbearably cruel to Baili Xia, and he couldn’t bear it.

In the room, the only sound was the fingers tapping on the keyboard—a sound inexplicably lonely, as if hinting at a certain unspoken anxiety.

Perhaps Mr.

Xiaojiu was also considering what to do…

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Xu still broke the silence.

“Even if you truly like her, ‘he’ will not let you two be together; after all, she is Baili Yang’s granddaughter.”

Mu Xiaojiu’s fingers again paused there, not moving again for a long time.

Nangong Xu’s voice hesitated, then continued: “If that girl continues to follow you, it will also bring her harm.”

“If you insist on letting that girl follow you, after this matter is over, how do you plan to settle things for her?”

Since he had started speaking, Nangong Xu wanted to make the issues clear, so he continued.

“When that girl finds out about all you’ve done, Mr. Xiaojiu, do you think, once everything is over, she will forgive you?”

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaojiu abruptly stood up, closed his eyes briefly, and his breathing grew labored.

He picked up the wine glass on the desk and drank it down in one gulp.

He didn’t speak; after setting down the wine glass, he walked out from behind the desk and headed to the outer living area of the presidential suite.