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To be honest, part of the reason why she made up those rumors was to humiliate the Mu family. The main reason was to vent her anger at her actions of kicking him out of the house.

He wanted to let her see just how popular Gu Mo City was as a man. Countless women fought over him to throw them into his embrace, yet she dared to sweep him out of the house without a care in the world!

He would enrage her, enrage her, and then let her save him.

But now, it was him who took the initiative to look for her door. What made him most frustrated was that she even changed the key on the door!

Mu Wenwen looked up at his gloomy face for a long time. Then, he got up from the sofa and gently pushed him away. He walked towards the kitchen. She stayed there and calmly brewed her own coffee. Her voice was ethereal and light.

"Second Young Master, why are you so angry? Isn't this the result you wanted?"

Wasn't humiliating the Mu family what he wanted? She had only cooperated with him, shouldn't he be happy?

Gu Mo City was rendered speechless by her because every word she said made sense.

Humiliating the Mu family was indeed the result he wanted, but how did he become this hysterical? And what did he want to question her about?

After being poured cold water on his head like this, he suddenly felt that his current actions were extremely childish, to the point where he no longer had the cold and fierce attitude of someone who wanted to be the first to bow down to him.

Suddenly, he felt that he had lost a bit of face. Her calm voice once again entered his ears, easing his embarrassment.

"Second Young Master, I've just made some coffee. Why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

Actually, inviting him to drink coffee had no other meaning, she only felt that his awkwardness wanted to leave him some face, and she felt sorry for him as he stood there helplessly like a child.

And he was a smart man, too, and he took the step she gave him and sat down on the sofa. She mixed the coffee and put it in front of him and said politely,

"Second Young Master, please enjoy!"

As for her, she took her cup of wine and went up to the pavilion. She had already given him enough face, hoping that he would stop making things difficult for her.

In the following days, he no longer had anything to do with other women, but he started to get entangled with Mu Xi Yan. In the following days, he no longer had anything to do with other women, but he started to get entangled with Mu Xi Yan.

As expected, news of Mu Xi Yan being hidden by the management company Chen Ji Xue soon spread. The reason was that Mu Xi Yan had frequently spread rumors with Gu Mo City, and as Gu Mo City's wife, she was always calm and composed, not making a fuss.

Everyone's impression of Mu Xiyan became worse and worse. Originally, seducing their brother-in-law wasn't a bright idea, but she was always high key in showing off to him, so Ji Hao decided to keep her hidden.

Mu Xi Yan had a grudge against her in the first place, but now that she was being hidden by the snow and hated to the bones, she blamed it all on her.

That day in the Mu family, Mu Xiyan was hysterical and wanted to tear her to shreds. She just calmly dodged her attack and told her,

"Third Sister, you're so stupid!"

"Actually, we are both victims. He is the one who reaped the most benefits! "He knows that I won't pursue your matter, but he still doesn't know about you. It's to make your image fall day by day, and then drop to the point where it can't be changed!"

Mu Xi Yan, on the other hand, was foolish enough to think that she had taken revenge on him just like that. She thought that this would prove her importance to him, but she didn't know that it would ultimately ruin her life.

Of course, Mu Xiyan wouldn't listen to what she said at all. Mu Xiyan was just like Mu Lingfeng, she had a deep prejudice against her, and even if her analysis was right, they still chose to ignore her words. She was too lazy to bother with them.

After that, Mu Xiyan's image fell. Once, someone lost an egg on the street. Chen Ji simply sent her abroad in the name of avoiding the limelight.

Chen Ji's third young master was his brother and such an idea definitely had something to do with him. However, Mu Ran was still grateful for him for doing this as he could save Mu Xi Yan from causing trouble for her by staying in the country.

After the storm subsided, Mu Ran and Gu Mo City's next meeting was in the early winter of a few months later.

That would be the first snow of the year. Snowflakes would fall everywhere, covering the streets, rooftops, and branches. From a distance, the entire city seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious mist.

She was still sleeping in her warm bed. Without his pestering, her days these past few months had returned to their normal state before her marriage, tranquil and calm without any ripples.

In class, she would work with Uncle Heng to earn some money. Most of her time was spent helping out in the orphanage. She had already treated this place as her home since the Mu family was just an ice-cold form to her.

The only thing that made her uneasy was Uncle Heng's body. Due to working hard for a long time, his body was getting worse and worse every day. And now, every time he went out, Uncle Heng would always follow her. It wasn't safe to say that she was a girl after all.

She had repeatedly advised Uncle Heng to rest well, but he refused. He said that as long as he lived for one day, he would accompany her. However, she was wearing an ordinary human skin mask, so she didn't think that any man would be interested in that face.

In order to make herself look more powerful, she had endured the pain of scalding her long black hair into a charming wave, and had even dyed it a bewitching wine red.

Everyday walking among those who lick their blood with their sabers, her delicate appearance would probably be bullied to death by others. Currently, she was standing against the waves of red wine, exuding a strong decadent and cold aura. Coupled with her cold and fierce gaze, it made people feel a little intimidated from looking at her.

Without that human skin mask, she was the beautiful Mu Wenyan. With that human skin mask on her face, she was the genius doctor of medicine, the "Sunflower of the Dark Night".

Yes, she named herself Sunflower of the Dark Night.

Sunflower and dark night seemed to be two things that could never be touched. She wanted to be like a sunflower, even in the darkest and dampest environment, but she never gave up her pursuit of light.

The majority of the people she saved were bad people. She didn't know whether she should go to hell or not, but to doctors, there was no distinction between good and bad people. There was only the difference between life and death.

But she used the money to help the orphans who were sick in the orphanage, and to give the children hope of living, and she sometimes felt that her life was a contradiction.

Wine red hair scattered across the bed, coquettish and lazy.

She stretched her white arms out from under the quilt and turned around, planning to continue sleeping, when her phone suddenly rang. She sleepily grabbed the phone, and from the phone came Lin Wen Cheng's trembling voice.

"Xiao Yan, she … she miscarried …"

"What?"

In a split-second, she lost all sleepiness as she grabbed her phone and sat up from the bed.

Mu Lingfeng's child had already been gone for four months. Anyone would feel their heart ache when they talked about it like that, not to mention that she was a doctor that stole people from the hands of the god of death every day.

After hanging up from Lin Wen Cheng's call, she hurriedly got up and prepared to go to the hospital. As a younger sister, she should go visit him at this time. Perhaps they didn't care, but she had to do it out of courtesy.

When she opened the curtain, she found that it was already snowing outside. Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, one after another. Her slim body suddenly trembled, and she hugged herself.

Yes, ever since that snowy night two years ago, when she had betrayed and waited here, she had been filled with rejection of snowy weather. In reality, she did not have any particularly uncomfortable symptoms. She just felt cold.

That coldness came from the bottom of her heart. No matter how thick her clothes were, she still felt it. She shivered from the cold and wished that she could die in this snow.

Opening the wardrobe to find some clothes to wear, she wore them one after the other, afraid that she would die of cold if she went out. In the end, she wrapped herself up like a dumpling and looked at the woman in the mirror, who was as round as a ball, from head to toe.