C182 True face (1/2)

”Yes, I have indeed participated in the past, but can you listen to what I have to say first?” Mu An was a little agitated. He was afraid that Mu Ziyao would be angered by his own problems and stop caring about him, or the Mu's. He could not accept it.

”Go ahead.” Mu Ziyao replied in a low voice, enduring the exploding emotions in his heart.

Mu An stared at Mu Ziyao who was about to collapse, and continued to speak word by word.

”Back then, if you had successfully married into the Fu Family, it would have been even less beneficial for us. Not only were we unable to get a single cent from the Fu Family, we would even have definitely added on the portion which your mother left behind. It was very simple, how could we allow such a thing to happen?”

Mu An paused, as if he was waiting for Mu Ziyao's reaction. Seeing that Mu Ziyao was looking somewhere, as if he was not satisfied with the result, he opened his mouth again, ”That's why I set up this trap with Bing Xian, that's it.”

Although he had guessed it before, when he heard Mu An speak of it in such a relaxed manner, without any emotion, each sentence brought with it all of the grievances he had suffered, all of the sinister intentions he had with Mu Bingxian, and even some sense of self-satisfaction, Mu Ziyao's heart felt like it was about to collapse.

What is it? Mu Ziyao couldn't explain it himself. Was it his last hope for his family? Mu Ziyao didn't know.

, who had told the truth, actually had a feeling of relief. It would be tiring if the mask was on his face for too long, and it would be tiring if he played a lot of roles that were respectful to him. Mu An felt that he had never been this carefree before, as if he had finally seen the light of day again.

Mu An looked down at the picture on An Hong's tombstone, looked at the woman who was obsessed with him, and looked at the picture of the woman he had fooled around with.

The woman's smile was very beautiful, it had illuminated many people's dreams before, but it did not reach Mu An's heart.

Not only was Mu An not guilty at all, he was even a little happy, as if he had finally gotten rid of some shackles.

Mu An's face revealed a ridiculing expression, no matter how pretty she was, she was still just a foolish woman who was played by him.

Mu Ziyao suddenly felt that his body was very cold. The warm autumn sun was clearly hanging in the air, shining on the rows and rows of stone tablets.

In the bleak autumn weather, Mu Ziyao suddenly felt extremely desolate.

Beside his ears, was the lonely mumble of the wind, as if there was a sound transmitted over from the wind. Mu Ziyao looked carefully, as if it was the song his mother used to sing when she was teasing him.

”Mom.” Mu Ziyao caressed the tombstone and muttered softly, his eyes revealed a little confusion.

To Mu Ziyao, living in Mu Ziyao was like playing a game of fate. In this world, other than his mother and son, there was no one else who truly loved him.

And Lin Shumo, who had once given him hope, before everything went back to normal, had also left her with that strand of warmth in his heart.

Fate, why are you treating me like this?

Mu Ziyao questioned her unfair fate in her heart, but she still forced herself not to express the despair that was about to spill out. She always remembered how Mu An mocked and ridiculed her back then, but now, she could not let him see her laughing.

Mu Ziyao wanted to use the world's most sarcastic and sarcastic words to curse at Mu An, and use his nails to tear apart Mu An's ordinary and somewhat playful face.

But thinking that this was in front of his mother's grave, afraid of dirtying his mother's pure land, he decided to give up.

”Mom, look, this is the man you once loved, the man you once risked your life to be with. He schemed against you for the rest of your life, but by the time you knew it, it was already too late. Don't ever meet him again in your next life!”