Marry Me Quick novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520

Muchen scoffed with his silence. Then, without hesitation, the man kicked Chuan in the gut.

The subordinate fell like a ragdoll. It was a great feat to strike the huge man down for a six-foot man.

The commotion alerted a few cops at the police station's entrance.

A guard yelled, "Hey, what are you fools fighting in front of the police station for?"

"What does it matter? Does it concern you?" The perpetrator gave the man a harsh glare.

Jingshu had already assisted Chuan in standing up at this point. Then, he remarked, "This is our private affair. I'm teaching my staff some lessons."

The cops no longer questioned them after observing their conduct.

Jingshu approached Muchen with a concerned face after allowing Chuan to rest against the rail to stabilize: "What happened? Why are you beating Chuan?"

"Don't stress over it." After giving him a stern look, Muchen strode past him and approached the opened car.

"Drive," he said to the injured man.

The man silently opened the automobile door, got inside, and started the engine.

He was soon followed by other subordinates who got into their designated vehicles.

When Jingshu observed that Muchen's vehicle had left, he spat in his direction. "Bastard, pick on someone your own size."

He quickly followed Chuan to pick up Muchen after learning about him as soon as he returned from Jingcheng.

In the end, Muchen was lucky. "Don't worry about it."

Is Muchen still looking at his brother?

In the end, Jingshu was only able to turn around and walk away while looking downcast.

...

As soon as the car stopped at the villa's entrance, Muchen opened the door and strode in.

"You're back, sir."

The moment Muchen walked in, a servant took a seat to greet him.

They didn't matter to Muchen, who hurried upstairs.

He marched to the study room, bedroom, and children's room. All empty...

Ziyue was not present despite his thorough investigation of every room.

He clenched his hand and slammed the wall next to him.

Blood trickled from his knuckles.

Chuan was close by to witness the whole scene.

He chose not to intervene when he saw Muchen in this state. He instead turned around and spoke with one of his subordinates as they were murmuring to each other.

After stopping for a moment, Muchen strolled over to the study.

Chuan trailed behind.

After walking inside the study, Muchen settled down on the sofa and uttered the expressionless command, "Talk."

"My wife assumed that Mr. Qin had something to do with this situation, so she went to find him. They departed last evening. Miss Gu has one more thing going for her."

This caught Chuan's attention. He added, "Miss Gu may have been located by Mr. Qin."

A frigid smile appeared on Muchen's normally expressionless face as soon as he heard those words.

Chuan shuddered at the grin.

"Found her? There is absolutely no reason to act on this," Muchen scoffed.

Although Chuan didn't grasp what Muchen stated, he refrained from pressing the matter.

Someone began to knock on the door at this time.

Before Muchen could say anything, the door was opened as he turned to confront it.

Zixi, who was running towards him in a brilliant yellow suit and shaky legs, called out, "Father."

For a little while, Muchen glanced down at him and noticed Zixi avidly examining him. He eventually gave Zixi a hug.

"Go meet Lin Xiaofei's family," he whispered as he pinched Zixi's little face with softening eyes.

When Chuan heard the remarks, his expression tempered just a little. He paused before responding, "I have never seen her family."

"You want to see someone alive. Of course, you wouldn't be able to," Muchen remarked. He placed Zixi on the sofa next to him and sat down.

The man stared in shock. Chuan soon departed to seek the family in question.

...

Chuan returned with a broad face of worry, covered in grime and interior disquiet.

Muchen did not move from his quarters. He was busy feeding Zixi on his lap.

The man could only withhold his tongue and observe his superior.

"You're free to speak now," Muchen ordered. The occupied father picked out a fishbone with his chopstick before feeding the rest to Zixi.

Chuan hastily stated, "I found the bodies of Lin Xiaofei's family in the suburbs." He fidgeted the ring on his finger, "There were four bodies in total. Killed by stab wounds. This was done by professionals."

"Goodness."

Muchen barely showed remorse.

Chuan, on the other hand, had not identified Muchen's motive.

Muchen gazed up at him, assessing him from head to toe: "Go and relax. Prepare for country J tomorrow."

It was time for him to meet his nice granddad.

He had never clashed with Yuchuan before, partly because he still cared about their connection; after all, they were family.

He subsequently changed his mind.

Not only did he have to face Yuchuan, but he also intended to destroy everything there was about Yuchuan.

Wealth, status...

Yuchuan would demolish everything.

...

"Good morning, Miss Ziyue."

Ziyue emerged from the bathroom to see a queue of maids standing in her room.

They were all holding clothes and jewelry. The maids were courteous to a fault.

That was not the same respect given by the staff at home. The servants of Mogwin Castle were servants, precisely like the slaves in old society; they owed their masters complete allegiance and obedience.

"Put it here, I'll do it myself. I don't need your services," Ziyue remarked, taking two steps forward.

She and Yuchuan and his entourage arrived at Mogwin Castle just before noon today.

When she and Muchen last visited Country J, she departed after viewing a royal horse race. Since then, Muchen had not brought her to Mogwin Castle.

This was her first visit here, yet she had seen castles before, even in the nation where she studied abroad. Those palaces could not be compared to the Mogwin family's castles.

She was taken aback by the hundreds of servants neatly lined up as soon as she entered the castle.

Among them were the culinary staff, as well as those in charge of the castle's greening and cleaning...

And it didn't even include the castle guards.

It was the first time that Ziyue saw this kind of aristocratic pomp.

Even so, she wasn't startled to see these maids when she came out with just robes.

These folks, however, did not depart with her command; instead, they stood there bent over Ziyue, moving every step of the way.

Ziyue understood that if she didn't let them serve her, they wouldn't go out, so she had to make a compromise.