Taking Chen Xuan to Break Off the Engagement

Some directors of welfare homes were even moved to tears.

Since starting work a few years ago, Xu Mu had never stopped donating.

Can a person with such a kind heart be a villain?

Then, the official public account of the Xu Group also posted two settlement agreements.

They clearly stated that there were mutual fights and verbal disputes involved.

In the end, both parties acknowledged their own mistakes.

What does this prove?

It shows that the beating wasn’t one-sided. Someone tampered with the surveillance footage, selectively editing only the scenes of Xu Mu hitting others to mislead the public.

Just then, a new piece of information surfaced out of nowhere.

This time, the accounts and media defaming the Xu Group all came from one group:

The Chai Family Group in Jiangbei City.

A large number of netizens launched an offensive, flooding the Chai Family Group’s Douyin account with hundreds of thousands of angry comments.

Eventually, they had no choice but to disable comments.

Meanwhile, the videos insulting Xu Mu and the Xu Group were all taken down one after another.

……

Xu Mu sat in the car, scrolling through videos intensely.

He couldn’t help but sigh, “So this is business warfare?”

He had always thought business battles were grand and glamorous, but it turned out to be so plain and unremarkable.

However, he was also amazed at how meticulous Xu Shou’s mind was.

He must have known that Xu Mu would inevitably get into trouble in the future.

So, right when Xu Mu started working, Xu Shou began making donations to various welfare homes in Xu Mu’s name.

To make it look authentic, the donation amounts gradually increased from small to large.

Truly, nothing touches a parent's heart like this.

Xu Mu shook his head, too tired to watch any more. He felt the matter was almost settled.

Most likely, Fang Chu had teamed up with the Chai Family Group.

Fang Chu, a mere son-in-law, suddenly had ties to one of Jiangbei’s top families.

What merit or ability did he have?

Xu Mu made a bold guess: perhaps Fang Chu’s health had already recovered.

“Li Yun isn’t answering my calls. Looks like she believes Fang Chu’s story,” Xu Mu muttered.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Li Yun.

He hesitated for a moment, then answered.

“Xiao Mu, I’m sorry for not picking up earlier,” Li Yun’s voice was full of apology. She didn’t make excuses or say she didn’t see the calls.

“It’s okay. Auntie, if you don’t want to do it, just tell me directly,” Xu Mu said into the phone.

“I’ll do it! Xiao Mu, of course I’ll do it!” Li Yun’s voice choked with emotion.

She felt so ashamed of herself. Xu Mu had helped her again and again.

Yet, because of someone else’s video and a few short words, she had believed the other side.

After all the time she’d spent with Xu Mu, shouldn’t she be able to judge what kind of person he was?

He had helped treat her illness, saved her from that old man’s hands, and even gave her such a good job.

And this was how she treated him?

“Xiao Mu…”

“Auntie, a friend just called me. I have to hang up now,” Xu Mu cut her off and ended the call before she could say anything.

On the other end, Li Yun stared wide-eyed at the disconnected phone, completely stunned.

Xu Mu must be angry.

It was understandable—he had been so good to her, yet she suspected him of ill intentions, thinking he wasn’t a good person.

Especially when so many people were criticizing Xu Mu, she hadn’t stood by his side.

What’s the difference between that and a petty person repaying evil with kindness?

At this moment, someone was indeed calling Xu Mu, but he had no idea what Li Yun was thinking.

“Yun Wu, what’s going on?” Xu Mu asked with a smile.

“Looks like you don’t need my help anymore. My people went to Jiang City last night but couldn’t find that man. Didn’t expect him to admit his mistake today,” Yun Wu said.

“Heh, I guess your team made a wasted trip.”

Xu Mu roughly guessed the reason—it was probably Ma Feng, who had been directly taken by Lu Xueyao.

No wonder her people couldn’t find him.

“I’ve believed in you from the start. All those things online were fake,” Yun Wu said politely.

She had started doubting Xu Mu after seeing the videos online, but after watching further, she realized she had misunderstood him.

He was genuinely doing charity work, just like her.

So, Xu Mu figured the goddess behind “Dancing Alone Under the Moon” probably hadn’t deceived her either.

“Thanks, sister. By the way, could you help me look into my goddess?”

Xu Mu suddenly reminded her.

“I got it,” Yun Wu said, then hurriedly hung up.

Xu Mu smiled slightly and checked his justice points—they had indeed increased a bit.

It seemed that even from a distance, when others developed goodwill toward you, it still counted.

Just as Xu Mu was about to start driving home, his phone rang again.

He glanced at the screen—it was Jiang Huihui calling.

He answered immediately.

“Xu Mu, sorry, I had a fight with my grandfather yesterday and almost fainted, so I didn’t call you,” Jiang Huihui said. “I probably won’t be able to help you these days. My grandfather locked me up.”

“What?” Xu Mu was surprised. If that was the case, he’d have to take Chen Xuan along to find Jiang Huihui.

“By the way, why are you calling me?” Jiang Huihui asked.

“Send me your address. I’m coming over—I’ll take care of messing up your marriage plans,” Xu Mu said with a smile, deliberately keeping it vague.

“You’re not…” Jiang Huihui didn’t finish her sentence.

She felt embarrassed to say it outright.

Could it be that Xu Mu was planning to propose in person?

To marry her?

Jiang Huihui was a bit flustered, unsure whether to accept or not.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Mu asked curiously.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jiang Huihui said, thinking she might be overthinking it. Maybe he had other plans.

After getting the address, Xu Mu called Chen Xuan. It was still early, so they should be able to settle Jiang Huihui’s situation today.

Driving to Chen Xuan’s hotel, Xu Mu saw him coming out carrying a woven bag.

Beside Chen Xuan was a woman with dyed blonde hair.

Leaning against the car, Xu Mu smiled and asked, “Where did you find this beauty?”

Chen Xuan glanced at the woman and explained helplessly, “I was sleeping yesterday when someone knocked on my door. I found her standing there drunk out of her mind, couldn’t wake her up no matter what.”

“Heh! Handsome guy, sorry about last night. I drank too much and got the wrong room,” the blonde woman smiled at Chen Xuan. “You’re a good person. I’ll be going now.”

Xu Mu looked at the blonde woman—she was quite attractive. “You’ve got some serious luck, huh? How did you even run into something like this?”

“Things like this happen all the time. I was up in the mountains gathering herbs when I came across three women who had passed out,” Chen Xuan replied, waving his hand dismissively at Xu Mu.

Xu Mu was secretly shocked. Could this guy be some kind of natural-born woman’s magnet?

If that were true, Xu Mu could probably guess the trajectory of Chen Xuan’s story.

In simple terms, aside from his senior female apprentice, all the other women seemed to get involved with him because of some kind of accident.

Chances were, it was actually the women chasing after him.

Xu Mu shook his head slightly. Looks like he needed to deal with these unexpected encounters himself.

“Let’s go. I found Jiang Huihui’s place, I’ll take you there now!”

“You really are my bro. You helped me solve a huge problem.”

Chen Xuan gave Xu Mu a thumbs-up. “Mu bro, let’s head straight there.”

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