Feng Yue saw Xu Mu slip into the room and tidied her hair once more.
She didn’t even know why, but a sense of guilt crept over her.
Especially since Ye Tong was so kind to her.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Yue opened the door, a smile spreading across her face.
"Mrs. Xu."
Feng Yue walked over.
"Just call me by my name," Ye Tong said with a smile as she stepped inside. "Calling me Mrs. Xu feels too formal."
"Is my husband at your place? I saw his car at your house," Ye Tong asked.
"No, he probably went out to buy something," Feng Yue replied with a smile, inviting her in. "Come in and have a seat?"
"Sure, he hasn’t come back yet anyway."
Ye Tong nodded.
Feng Yue was a little surprised; she had only been polite, but Ye Tong agreed right away.
So she turned and headed toward the living room.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Feng Yue asked with a gentle smile.
"No, just sitting and chatting for a bit is fine."
Ye Tong sensed this was an opportunity and decided she should take the initiative.
At that moment, Xu Mu was just behind the door, observing the two through a crack, listening in on their voices.
"Alright, I’m free now anyway."
Feng Yue smiled and sat down on the sofa. "What shall we talk about?"
"Let’s talk about Xu Mu—my husband."
Ye Tong looked at Feng Yue. "Ye Yu isn’t here today, so the two of us can share some little secrets from our hearts. For example, you actually knew Xu Mu a long time ago, didn’t you?"
Feng Yue’s smile faded gradually. "What do you mean?"
"I’ve known for a while. You used to run a bar, and Xu Mu often went there to drink."
Ye Tong recalled the last time when Xu Mu had even let her listen to a recording of Feng Yue being beaten.
He had also told her that his approach to Feng Yue was just a way to find the traitor in the company.
But that was from Xu Mu’s perspective.
From Feng Yue’s point of view, a handsome and wealthy man had been winning her favor all along.
Ye Tong was convinced that Feng Yue had long since developed feelings for Xu Mu.
"So you knew all along," Feng Yue murmured softly.
She had underestimated Ye Tong, initially thinking this woman was the type who didn’t like to think much—a simple, dutiful wife.
But now it seemed Ye Tong knew everything, just choosing to keep quiet.
"When you first came to my house and met Xu Mu, you pretended not to know him. That was way too deliberate."
Ye Tong stared at Feng Yue. "The more you pretended not to know, the more it proved how familiar you really were. You did it just to hide it from me, didn’t you?"
Feng Yue suddenly felt flustered, as if her secret had been caught.
Behind the door, Xu Mu was also taken aback. In the original plan, Ye Tong was supposed to be a gentle and virtuous woman.
Ye Yu was the one with the deep and cunning nature.
But now it seemed Ye Tong was just as shrewd.
Feng Yue was at a loss for words in the face of Ye Tong’s accusations.
"Do you like Xu Mu?" Ye Tong suddenly shifted the topic and smiled.
"I…"
"You like him, and I like him too. Logically, we should be on the same side."
Ye Tong began hinting, smiling as she grabbed Feng Yue’s hand.
"I only know that when it comes to women, if our paths don’t match, we can’t be allies."
Feng Yue gave a sly laugh.
She thought Ye Tong was just trying to trick her into admitting she liked Xu Mu.
Maybe her phone was even recording everything.
Feng Yue could never admit it, but deep down, she still felt that Xu Mu should be with Ye Tong.
After all, she was the third party; she couldn't destroy their relationship.
“Birds of a feather flock together? Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Different paths lead to the same destination’?”
Ye Tong grabbed Feng Yue’s palm.
“?”
Feng Yue was completely stunned.
Wow, how is Ye Tong’s driving skills even better than hers?
Xu Mu, hiding behind the door, was also so shocked he was speechless—these words hit him right in the face.
Well played, Ye Tong!
All this time, she acted so innocent in front of him, but she’s actually a seasoned pro.
Tonight, he’s going to have to teach her a lesson.
“Stop pretending. I can see it—I know you like her. Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” Ye Tong said to Feng Yue. “Have you ever heard of the hidden families?”
“Yes, I have.”
Feng Yue nodded.
“Then I won’t bother explaining. To be honest with you, the Xu family is about to become one of those hidden families.”
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Feng Yue got up and walked toward the door, then said to Ye Tong, “It’s Ye Yu.”
Ye Tong sighed. This really wasn’t the right time.
She also stood up and headed toward the door. One thing she was sure of: Feng Yue was bolder than Meng Wanyue.
Meng Wanyue probably also liked Xu Mu, but she definitely wouldn’t want to share a man with another woman.
Feng Yue was different.
Ye Tong didn’t look down on Feng Yue; she genuinely thought Feng Yue was cut out to be the other woman and might agree to team up with her against Xu Mu.
Xu Mu, hiding in the room, sensed that both Feng Yue and Ye Tong had left the living room.
Feeling reassured, he came out of the room, went down the stairs to the second floor, and then jumped out the window.
He circled back around from the rear street to the front.
The three of them—Ye Tong, Feng Yue, and Ye Yu—didn’t return to the living room inside the villa but stayed chatting in the courtyard.
When Xu Mu passed by the gate, he greeted them, “What are you all doing out here?”
“Brother-in-law! Where have you been?” Ye Yu ran over first. “The car’s at home, but you weren’t there. I thought you were here.”
“I went to the gate to buy some things,” Xu Mu explained with a smile.
Ye Yu came up to him, linked her arm through his, and smiled, “What did you buy? Another gift for me?”
“In a few days, you’ll have your college entrance exams. After you pass, I’ll buy you a gift based on your scores,” Xu Mu said with a smile.
“Oh, Ye Yu, have you decided which school you want to apply to?” Ye Tong walked over and asked.
“Based on your scores, you should be able to get into Yanjing University, right?”
“If I get in, I won’t go. It’s too far from home,” Ye Yu shook her head and smiled at Ye Tong.
“I remember you said Yanjing University was your dream.”
“That was before. Now it’s different.”
Ye Yu glanced secretly at Xu Mu as she spoke.
[Affection +10]
She used to want to study far away, mainly to get away from Xu Mu.
But now, she didn’t want to leave him.
Besides, Xu Mu’s family runs a company, so she wouldn’t lack job opportunities in the future.
“I’ll do whatever you say.”
Ye Tong also thought it was good to have Ye Yu stay by her side.
……
After a while, the group returned home, and Ye Tong began preparing dinner.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, deep in thought, before finally deciding to invite Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue.
After all, he had promised them earlier, and both of them were quite capable.
With that in mind, Xu Mu sent them messages one by one.
After dinner,
Xu Mu pulled Ye Tong back to the room—this woman needed a proper lesson.
It took Xu Mu a good while to realize who had been driving today.
Such an experienced driver, yet pretending in front of him.
……

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