Don't Think I Don't Know You Want to Take Liberties with Xu Mu

"So soon?"

Xu Mu was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but glance at Chen Xuan, who was already sitting on a small stool.

"We can discuss the details when we meet. Are you free tomorrow?"

Jiang Huihui's voice came through the phone.

"Yes, I'll call you tomorrow."

Xu Mu nodded in agreement.

Just as he hung up, Dai Xingluo parked her Mercedes AMG behind Xu Mu's car.

After she got out, she immediately attracted the attention of everyone eating barbecue around them.

In a major provincial city like Jiangshi Yangshi, Dai Xingluo's style of dress, while niche, wasn't exactly rare.

But in this remote county town, it felt like a dimensional strike.

Especially with Dai Xingluo's classical beauty looks, some people were left staring dumbfounded.

"Brother!"

Dai Xingluo immediately jogged over, linking her arm with Xu Mu's. "I received the cultivation technique, thank you."

"Don't mention it, we're all family here."

Xu Mu smiled and waved his hand.

"Now that we've escaped danger, let's get married!"

Dai Xingluo shook Xu Mu's arm, her eyes glancing at him with a hint of shyness before looking away, utterly charming.

The chopsticks in Meng Wanyue's hands suddenly snapped, her expression turning cold.

"Let's just sit down and eat first."

Xu Mu felt somewhat awkward. There was still that arranged marriage competition with Jiang Huihui on one side, and now talk of marriage on this side.

He couldn't handle it all, and besides, who knew if Dai Xingluo was being serious or not.

After they all took their seats, a middle-aged woman with permed hair came over with a notepad and menu.

She asked with a smile, "What would you like to order?"

Xu Mu looked at the others. "You guys order first."

"Brother Mu, you order. I'm just here to eat."

Chen Xuan, sitting across the small table, said with a laugh.

"Boss Xu, I'll follow your lead."

"Whatever brother eats, sister will eat."

...

Xu Mu skimmed the menu. "Twenty beef skewers, twenty lamb skewers, ten vegetable skewers, one grilled carp, one grilled eggplant, four squid skewers, two orders of grilled chives, and ten grilled oysters."

He just ordered some common items, then looked at Fang Chu. "Want some beer?"

"Alcohol? I've got good liquor here. I'll go get it from the car."

Chen Xuan stood up and walked towards the distance. He retrieved his woven bag and pulled out a plastic water bottle.

After sitting back down, he placed the bottle in front of Xu Mu.

Xu Mu examined the liquid inside, which looked slightly yellowish. "What is this?"

"This is wine my master brewed himself. Now that he's gone, there are still dozens of jars back in the village. I filled a few water bottles before coming down the mountain."

Chen Xuan picked up a plastic cup nearby, opened the cap, and poured a cup for Xu Mu. "Try it first."

Xu Mu picked up the cup and sniffed it. "Wow, brewed from rare spiritual herbs?"

"Exactly, several kinds. It's highly nourishing. Many of the seniors who visited my master came specifically to beg for some of this wine."

Chen Xuan nodded with a smile.

Xu Mu took a sip first. "Damn! That's strong! I feel like my strength even increased a bit."

"Brother, I want to try some too."

Dai Xingluo said with a smile from the side.

"No, you're driving."

Xu Mu waved his hand at Dai Xingluo.

"Sister-in-law, I have two more bottles in my bag. I'll give you one before we leave."

Chen Xuan said with a laugh.

Hearing this, Dai Xingluo immediately beamed with joy. This Chen Xuan was quite perceptive.

Meng Wanyue, upon hearing this, showed a trace of displeasure on her face, but she understood the reason.

She herself was too passive; she preferred Xu Mu to take the initiative.

But Dai Xingluo was actively pursuing him.

Soon, the barbecue arrived.

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan ate and drank. It's worth noting that for people at their cultivation level, they had resistance to ordinary alcohol.

But wine brewed from rare spiritual herbs was no different from consuming the herbs directly.

Just like steeping Spring Night Grass in water, the potent medicinal effects were hard for even martial artists to resist.

After just one plastic cup, Chen Xuan lay there motionless.

Xu Mu, however, just shook his head slightly. "You're still far from ready. This is truly good wine. It satisfies a craving and benefits cultivation."

He poured himself another cup and downed it in one go.

"Boss Xu, stop drinking. You're drunk."

Meng Wanyue reminded him from the side.

"Drunk? I'm just getting started, merely buzzed."

Xu Mu said with a smile. "You two, hurry up and eat."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he slumped face-down onto the table.

Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue looked at each other, then almost simultaneously reached out, each grabbing one of Xu Mu's arms.

"What are you doing? Brother is drunk, I'll take him home!"

Dai Xingluo glared coldly at Meng Wanyue. "Let go!"

"You let go! I live close to Boss Xu, I'll take him back!"

Meng Wanyue held on tightly. She had already guessed what Dai Xingluo was planning.

She might secretly take Xu Mu to a hotel and take advantage of him.

She had to protect Xu Mu's virtue and not let this woman succeed.

The other people around them were completely baffled by the scene.

They had initially thought these two men and two women were two couples, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

Several men at a table were practically green with envy.

They were all bare-chested, and tattoos could be seen on their arms.

A fat man exchanged a laughing glance with the others and got up, walking over.

"Hey, beauties, stop pulling. You might tear him apart."

The fat man, who had a tattoo of Guan Gong on his back, said with a smirk, "How about I give you a chance? You can pull me away instead. I'm way more of a beast than these two scrawny guys."

"Get lost!"

Dai Xingluo and Meng Wanyue turned their heads simultaneously, speaking in unison.

"Hahaha!"

The men sitting at the other table all burst out laughing upon hearing this.

The fat man's expression soured. "You dare curse at me? Then you're not leaving today!"

He had been drinking but wasn't completely wasted.

Young guys like Xu Mu and Chen Xuan, especially when drunk, loved showing off in front of beautiful women.

They had no sense of restraint.

That's why he hadn't approached while those two were still drinking.

But now, both of them were drunk and passed out. What trouble could these delicate beauties possibly stir up?

"I'll give you one more chance. Get the hell away from me, or I won't be polite!"

Meng Wanyue was already in a foul mood, especially after Chen Xuan had called Dai Xingluo 'sister-in-law,' which had pissed her off immensely.

"Oho, won't be polite? How exactly? Are you gonna pinch me to death like crabs?"

The fat man couldn't help but laugh.

The others who had been sitting with him all stood up and walked over with smiles, backing their buddy up.

But neither Dai Xingluo nor Meng Wanyue paid them any mind.

The two women still clung tightly to Xu Mu's arms, refusing to let go.

"Come on, sweetheart, hurry up! This big brother can't take it anymore. Show me how you won't be polite!"

The fat man continued advancing toward Meng Wanyue.

Thud!

Meng Wanyue lashed out with a kick. The fat man was sent flying backward on the spot, crashing into the table behind him.

His substantial weight caused the table to collapse.

"Damn it!"

The fat man writhed in pain on the floor, then roared, "You hit me? Beat them up!"

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