Because You're My Sister, I Let You Have Your Way

Xu Mu passed by Meng Wanyue with a smile and said, "Don't forget tonight—I'm treating you to dinner."

"Mm."

Meng Wanyue nodded.

Xu Mu left the office, took the elevator, and headed to the president's office.

The chairman, Xu Shou, occupied the top floor, while the president, Xu Ningbing, was one floor below him.

When Xu Mu arrived on this floor, many employees greeted him with smiles.

Some of them held higher positions than him in theory, but who could argue when he was the chairman's son?

Xu Mu walked up to the president's office and knocked lightly on the door.

Only after hearing the cool voice from inside did he push the door open and enter.

Xu Ningbing was seated in her executive chair, eyes fixed on the computer beside her.

Her office had a completely different style from Xu Shou’s.

Xu Shou’s space was minimalist, with only a treadmill as his sole fitness equipment.

But Xu Ningbing’s office was packed with gear—a black punching bag, a large yoga mat, and more.

"Sis, you wanted to see me?"

Xu Mu closed the door behind him and casually took a seat on the sofa.

"Let’s keep this brief. Where did you find your secretary, Meng Wanyue?"

Xu Ningbing adjusted her glasses, her expression indifferent as she glanced at Xu Mu.

At first, she had assumed Xu Shou had assigned Meng Wanyue as Xu Mu’s bodyguard, but after asking around, she learned that wasn’t the case.

"I didn’t find her—she passed the interview on her own. Why?"

Xu Mu frowned in confusion.

Had Xu Ningbing uncovered her true identity?

"Then how did you know she’s so skilled in combat?" Xu Ningbing pressed.

"During the interview, she mentioned she had training in fighting and self-defense."

Xu Mu came up with an excuse on the spot.

He couldn’t exactly tell the truth—that Meng Wanyue was one of the Dragon King’s three thousand elite soldiers.

"Your wife is Ye Tong. Do you know what the Ye family used to do?"

Xu Ningbing crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

The movement accentuated her ample curves, making them impossible to ignore—so much so that Xu Mu’s gaze lingered involuntarily.

"I’m talking to you!"

Xu Ningbing snapped coldly.

"Ah… I know. Ye Pharmaceuticals—their main business was in medicine," Xu Mu replied, sticking to the script. "Back then, the Ye family was making a last-ditch effort, and we invested heavily, but it still fell through in the end."

"Exactly. But our father is a man who repays kindness. After the Ye family collapsed, we took in their former employees and even invested in a new pharmaceutical company."

Xu Ningbing paused before continuing, "We successfully developed a new drug, but right before its launch, the formula was leaked."

"What? There’s a traitor in the company?"

Xu Mu narrowed his eyes. This wasn’t part of the original plot.

Had his presence caused the world to deviate?

"Correct. Just last night, the prices of all our raw materials nearly doubled—clearly manipulated by someone."

Xu Ningbing removed her glasses, and her demeanor shifted dramatically.

She wore them to soften her sharp features, but without them, she looked every bit the untouchable queen, radiating intimidation.

"You suspect Meng Wanyue?"

Xu Mu finally understood why Xu Ningbing had called him here.

"Exactly. I’ll be straight with you—she’s no ordinary person. With her skills, why would she settle for being a secretary?"

Xu Ningbing stared at Xu Mu pointedly.

"She’s only been here a few days. How could she possibly get her hands on the formula? Even I don’t have access to it."

Xu Mu countered, though he already knew Meng Wanyue wasn’t the traitor.

She was indeed a spy, but her current mission was only to protect Ye Tong and Ye Yu.

The Dragon King didn’t even know what the Xu family did—how could he have ordered her to steal company secrets?

"Who knows what methods she used? But her motives are definitely not pure."

Xu Ningbing leaned forward. "Either find an excuse to fire her, or hand her over to me. I’ll keep her under constant surveillance."

"I’ll keep her with me. I have more free time—easier to monitor her."

Xu Mu had no intention of letting Meng Wanyue go. He needed to get closer to her and pull her to his side.

"With your brain? You think you can monitor her?"

Xu Ningbing looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Seriously? Judging by what happened with the Su family, you’re not exactly a genius either."

Xu Mu crossed his legs and smirked. "Or do you have another reason for wanting Meng Wanyue by your side?"

"I—what other reason could I have?"

Xu Ningbing averted her gaze, but inwardly, she was stunned.

What was going on with her foolish younger brother lately?

Ever since the Su family incident, it was like he’d become a completely different person.

Xu Mu had hit the mark.

Xu Ningbing did have ulterior motives for keeping Meng Wanyue close.

Surveillance was one thing, but she also had a personal interest—Meng Wanyue was incredibly strong.

Xu Ningbing had a hunch that she might even be at the level of a legendary ancient martial artist.

She’d heard about such warriors from Xu Shou before, but someone as clueless as Xu Mu wouldn’t know a thing about them.

Having Meng Wanyue waste her time with him was a crime.

It’d be better if she stayed with Xu Ningbing, where she could use her authority as president to train and guide her.

Xu Ningbing had loved combat since childhood and dreamed of becoming an ancient martial artist herself.

That was why she’d summoned Xu Mu—to convince him to hand Meng Wanyue over.

"Sis, I think you just want Meng Wanyue to train you, don’t you?"

Xu Mu suddenly grinned.

"I have no such intentions."

Xu Ningbing feigned indifference.

"Then why not ask me? I can train you too."

Xu Mu chuckled.

It suddenly occurred to him—the Dragon King had won Xu Ningbing over with his overwhelming strength.

He could use the same tactic to boost her favorability toward him.

Turning her goodwill positive would net him ten times the justice points.

"Xu Mu, don’t embarrass yourself. I held back this morning at the combat center because you’re my brother. Meng Wanyue went easy on you, and now you actually think you’re some kind of expert?"

Xu Ningbing slammed her hands on the desk and stood up. "Since we were kids, when have you ever beaten me? Every time we fought, I made you cry!"

Xu Mu searched his memories and realized it was true—the original Xu Mu had always been terrified of Xu Ningbing.

As a child, he hadn’t dared to fight her, and as an adult, after she’d trained in combat, he stood no chance.

"Pfft. That’s because you’re my sister. I let you win so you wouldn’t cry."

Xu Mu stood as well, hands in his pockets. "You didn’t actually think I couldn’t take you, did you?"

"Xu Mu, there’s no one else here. If you’re really that good, let’s settle this right now."

Xu Ningbing felt like her brother had been getting way too cocky lately.

She kicked off her high heels and shrugged out of her office blazer.

Inside was a thin black sweater, its front stretched taut by two intimidating curves, creating an overwhelming presence.

"Come on," Xu Ningbing crooked her finger at Xu Mu, "show me just how strong you are."