"Am I really that sleazy in your heart? I am an upright gentleman, a man of true temperament."
Xu Mu carried Tong Guoguo down from the helicopter and said with a smile, "I just took Tong Guoguo away right in front of those informants. What do you think they'll do?"
"They... will definitely report this news to the Immortality Research Institute," Chen Xuan thought for a moment and replied.
"Exactly. We are clearly enemies, yet I showed her so much concern and even took her away for a while."
Xu Mu smiled and said, "The key is that I didn't capture her. If I let her go right now, what will Mr. Soul think?"
"Brother Mu, brilliant!" Chen Xuan gave a thumbs up. "The other party clearly wanted to kill you, but you let her go. This defies common sense. They will definitely suspect that you two have reached some sort of cooperative agreement."
"It's just a little trick, but it will definitely cause a rift in their relationship."
Xu Mu tossed Tong Guoguo into the field, took out a silver needle, and pierced her acupoints.
Afterwards, Xu Mu flew the helicopter and left with Chen Xuan.
Tong Guoguo lay there with a furrowed brow. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.
She immediately looked left and right, finding herself in the middle of a field.
She stood up from the ground, but the pain in her arm made her gasp.
Her right arm was fractured, broken when she defended against Hao Yang's punch.
"What's going on? Why am I not dead?"
Tong Guoguo's face was full of confusion.
The first time Xu Mu let her go, he might have had malicious intentions.
He thought he could control her with just a random video.
But later, even he felt that was impossible. So why didn't he deal the killing blow when she fainted?
...
Xu Mu had already dropped Chen Xuan off at his home.
He gave him the spatial ring, but as for the contents inside, Xu Mu took them all.
Inside Tong Guoguo's ring, there weren't many natural treasures.
The most valuable item was an eighth-grade natural treasure.
It seemed this woman didn't have much of a stockpile, or perhaps whenever she got her hands on a treasure, she used it immediately.
Seeing that it was still early, Xu Mu drove to the pharmaceutical company in Jiang City.
Upon arriving, Xu Mu first gave Ye Tong a call.
A short while later, Ye Tong, wearing a white lab coat, walked over briskly.
"Hubby, why are you here?"
"I want to use the company's equipment to help me analyze something."
Xu Mu took out a red plastic bag from his storage space. Inside was a dagger stained with Tong Guoguo's flesh and blood.
He was extremely curious about this woman.
"Alright, I'll take it to the lab right now. Do you want to come along?"
Ye Tong asked with a smile.
"No need, just send me the lab report."
Xu Mu had sustained some injuries this time and wanted to go home and rest for a bit.
...
Returning home, Xu Mu took a shower. Just as he lay down on the bed, his phone rang.
He glanced at it with some resignation and saw it was Xu Ningbing calling.
"What's up?"
Xu Mu asked helplessly.
"The talks with the bosses in Jiangnan went well this time. Tonight, they invited me to a banquet in Jinling City, Jiangnan. I couldn't politely decline, so you're coming with me,"
Xu Ningbing said over the phone.
"Alright, I'll accompany you."
Xu Mu nodded and agreed.
Even though Xu Ningbing was currently a fairly skilled ancient martial artist, Xu Mu still wasn't completely at ease.
With the old man not at home right now, her safety naturally fell under his protection.
Xu Mu dozed off for a little over an hour before being woken up by Xu Ningbing's call; she had already arrived at the front door.
Xu Mu got dressed and went to the front gate, finding a Mercedes-Benz S-Class parked there.
He opened the rear door and got in. "Let's go!"
"You've got a lot of nerve, making me act as your driver. Sit in the front!"
Xu Ningbing turned her head and said.
"If you want to be close to me, just say so. You sure find a lot of excuses."
Xu Mu laughed, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.
Xu Ningbing rolled her eyes at Xu Mu, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
"Isn't it a bit early to leave now for an evening banquet?"
Xu Mu rolled down the window, feeling the breeze outside.
He originally hadn't had a good impression of the Xu Ningbing in front of him when he first became the villain Xu Mu.
However, as they interacted more deeply, he realized she was actually a pretty good person.
"Can't we go early and rest for a bit? It's a few hours' drive; we can't just jump straight into the banquet the moment we arrive."
Xu Ningbing gave Xu Mu a calm look. "What? Do you feel I'm wasting your time, leaving you no time to get close to other beauties?"
"No."
Xu Mu shook his head.
"How exactly are you treating people like Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo?"
Xu Ningbing looked straight ahead. "Even though I have no right to meddle in your private affairs, I still want to know."
"If you were me, what would you do?"
Xu Mu looked at Xu Ningbing and asked.
"I would make it clear to them that I already have a wife and tell them to stay away from me."
Xu Ningbing answered without hesitation.
"And if they don't leave? If they just keep pestering you, what would you do?"
Xu Mu continued to ask.
"I..."
Xu Ningbing hesitated for a moment and shook her head. "I don't know."
In her mind, most women had thin skin and would definitely choose to leave after being told such a thing by a man.
But thinking about it carefully, there were indeed some women who, even knowing a man had a wife, would refuse to let go, just like those mistresses.
Dai Xingluo's words from last time proved she didn't care about Ye Tong's existence at all.
And since Ye Tong herself hadn't said anything, Xu Ningbing had even less of a right to speak on the matter.
"Let nature take its course."
Xu Mu said, glancing at Xu Ningbing.
There were some things he couldn't say openly. He couldn't just bluntly declare that he was going to build a harem.
He would absolutely not let down anyone who treated him well.
"You're right. I won't ask you this kind of question again in the future. It's not like you forced them, and these sorts of things never really make logical sense anyway."
Xu Ningbing knew that Xu Mu was very generous and had given Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo many treasures.
She couldn't very well forbid Xu Mu from giving them more treasures; that would be overstepping her bounds too much.
...
Jinling City.
Xu Ningbing parked the car in the underground garage of a hotel. Before they arrived, her secretary had already booked the hotel.
And the top floor of this hotel today was exactly where the banquet was being held.
The two took the elevator to the hotel's accommodation floor.
It was a standard room. Xu Mu lay on one of the beds, closed his eyes, and perceived the situation throughout the entire hotel.
Suddenly, Xu Mu's eyes widened. He actually spotted Wu Tian in one of the hotel's restaurants.
He was currently eating Japanese cuisine with a woman wearing a long dress.
Xu Mu frowned. Why was Wu Tian here?
Thinking carefully, Mount Lumang was within the borders of Jiangnan, and Wu Tian had also initially appeared in Jiangnan.
Could this be Wu Tian's home base? In the plot, did he start his rise from Jiangnan?
Xu Mu shook his head. How interesting.
Xu Ningbing was also lying on the bed on the other side, looking at her phone. Even while lying down, her impressive figure was still apparent.
After resting here for a while, the sky gradually darkened.
Xu Ningbing also received a phone call, so she brought Xu Mu along, and they took the elevator to the top floor.
Taking out their invitation, the two smoothly entered the banquet hall.
By now, quite a few businessmen had already gathered here, chatting among themselves.
The moment a woman like Xu Ningbing made her entrance, she instantly became the center of everyone's attention.
Xu Mu scanned the room and immediately spotted Wu Tian drinking in the corner.

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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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