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“Not causing trouble for them now is the same as giving them a big hand.” Old Madam Mu had a clear understanding of the situation, and since everyone in the Mu family was kin, there was no worry of double-heartedness, so she felt very reassured.

Auntie Fu understood what Old Madam Mu meant. Seeing that the Old Madam’s complexion had eased somewhat, she stood up, walked over to the cabinet, and took a pill that Wen Xin had specially sent over.

“Knowing that Old Madam cares for Miss Wen and the Young Master, you should take good care of your own health and not get angry over some unworthy people. Please take your medicine, and I’ll go prepare the water for your wash.”

Auntie Fu’s voice was soft and soothing, comforting the Old Madam, encouraging her to have peace of mind and not to quarrel with those ignorant people.

It was quiet outside by now; the butler walked in from outside and came to Old Madam Mu, looking helplessly at the spirited Old Madam sitting on the bed.

“Old Madam, it’s my fault that the noise outside disturbed you…”

“It’s okay, the people outside haven’t left yet, have they? Keep an eye on him, don’t let him make any small moves. I’ll see him after breakfast, lest it affects my appetite and mood.”

Old Madam Mu wasn’t blaming the butler; she knew her son’s temperament well, so she was very clear that what he wanted to do was something the butler simply couldn’t stop, and it didn’t come as much of a surprise to her.

“Then I will arrange breakfast for Old Madam Mu from the small kitchen. I’ll go to the living room now to see if the senior Mr. Mu has any requests.”

The butler was a very competent person; he made even surveillance sound appealing with just a few words, making Old Madam Mu contentedly watch him, smile gently, and dismiss him with a wave of her hand.

“Go about your business, there’s no need to trouble Chengxi with the old mansion’s affairs…”

In Old Madam Mu’s mind, Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin had it hard enough already, especially now, with Wen Xin injured—such trivialities didn’t need to reach Mu Chengxi’s ears.

Auntie Fu and the butler both took Old Madam Mu’s instructions seriously, nodding earnestly. They would absolutely keep silent about anything Old Madam Mu didn’t want mentioned.

“Oh, by the way, there’s one more thing, Old Madam. The eldest daughter called early in the morning, saying she will move back in tonight to keep You company.”

“Mhm, then tidy up the eldest daughter’s courtyard well, prepare some dishes she likes to eat, and while you’re at it, ask Wen Xin and Chengxi if they want to come back for dinner. It’s been a long time since the two of them have had a meal here.”

Old Madam Mu thought of Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin and unconsciously smiled with affection — her partiality for them had its reasons.

“I will call Miss Wen and the Young Master later. It’s so early that the two of them are probably still asleep; after all, young people tend to love their sleep.”

The butler gave Old Madam Mu a knowing smile, nodding gently, then turned and left the Old Madam’s room.

Mu Jingang had finally managed to barge into Old Madam Mu’s courtyard from outside, but he had been waiting in the living room for a good hour and a half without catching a glimpse of Old Madam Mu.

“Butler, didn’t you say my mother had already woken up? Why hasn’t she come out yet? Get those blocking the door to move aside; I really have urgent business with my mother.”

Mu Jingang was already becoming restless and impatient; his tone carried a trace of harshness. If he weren’t worried about being kicked out, he would have already lost his temper.

It was unclear when exactly it happened, but the Mu family’s old mansion had acquired many more bodyguards than before. There had been protection previously, but he had never encountered security of this magnitude until now.

“Senior Mr. Mu, it’s not that I won’t let them leave,” the butler explained, a respectful smile on his face, “Old Madam Mu mentioned that she would meet with you after she finishes her breakfast. Please wait patiently for a few minutes.”

When Mu Jingang looked up at the butler, he felt an overwhelming urge to charge up and thrash him, but he restrained himself; there were more pressing matters at hand.

Once he secured the position as the head of the Mu family, he would surely drive the butler out of the Mu household.

After Old Madam Mu had her breakfast and drank a cup of hot tea in her room, she stood up and walked out.

When she entered the living room, she saw Mu Jingang sitting on the sofa with an ugly, irritable expression. She gave a meaningful smile and approached him.

“What brings you here so early in the morning?” she asked.

As soon as Mu Jingang heard Old Madam Mu’s voice, he quickly put away his phone, his previously irritated face now wreathed in smiles.

“I came to ensure you’re safe and sound,” he said. “You didn’t tell us when you left Beijing, and now that you’re back, you didn’t inform us either. I came immediately upon hearing the news.”

Mu Jingang stood up and walked over to Old Madam Mu, looking at her with a face full of respect. But anyone who knew him would never believe his words.

But Old Madam Mu was no ordinary person, and precisely because she knew him too well, she found it impossible to believe a word he said.

She looked up at Mu Jingang with a faint smile, then scoffed coldly, “Jingang, you are my son, and after forty or fifty years together, I know exactly the kind of person you are. So, if you have something on your mind, just say it. There’s no need for such insincere words—I don’t like to hear them!”

Old Madam Mu didn’t mince her words, sparing no face for Mu Jingang. She wasn’t in the mood for beating around the bush with him.

Mu Jingang had always been well aware of Old Madam Mu’s partiality for Mu Chengxi; despite his efforts to be a dutiful and responsible son, it seemed as if his sincerity was always tossed aside like worthless rags by her.

“Mother, I am your son. How can you speak to me this way? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong to displease you so!” he exclaimed.

Mu Jingang couldn’t hold back his emotions any longer and, with his face flushed and ears red, he glared at Old Madam Mu. Had it not been for the last vestiges of reason, he might have lashed out at her physically.

The butler, who was at her side, rushed forward to shield Old Madam Mu, his voice as soft as possible, attempting to calm Mu Jingang’s furious mood.

“Get out of my way!” Mu Jingang bellowed, rejecting the butler’s attempts to soothe him. He grabbed the butler and with a forceful shove, the butler was thrown aside, tumbling into a nearby chair.

Witnessing this scene, Old Madam Mu was instantly enraged, and she slammed her hand onto the table beside her.

“Mu Jingang, do you realize what you’re doing? What are you throwing a tantrum about here?”

“What am I throwing a tantrum about, Mother? You’re the one who’s driving me to this! If you truly understand me as you say you do, then you should know what I want. I can tell you plainly—I’ve already got the Mu Group in my hands, but I want more. I want the position of family head,” he declared.