Chapter 383 – Your family’s plum blossom is lost again (59)
His actions, however, were misinterpreted by Mu Li as Yan Luo not believing him. His grip tightened involuntarily, and his voice sank, carrying a hint of urgency.
“He’s not normal. He’s different from us. Everything I’m saying is true.”
Yan Luo took advantage of the moment to abruptly withdraw her hand. She glanced at him, her brows furrowing slightly. Naturally, she knew that the fewer people who knew about such things, the better. So, she simply said,
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
With that, she ignored Mu Li and prepared to go downstairs.
But Mu Li, whose heart had long been consumed by jealousy and resentment, wasn’t about to let her leave so easily.
Yan Luo still treated him with the same distant attitude as before, like a stranger.
Mu Li’s expression darkened instantly, and a deep voice echoed behind her.
“We were all together… so why are you treating me differently?”
When were they ever together? And if she had to respond to every person who liked her, that wouldn’t be kindness, it would be insanity.
Too lazy to deal with him, she turned toward the staircase. Just as she reached the landing, a sudden force shoved her from behind, sending her tumbling forward.
A chilling voice muttered behind her,
“If I can’t have you, then neither can he…”
Lunatic!
Yan Luo clenched her teeth, trying to adjust her posture to minimize the fall. But just then, she heard the sound of urgent footsteps rushing toward her.
The next moment, a strong hand caught her unbalanced body, yanking her forcefully into a firm embrace.
A familiar scent washed over her, making her momentarily freeze. But the motion didn’t stop—her savior stumbled back a couple of steps, nearly falling himself, before colliding against something hard.
A muffled groan sounded above her head.
Yan Luo instinctively looked up and called out, “Mu Ci!”
Mu Ci held her with one arm, his back pressed against the sharp edge of the staircase landing. The staircase wasn’t high, but the surrounding decorations—placed for aesthetic appeal—posed a real danger if one were to fall on them.
A searing pain spread from his lower back, making Mu Ci’s expression turn even colder. If he hadn’t come looking for her in time, what exactly had that bastard been planning to do to his girl?
“Mu Ci…” Mu Li, standing at the top of the stairs, froze for a moment, his hands slowly clenching.
“Are you okay?” Mu Ci asked, still holding onto Yan Luo as he got to his feet.
Yan Luo frowned as she noticed the sharp corner behind Mu Ci. Without thinking, she reached out to check his injury, but Mu Ci caught her small hand in his own.
Lowering his head slightly, his lips brushed against her hairline as he murmured,
“I’m fine. Go downstairs and find Grandpa Yan. Tell him to call security.”
Seeing the way she blinked up at him—eyes wide, startled, and a little lost—Mu Ci’s gaze deepened. He reached out and patted her head.
“Hurry.”
Glancing at Mu Li’s weak appearance and then at Mu Ci, who looked as if he were about to explode, Yan Luo swallowed hard before scampering off.
She wasn’t sure what had happened in the meantime, but when she returned with Yan Luzheng and the security team, she found Mu Li curled up in a corner, unconscious, his face bruised and swollen.
Well… it seemed like the fight had been quite intense.
Naturally, the Mu family wanted to hold someone accountable for this, but since this had happened in the Yan family’s main residence—where every hallway was under surveillance—plus a few words from Mu Ci and Yan Luzheng, Mu Li was taken away for a psychological evaluation instead.
The results confirmed that he had long been suffering from a mental illness.
With that conclusion, anything he or the Mu family had to say was no longer believed by anyone.