Chapter 31 What is your relationship with my daughter?
Mu Zhuoyun showed a hint of hesitation on his face. Suddenly, he thought of the day of the high school assessment. It was Ye Feiyang who stepped in and not only resolved Mu He's frame-up of Mo Fan, but also it was he who made the three-year agreement between Mo Fan and himself.
It is not impossible for him to help Mo Fan win the duel by providing him with magic tools in the final battle. Moreover, Ye Feiyang is a descendant of a noble family in the imperial capital. He has a powerful background, connections and resources that are far beyond his reach. In terms of financial resources, he will definitely lose.
Mu Zhuoyun quickly made a decision. He looked at Mu Ningxue with a smile and spoke gently.
"Dad is wrong in this matter and shouldn't have interfered. Tell Feiyang that it's better for young people to rely on themselves when competing."
Mu Zhuoyun calmly put away the small armor and small shoes that were originally placed on the coffee table.
Yu Ang, who was standing opposite, saw Mu Zhuoyun put away his magic tool. His eyes were bloodshot and he could hardly keep the smile on his face.
"Father, please give me these two magical tools."
Seeing Mu Zhuoyun put away the magic tool, Mu Ningxue reached out and said.
"Okay, this was originally prepared for you. I just wanted to borrow it from Yuang first."
Mu Zhuoyun nodded, placed the magic tool in Mu Ningxue's hand, and spoke gently.
Looking at the magic tool in her hand, Mu Ningxue smiled faintly. She slowly stood up, said something, and walked out the door.
"Then father, I will go find Feiyang."
"Go ahead."
Mu Zhuoyun waved his hand and watched Mu Ningxue leave, a fatherly smile on his face.
"The magic tool that was so easily within my grasp just flew away like that. Damn Mu Ningxue, she's really ruining my plans."
"And that Ye Feiyang actually funded Mo Fan, causing that old man Mu Zhuoyun to give up the idea of giving me magic tools."
"The one who deserves to die the most is Mu Zhuoyun, you old bastard. I've been your dog for so many years, serving you like a shrew, yet you're so reluctant to even buy me some magical tools."
"You all deserve to die! Sooner or later, I will become a powerful wizard and make you all crawl at my feet!
Yu Ang, standing nearby, watched this scene of affection between father and daughter. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. The smile on his face completely vanished. His face darkened, and a look of resentment and madness flashed in his eyes.
However, Mu Zhuoyun was so focused on Mu Ningxue that he didn't even notice the change in Yu Ang's expression. He didn't even know when he left.
It is still the same stone pavilion.
"Feiyang, you guessed right. My father really did prepare a magic tool for Yu Ang in secret. It was a magic tool of armor and magic tools of shoes. In order to stop him, I borrowed your name."
Mu Ningxue said calmly.
"Borrow my name?"
Ye Feiyang looked at Mu Ningxue quietly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Mu Ningxue explained the whole story in detail and said calmly.
"Only in this way can I dispel my father's idea.
"So that's how it is. You don't need to tell me this little thing. You can use my name to do anything."
Ye Feiyang showed a faint smile on his face, reached out and touched Mu Ningxue's soft silver hair, and said softly.
The silver thread was cool, soft and smooth, making Ye Feiyang unable to let it go.
Hearing this, Mu Ningxue nodded, a slight warmth flickering in her calm, cold eyes. A touch of gentleness now.
The coming-of-age ceremony arrived as scheduled, early in the morning.
Luxury cars were parked in front of the Mu family's gate, and guests were arriving one after another. The sound of celebration resounded throughout the Mu family manor.
"Uncle Mo, let's go in."
Ye Feiyang looked up at the plaque of the Mu family manor and spoke softly to a middle-aged man with dark skin and a bit thin beside him.
And this dark and skinny middle-aged man is Mo Fan's father, Mo Jiaxing.
"Okay, okay."
Hearing Ye Feiyang's words, Mo Jiaxing's face was full of smiles.
Ye Feiyang took out the invitation and walked in with Mo Jiaxing.
After entering the manor, Ye Feiyang spoke.
"Uncle, you go around by yourself first, I'll come find you in the evening."
"Okay, Feiyang, go and do your thing first. I have some old friends in the Mu family, so I'd go and catch up with them."
Mo Jiaxing said happily.
Hearing this, Ye Feiyang nodded and took out his phone to send a message.
"I have arrived."
"Okay, I'll come find you."
After seeing the other party's message, Ye Feiyang sent the location and put away the phone.
After a while, Ye Feiyang saw a familiar figure and waved.
"here!"
Mu Ningxue looked over when she heard the voice and saw Ye Feiyang waving his hand. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she walked towards him.
"Come on, my dad wants to see you."
Mu Ningxue walked to Ye Feiyang's side, whispered something, and took Ye Feiyang's hand.
"good."
Ye Feiyang nodded, looking at the hand that Mu Ningxue was holding, a slight smile appeared on his face.
Although Mu Ningxue still didn't give him a formal answer, this action undoubtedly explained something.
"That's the eldest daughter of the Mu family, Mu Ningxue, right?"
"Whose family is that young man from? He's so close to the young lady."
"I don't think I've seen this young man in Bo City. He shouldn't be from a noble family."
"I didn't expect this young man to be so lucky to win the favor of Miss Mu."
Because the Mu family already had quite a few guests, the sight of Mu Ningxue leading Ye Feiyang away was witnessed by many, and discussion erupted. Young men from prominent families in Bo City all looked at Ye Feiyang with envy.
Ye Feiyang ignored other people's thoughts and strange looks.
Mu Zhuoyun, who was sitting on the sofa, looked out the window from afar as his beloved daughter walked towards him, holding Ye Feiyang's hand. His brows furrowed slightly, but then relaxed again. He read the newspaper calmly.
"Dad, Ye Feiyang is here."
Mu Ningxue pulled Ye Feiyang into the living room and looked at Mu Zhuoyun, who was reading the newspaper as if he didn't know they were there, and spoke a reminder.
Then he pulled Ye Feiyang to sit on the sofa.
"Ahem."
Mu Zhuoyun heard Mu Ningxue's voice and slowly put down the newspaper in his hand. Seeing Mu Ningxue and Ye Feiyang still holding hands, his eyes widened. He coughed twice to cover up his loss of composure, then spoke softly.
"Ning Xue, go upstairs and get some rest first. You're the star of the night."
After hearing Mu Zhuoyun's words, Mu Ningxue glanced at Ye Feiyang.
Seeing this, Ye Feiyang gently squeezed Mu Ningxue's hand and gave her a reassuring look.
Mu Ningxue nodded, slowly stood up, and walked upstairs.
"What is your relationship with my daughter?"
Seeing Mu Ningxue walk into the room, Mu Zhuoyun looked at Ye Feiyang with a scrutinizing look in his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Uncle, didn't you see the relationship between Ning Xue and me before?"
Ye Feiyang smiled faintly.
"It's just what you think."