My Most Beautiful Fiancée

Mo Cangsong opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but feared Mu Lin would refuse to listen. He watched Mu Lin nervously.

Mu Lin turned, his bearing effortlessly cool. The sheer force of his presence left Mo Cangsong completely in awe.

"Elder Mo, is there something else?"

Elder Mo was never good with words, and at this moment, he was even more awkward, not knowing what to say.

He hadn't spent enough time with Mu Lin to know what he liked.

He had no idea how to cater to his tastes.

Mo Cangsong finally summoned his courage. "Mr. Mu, I have a presumptuous request, and I'm not sure if you'd be able to agree to it."

"Speak freely," Mu Lin's smile and warm gaze seemed to make the afternoon sun shine even brighter.

'He's so easy to talk to! This is the Divine Doctor that even Liao Boguang acknowledges!' Amid his surprise, Mo Cangsong could barely contain the excitement and joy welling up in his heart.

'But Mu Lin can't possibly want no money at all! What can I even offer him?'

At this thought, Mo Cangsong couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority creep in...

"Please don't worry about the money. I'll accept any price, no matter how high! We also have a complete stock of medicinal herbs, so you won't need to worry about that!"

Mu Lin smiled. "None of that is a major issue. I don't mind providing the treatment for free."

Mo Cangsong was stunned and bewildered. 'A Divine Doctor's time is incredibly limited. How could he possibly be willing to work for free?'

A sense of unease rose in his heart. 'Will Mu Lin's conditions be too high? So high that I can't possibly meet them?'

Mu Lin sensed Mo Cangsong's apprehension and reassured him, "I only have one small condition, and it's not something you'll find difficult to accept."

His answer immediately put Mo Cangsong at ease. 'At least there are conditions. It's not an endless debt of gratitude. What would I do if Mu Lin used that debt to blackmail me indefinitely?'

'Besides, Mu Lin is also a Grandmaster!' Mo Cangsong knew perfectly well that there was likely nothing he could do to him.

"Mr. Mu, please, speak freely!"

Mu Lin paused, choosing his words carefully. "I'd like you to work for me. What do you think?"

A hesitant look appeared on Mo Cangsong's face. "What do you mean by 'work for you'?"

Mu Lin gave a short laugh. "It's just like the guards of the great families. You'll do whatever I ask you to do."

Mo Cangsong looked at him calmly, but before he could say anything, Mo Yu jumped in, unable to contain his anger:

"Let me tell you, my grandpa is a peak Martial Arts Grandmaster that all the major powers are fighting to recruit! His salary for a year's service is at least several tens of millions!"

Mo Yu looked at Mu Lin with disdain. He doubted Mu Lin had enough wealth to hire his grandfather, and if he didn't, it would be the perfect way to make him give up the idea.

Mu Lin said, "It makes no difference to me. The decision is in Elder Mo's hands. If Elder Mo thinks it's fine, then that's what we'll do."

"To be honest, a few tens of millions might not even cover this consultation fee. I'm already giving you a huge discount."

Mu Lin knew his own worth. The few times he had taken action, his fees started in the billions.

Unless he was acting out of charity, it was difficult to even get him to pick up his silver needles.

Mo Yu felt conflicted and looked toward his grandfather.

One could clearly sense that Mo Cangsong seemed to be caught in some kind of inner turmoil.

But after only a few seconds, Mo Cangsong's expression cleared, and he spoke with utter tranquility:

"A small matter. So be it!"

Mo Yu was stunned. 'How can this be? Doesn't this mean he'll be Mu Lin's slave from now until who knows when?'

Mo Yu simply could not accept this reality.

"Grandpa, why did you agree?!"

But Mo Cangsong ignored his grandson's outburst and looked calmly at Mu Lin. "Mr. Mu, just let me know when you're ready, and I'll make the arrangements."

Mu Lin smiled faintly. "I'll let you know after I've taken care of something."

"Alright! Since Mr. Mu has a plan, I will await your good news!"

Mu Lin and Mo Cangsong exchanged contact information, and then Mu Lin turned and left.

Mo Yu watched Mu Lin's departing figure and said urgently to his grandfather:

"Grandpa, we can't let Mu Lin trick us! Fifty million for a treatment? He might as well just rob us! This is the same as making you work for him for a whole year for free!"

Mo Cangsong gazed into the distance at the heavy traffic, a complex mix of emotions in his heart. He couldn't help but lift his head to the sky, as if searching for some elusive, unknowable variable in its vast expanse. But how could that be possible?

Averting his gaze, Mo Cangsong spoke as if he had made a final decision:

"If this can truly save that person, then it's worth it. Never mind working for Mu Lin for free for a year—even ten years, or a hundred years, would be worth it!"

A look of horror flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. 'How could Grandpa say something like that?' Mo Yu truly felt like he didn't even know his grandfather anymore.

The grandfather standing before him was too different from the one he knew. 'If there isn't something wrong with me, then there must be something wrong with Grandpa.'

Mo Cangsong saw his grandson frowning and understood he didn't quite grasp the situation. "I know you don't understand, grandson. When you have my life experience, I believe you will make the same choice I have."

"Although you argued with Mr. Mu and handled it very crudely—I feel you acted inappropriately—it's because of this that we made contact with Mu Lin. For that, you have performed a great service."

"But don't do it again. It's too dangerous!"

Mo Yu said nothing. He remained silent, his fists clenched tightly, assuming his grandfather was just trying to make him feel better.

A thousand different expressions flickered across Mo Yu's face. Anger, indignation, panic, and fear tormented his heart.

'Get stronger. I must get stronger. Only by becoming stronger can I stop Mu Lin from holding this over my grandpa!'

Mu Lin had no idea what a huge impact his presence had had on Mo Yu.

He hailed a cab and headed straight for the Xu Family.

The driver was an old hand. With a turn of the wheel, the car slipped into the main road, merged with the flow of traffic, and after a few nimble turns, passed through a small lane and arrived in front of the Xu Family Manor.

The Xu Family Manor was desolate and quiet, not at all what one would expect from the sixth-ranked family of Di Yang.

"Driver, is this the right place?" Mu Lin asked. "Why is it so deserted?"

The driver said, "Aren't they all like this? If you want crowds, go to a tourist spot. There are definitely more people there! This is a residential area. It's a weekday, who's going to be idle and just hanging around inside?"

But Mu Lin didn't think so. The compounds of these great families usually had people working inside. In fact, most of their affairs were decided within the compound, while the so-called headquarters outside was often the less important part.

Mu Lin paid, got out of the car, and in a couple of bounds, leaped onto a giant boulder to peer into the manor. However, apart from a large expanse of peculiar rocks that formed a garden, he couldn't see anything.

Mu Lin's Yin Spirit emerged. He used its spiritual eyes to gaze into the distance and discovered that the Xu Family Manor was shrouded in a gloomy yin energy, with a powerful black aura constantly swirling above it.

That was clearly a curse.

The curse was already complete. It would have a profound impact on the Xu Family. Not only were their lives threatened, but perhaps even the very foundation of the Xu Family clan was under a grave threat.

Mu Lin remembered that he had warned the Ning Family that this kind of thing must absolutely not be done again. But not only had they done it, they had done so without any moral bottom line. The entire Xu Manor was encompassed.

It was utterly depraved. The Ning Family had managed to truly piss Mu Lin off.

'They never do anything productive, just go around causing trouble for others.'

Mu Lin withdrew his Yin Spirit and leaped down from the boulder.

Gu Qiang looked at Mu Lin curiously. Although she didn't say anything, Mu Lin understood her unspoken question and said:

"The Xu Family's situation isn't optimistic. This is no small matter..."

Gu Qiang asked worriedly, "Is something bad going to happen?"

Mu Lin waved his hand. "It won't. I'm here! Everything will be fine."

Gu Qiang nodded. "Okay, good. I trust you!"

Mu Lin walked swiftly toward the Xu Family compound. At the main gate were several guards surrounding a man who looked like a butler.

Mu Lin felt that something was off about these people. They looked strange, and he got an odd feeling from them. He wasn't sure what was going on yet, but still—

Mu Lin spoke to the butler standing at the gate:

"Excuse me, I'm here to see Elder Xu about something. Could you please announce me?"

The old butler replied with a vacant expression, "The Patriarch has given an order: unauthorized personnel are forbidden from entering!"

Mu Lin said, "I have an invitation from Elder Xu. You can go in and ask! Elder Xu will confirm it for you."

"The Patriarch has given an order: no one is to enter! Trespassers will be responsible for the consequences!"

Seeing the old butler's vacant face, Mu Lin knew in an instant that he was definitely under some kind of control.