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The door was only so wide, unable to accommodate two people passing side by side, so inevitably, Mu Shu and Jufeng were about to brush against each other.
However, at the last moment, Jufeng slightly turned his body to let Mu Shu pass.
This was unusual, as everyone knew that Mu Shu was Jufeng's woman, a fact as unchanging as stone despite the winds and sun. In the narrow confines of the Underworld, no man would yield to a woman, and no one of lower status could act so calmly or even arrogantly.
Yet Jufeng did not mind, for today was Mu Shu's territory; this was Mu Zhongde's home. In other words, the matters of the Underworld ultimately became family affairs, and Jufeng, as the son-in-law, clearly had not yet integrated into this family.
However, Jufeng was not without reaction, for in the room before the rain fell, he had made a promise to Mu Zhongde.
There is a saying in the Bible: How can a young man cleanse his way? By taking heed according to Your word.
Jufeng deeply agreed with this.
So when Mu Shu walked past him, he softly spoke a few words.
"I promised him to let that poor woman live out her remaining years in peace."
Mu Shu paused at his words, her expression turning somewhat dazed. She questioned him with a tone of inquiry: "Is that woman pitiful while I am not?"
Such a direct and blunt question left Jufeng momentarily speechless.
After a long silence, he could only sigh softly and respond from another angle: "Since we are both pitiful people, why must we make it difficult for each other? You still have most of your life ahead of you, but she will be left in despair after leaving this room. Why must it be so?"
"Is that how you calculate it?" Mu Shu's brows knitted together, her expression growing increasingly desolate.
"My twenty years of despair and helplessness against her thirty years of happiness—how do we measure these two? I can let her go and enjoy wealth in her later years, but who will let go of my childhood and my blooming youth?"
Each word struck like the torrential rain falling outside, every drop hitting Jufeng's heart and leaving him unable to refute her.
The woman inside the house and the woman outside were both part of Mu Zhongde's will, yet at this moment, they seemed as different as fire and water.
Jufeng pondered for a moment; this was a situation that could not be calculated. Even a fair judge would find it difficult to resolve family matters, let alone Jufeng himself.
However, he knew he had to make some effort. He understood that for Mu Shu, not forgiving Zhao Yani would only lead to a lifetime of resentment and inability to let go. Therefore, Zhao Yani being alive was beneficial for Mu Zhongde, Mu Shu, and even for Jufeng at this moment.
So Jufeng simply said one thing.
"But you still have me."
A thunderous roar echoed, seemingly drowning out Jufeng's words.
Yet Mu Shu's body trembled, proving she had still heard him.
Jufeng walked past Gou Hongbo, placing a hand on his shoulder, and said slowly, "Don't act against the woman inside the house. Give Mu Zhongde a dignified death."
Gou Hongbo nodded, not caring whether Mu Shu would agree. In his heart, he had only one boss— Jufeng.
Once Jufeng finished speaking, he headed toward the stairs. Descending from the second floor led him to the first floor.
The first floor, which used to be filled with clinking glasses and flickering lights amidst bustling shadows, was eerily quiet at this moment—there was not a single person in sight.
It turned out that prosperity was merely fleeting.
Ikeda Masahiro followed Jufeng, brushing past Mu Shu and those men in black.
She too arrived on the first floor and felt the same emotions as Jufeng.
On the third floor, Mu Shu stood at the door for a long time, silent and still, lost in thought. It was unclear whether she was mulling over Jufeng's last words or simply giving the two people in the room more time—time to say goodbye.
Jufeng stood in the center of the dance floor on the first floor, quietly waiting for the sudden outburst of tears, observing this human drama as an onlooker.
However, a long time passed, and it remained calm.
Jufeng's thoughts had drifted far away; he had forgotten that Zhao Yani had meticulously arranged for soundproofing between the first and second floors. Normally, even the passionate singing of hundreds could not penetrate upstairs, let alone the powerless wailing of a tragic woman.
Before long, Mu Shu came down, followed by Gou Hongbo and a crowd behind them.
The same group that had arrived was still present, but a life had already departed from the third floor.
Mu Shu appeared somewhat dazed, her eyes lacking their usual spark. Yet she could not rest; outside, Thunder rumbled ominously, and heavy rain continued to pour relentlessly.
She fixed her gaze on the center of the dance floor, watching Jufeng's back. For some reason, he suddenly seemed less annoying than before. Although he was still often accompanied by a woman—each time a different one—he seemed to resemble her unacknowledged father. But today she realized that perhaps he was truly different.
Watching her biological father walk towards his demise had left Mu Shu feeling as if her life was rolling endlessly without escaping the circle of sorrow. But what could she do? Whether wandering in the mountains or hiding in the city, Mu Shu found herself unable to achieve either.
The only thing that gave her a sense of existence was being able to hold her own against men in the Underworld's conflicts.
She spoke slowly, "I will split my forces to the southeast tonight to maximize our chances for a sudden strike. I hope you can connect me with Hurricane to avoid any miscommunication."
The mess of the Unification Alliance could not be resolved overnight; yet Mu Shu planned to split her forces to the southeast tonight, where the United Heart Association was located. While this might catch them off guard, it could leave her side stretched thin.
"Isn't that a bit hasty?"
Jufeng expressed his concerns unusually openly, asking with careful consideration.
Ikeda Masahiro looked at Jufeng, his gaze filled with an inexplicable emotion.
Mu Shu also turned to Jufeng, her eyes reflecting confusion.
It was only then that Jufeng realized his blunder. He was the leader, and everything should have been within his consideration, with answers already at hand.
Whether to act or not, Jufeng's personality should have led him to be straightforward, yet he found himself asking Mu Shu instead.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. A dead enemy still managed to influence him; could this be a move by Mu Zhongde?
Truly haunting, yet how could Jufeng be easily swayed?
He reiterated, "You decide for yourself. As for the hurricane, someone will contact Hong Bo. If you have questions, just ask him."
"Remember that you are my woman. If you do anything that goes against your virtue, you should know the consequences. I want Zhao Yani to live in peace, at least without external disturbances. Whether she chooses to live or die is her business. Even if she manages to connect with some forces that might cause trouble for you or me, I believe you can handle it. Living does not necessarily mean happiness; let her fend for herself."
Jufeng's tone suddenly shifted, turning cold towards Mu Shu and taking on a commanding tone.
Yet for some reason, Mu Shu felt that this way of conversing with Jufeng felt more natural and somewhat comforting.
"I know what I'm doing."
Mu Shu replied calmly, even coldly, before turning and leaving Youzucheng.
In the night rain, she opened an umbrella.
Then she opened another one after another.
It was as if a garden had suddenly bloomed at the entrance of Youzucheng.
Jufeng had hoped that those outside would bring them umbrellas.
Mu Shu was one of those outside and indeed left two umbrellas for them.
Jufeng and Ikeda Masahiro held the umbrellas and stepped outside.
Thus, two more flowers appeared in the night sky.
The flowers, whether near or far, bid farewell to those who were leaving.
(To be continued)
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