Chapter 86 Miss Mu Yun Has Arrived!

Inside the courtyard of Huanhai Residence, a brand-new BMW drove in and came to a stop.

It was already evening; the clouds at the horizon were tinged red as if set ablaze, fading into the sky.

The car door opened, and a tall woman with fair skin and striking features stepped out, her long, jet-black hair cascading casually over her shoulders. She wore an expensive athleisure outfit, exuding a fresh, youthful charm.

Guan Mushan and Wei Chonghu had been standing side by side downstairs for quite some time. As soon as they saw the young woman get out, they immediately approached her with smiles.

“Miss Mu Yun, it’s been a while. You’ve grown even more beautiful,” Guan Mushan said cheerfully, complimenting her.

Wei Chonghu stood by, smiling politely but saying nothing.

“Where is the item?” she asked directly, her expression indifferent, cutting straight to the point.

Wei Chonghu had called her that afternoon, asking her to collect the item in person and deliver it directly to the old master. She knew it must be something important, or else they wouldn’t be so cautious. Since it was important, there was no sense in wasting time.

“Miss Mu Yun, your sister-in-law has already prepared dinner. Why don’t you eat first?” Guan Mushan quickly suggested, seeing that she seemed disinclined to stay.

“It’s already late. Driving back tonight wouldn’t be safe. Stay the night and return to the provincial capital tomorrow,” he urged.

Though Mu Yun’s attitude was always cool, Guan Mushan took no offense. After all, her status spoke for itself—provincial officials were nothing new to her. Besides, he was her father’s former secretary.

“Very well, I’ll have dinner first then,” Mu Yun replied. She wasn’t unkind—merely reserved by nature. Her demeanor was shaped by her upbringing, but no matter what, both men before her had served as her father’s secretaries. She would show them respect.

“Your sister-in-law knew you were coming and specially made your favorite: chicken stew with mushrooms.” Relief spread across Guan Mushan’s face.

If Mu Yun had simply left after coming, he would have had no way to explain to their old leader.

She nodded and followed them upstairs.

At Guan Mushan’s door, they were greeted by Sun Xiufen, who stood at the entrance wearing an apron.

“Sister-in-law, you’re looking lovelier than ever,” Mu Yun said with a rare smile. She had always liked Sun Xiufen and got along well with her.

“Miss Yun, don’t tease me. I’m well past my prime—how could I compare to you?” Sun Xiufen replied, ushering her inside.

“Nine isn’t home?” Mu Yun asked as she changed into slippers, noticing that Guan Jiujiu was nowhere to be seen.

She was close to Jiujiu, the younger sister three years her junior whom she had often looked after in the past. But since Jiujiu started working at Lingyun City Hospital, they hadn’t seen each other for some time.

Guan Mushan and Wei Chonghu entered the house, changing into slippers as well. Yet, at the mention of Jiujiu, Guan Mushan’s expression tightened, and a complex look flickered in Sun Xiufen’s eyes.

Having spent many years by the old master’s side, Mu Yun was keenly observant—she immediately sensed something was wrong.

“What happened to Jiujiu?” She frowned, looking from Guan Mushan to Sun Xiufen.

Guan Mushan shook his head gloomily, remaining silent. Sun Xiufen, resigned, began, “It all started with a young man named Yang Dong…”

“Wait!” Mu Yun interrupted as soon as she heard the name, her brows knitting, her tone chilling noticeably.

“Yang Dong? Is that the Yang Dong from your Municipal Affairs Office’s General Section?”

“Miss Yun, how did you know?” Sun Xiufen asked in surprise.

Wasn’t Yang Dong a country boy? How could he possibly know the daughter of the Provincial Discipline Committee Secretary?

Mu Yun sneered. “Of course I know him. He’s the first man in my life to dare mock me.”

“He mocked you? What happened?” Wei Chonghu blurted out, startled.

He knew Yang Dong was a bit headstrong and stubborn, but to mock a young woman? That didn’t sound like him.

Mu Yun sat on the sofa, ignoring Wei Chonghu’s question. She had no intention of recounting the time Yang Dong called her for a second time, issuing orders as if he were her equal, demanding that she arrange things so that Yin Tiejun could clear his name. He’d even mocked her for being too cold, saying listening to her speak could give someone a chill.

After that call, she’d been so angry she couldn’t eat for an entire day. If she hadn’t been so busy with matters in the province, she’d have driven to Lingyun City to confront him.

How could a mere municipal civil servant dare such audacity?

“So what’s going on with Jiujiu?” she asked, turning back to Sun Xiufen.

Everyone sensed Mu Yun was intentionally steering the conversation away from her and Yang Dong.

“Jiujiu’s grandfather arranged a verbal engagement for her, but we never told her. Lately, Mushan and I have noticed Jiujiu seems to like Yang Dong. We didn’t care much about social standing—as long as she’s happy, that’s what matters. But since this involved her grandfather’s promise, I had no choice but to tell her about it.

“She was too stubborn. She said she’d never marry someone she’d never met, just because her grandfather said so, and stormed out. She hasn’t come home since, staying in the hospital dormitory. No matter how many times we call, she refuses to return.”

Sun Xiufen’s face was full of helplessness. She’d never intended to force Jiujiu—this was an outdated custom, an offhand promise from the old days, but the old master had taken it seriously. And once such things were taken seriously, the engagement became real.

“Your old master is a stubborn man,” Mu Yun commented coldly, clearly siding with Jiujiu. What era was this? Arranged childhood engagements?

Sun Xiufen could only shake her head with a bitter smile—the old man was indeed set in his ways.

“Miss Mu Yun, here is the law enforcement recording device. Please take it.” At that moment, Guan Mushan handed her the device. The matter with Jiujiu was family business, something he could handle. The recording device, however, was official business—a serious affair.

“I won’t listen to it. Just tell me what happened,” Mu Yun replied, too disgusted by the confessions of corrupt officials to listen herself.

Wei Chonghu immediately summarized the recording’s contents and explained how they came by the device.

“Yang Dong again?” When he finished, Mu Yun’s focus was not on the vice governor’s son, or the deputy director of the Department of Justice’s son, nor even the homicide case, but rather on Yang Dong.

This was the second time his name had come up—why did he seem to be everywhere?

“Maybe we should have Comrade Yang Dong come over,” Wei Chonghu said with a helpless, wry smile. It seemed that, in Mu Yun’s eyes, even a major case was less important than Yang Dong.

Just what had Yang Dong done to offend the daughter of the Provincial Discipline Committee Secretary so deeply?

“Old Wei, you remind me,” Guan Mushan said, slapping his forehead. “Call Tiejun and ask him to come for dinner. The three of us all served as secretaries to the old master. Since Miss Mu Yun has come all this way, it wouldn’t do for him not to show up.”

This dinner was not just a meal—every detail mattered. If Yin Tiejun were absent, certain people might think the old master had abandoned him, a political signal that could harm his future prospects.

“Tell Yin Tiejun to bring Yang Dong along!” Mu Yun added.

So be it—Yang Dong really did have to come.

Wei Chonghu, hearing Mu Yun’s command, could only comply. He took out his phone and dialed Yin Tiejun’s number.