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He snorted coldly, turned around with his grandson, and walked out of Alfredo’s office. He was determined to find a way to get Wen Suiqian into the Elders Council; then it wouldn’t be just something Alfredo could decide on his own.

After Old Master Wen left in annoyance, Sun Ning leaned lazily against a desk nearby, a smirk on his face as if enjoying the spectacle.

“Look at you, suddenly so tough. I almost don’t recognize you.”

“Stop with the wisecracks; he’s the sort of person who won’t give up. He’ll always find a way to cause trouble. Go do what you need to do, whatever you want to do. Don’t stay here— I can take care of my own wounds.”

Alfredo straightened his clothes and returned to his usual upright and serious demeanor. He sat down behind his desk and began dealing with those annoying matters.

After watching Alfredo for a while, Sun Ning stood up and tidied his medical kit, “Since that’s the case, I’ll go take care of my own business. You deal with your things slowly; we’ll meet again if we get the chance!”

With those words, Sun Ning picked up his belongings and walked towards the door. As he reached the doorway, he seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned to look at Alfredo.

“I forgot to tell you, the little princess seems to be cooperating with Moore. If you want to know, you can ask Moore yourself.”

“Thanks for the heads-up, but it’s not necessary. The little princess doesn’t like others meddling in her affairs. In her world, I’m already a villain who stops at nothing for his own gain—there’s no need to bother her anymore. I already have more than I can handle.”

“And as for Moore’s attitude toward me… you know it as well, we can’t be friends anymore.”

Alfredo spoke nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter. Ever since he took this position, he had already missed out on too much.

Time cannot be turned back, and he had resolved to stick to this path to the end, not expecting anything more.

Sun Ning looked at Alfredo and ultimately said nothing else; he simply opened the office door and left.

After Sun Ning had departed, Bald watched Alfredo working seriously at his desk and sighed softly; as a subordinate, he had no chance to speak up, but his concern was genuine.

“You should go out as well, I need some quiet,” Alfredo said.

Alfredo didn’t need to look up to know what Bald was thinking; he didn’t need anyone to worry about him. He was prepared to go all in, nothing else mattered.

In the early morning, Wen Xin sat on the bed, looking at Mu Chengxi’s complexion. Her fingers touched Mu Chengxi’s wrist, her brows slightly furrowed.

“How come you were fine yesterday and have a fever this morning?”

Wen Xin’s fingers pressed on Mu Chengxi’s pulse. She felt that Mu Chengxi’s pulse was nothing unusual and couldn’t understand why he had a fever.

“I don’t know, maybe I caught a cold when I went out last night? Don’t worry about me, I’ll just sleep a bit more and should be fine.”

Mu Chengxi turned lethargically on the bed and pulled Wen Xin into his embrace, nuzzling against her shoulder, ready to continue sleeping.

Wen Xin frowned as she looked at Mu Chengxi, feeling that something was not quite right. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of bed.

“I can’t be at ease until we get you checked out at the hospital, hurry up and get up, I’ll have Mu Bei prepare the car.”

In Independent State, Wen Xin had been worried that certain people might resort to extreme measures against Mu Chengxi, given the abundance of biological agents there, and she feared the slightest negligence could compromise his health.

During her time in Independent State, she had also conducted a blood test for Mu Chengxi, but nothing unusual had been discovered. This sudden fever made it impossible for Wen Xin not to be anxious.

Wen Xin, dragging Mu Chengxi, helped him to wash up, then got him dressed and led him out of the bedroom.

By this time, Mu Bei was already waiting in the living room for Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi. When Mu Bei had hurried over, he had run into Mu Chengxu, who, upon hearing of Mu Chengxi’s sudden fever, also became anxious and came running over.

Wen Xin pushed Mu Chengxi out of the bedroom; he appeared somewhat lethargic, but otherwise, there was no cause for alarm.

“Why did you suddenly get a fever? Weren’t you fine just yesterday?” Mu Chengxu, concerned, walked over to Mu Chengxi, placed his hand on his forehead, and turned to Wen Xin with a worried expression.

“I don’t know. His pulse seemed normal, but I’m worried it could be some kind of inflammatory issue. I’m planning to take him to the hospital for a checkup. Sister, do you have time? If you do, come with us. If not, Mu Bei and I can go.”

As Wen Xin was dressing Mu Chengxi, she had already called Nan Xu, who was now waiting for them at the hospital. They could go directly there with Mu Chengxi.

Mu Chengxu had planned to attend a meeting at the company, but upon hearing of Mu Chengxi’s discomfort, she immediately canceled all her schedules.

“I’m free. I’ll accompany you to the hospital. Wen Xin, go put on a coat for yourself, and get one for him too. We’ll sneak out through the back yard to avoid alarming grandma.”

“Okay, good. Then sister, take Mu Chengxi to the car first, I’ll come find you right away.”

Wen Xin turned back into the bedroom to grab a coat for Mu Chengxi, then hurried to the backyard, got into the car that Mu Bei had parked in advance, and swiftly left the Mu family’s old mansion.

On the way to the hospital, Mu Chengxi’s phone rang—it was a call from Jiang Linyan. Wen Xin didn’t even think before hanging up the call.

She was in no mood to deal with anything else, worried and upset about why Mu Chengxi was running a fever.

After Wen Xin hung up, Mu Chengxi’s phone vibrated once again. Wen Xin picked it up and saw another message from Jiang Linyan.

“Chengxi, I heard that my father’s issue is related to you. You can raise any conditions, and I’ll agree to them, as long as you back off and spare my father.”

As she read the message from Jiang Linyan, Wen Xin’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned to look at Mu Chengxi, who was resting with his eyes closed on her shoulder.

“What does Jiang Desheng’s situation have to do with you? Why would Jiang Linyan think it was your doing?”

Mu Chengxi didn’t open his eyes, his head aching from the fever as he rubbed gently against Wen Xin’s body.