His Beloved Darling

"Miss Qiao, can you tell us how you got the injury on your face?"

When had the iron-boned and war-seasoned Xu Shaoyuan ever used such a gentle tone?

Chen Min's heart trembled, and the fear in her heart began to spread endlessly.

The palm print on Qiao An's face was, after all, left by her.

Qiao An covered her red lips with one hand and delicately yawned, "It was just a little misunderstanding, nothing to worry about. Besides, I didn't lose out."

Her words carried an implication.

She hadn't lost out today either. While it felt exhilarating to beat down an already downed foe, she couldn't just kill the downed dog on the first day.

Otherwise, how would she continue to play in the future?

She was relying on these interesting games to get through the next two years.

Xu Shaoyuan naturally noticed the fingerprint on Chen Min's face and heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, nodding in approval, "Miss Qiao is right in her actions, and if similar incidents occur in the future, you have the right to act first and report later."

Ji Zhicheng's face darkened, as Xu Shaoyuan's words were undoubtedly a slap in the face!

A slap in his face!

It was utterly intolerable!

Ji Zhicheng immediately took out his phone and called Mu Chongming; whatever was said on the other end of the phone left Ji Zhicheng looking horrified.

He left with Chen Min, disgracefully, like a beaten dog.

...

The night had deepened.

After Ji Qingxin's condition stabilized, Mu Jingxi left the hospital and returned to the Main Building, where the butler approached him anxiously, "Third Master, the master is waiting for you in the study. He looks quite upset, so please don't confront him."

Among the three young masters of the Mu Family, it was only this Third Master whose temper clashed most with the master's.

He had never been spared from family discipline since childhood.

The study.

Mu Chongming was still dressed in his austere black suit, the years having left few marks on his strikingly handsome face, always surrounded by an atmosphere of authority, commanding respect without the need for anger.

Mu Jingxi stopped in front of the desk.

Smack!

Mu Chongming slammed a sealed document onto the desk, angrily saying, "Take a look for yourself!"

Mu Jingxi shot him a glance, and his slender fingers picked up the top-secret document.

Qiao An, female, citizen of A Country, father a member of A Country's aerospace...

The more he read, the tighter Mu Jingxi's brows furrowed. Who would have thought that despite her young age, Qiao An was already a senior aerospace engineer!

Even more surprising was her involvement in the ignition research and launch preparations for A Country's "Free Spirit" manned spacecraft.

The successful launch of "Free Spirit" had easily propelled A Country into the ranks of space technology superpowers.

At present, technological talents like her were priceless and rare.

How could A Country possibly allow such a talent to leave?

No wonder... he was tasked with being closely involved in ensuring her personal safety.

Mu Chongming sipped his tea and asked, "Do you know the concessions and compromises His Excellency the President made to have Qiao An serve S Country?"

"..."

"And do you realize the dangers Qiao An will face once she leaves A Country?"

"..."

"Is this how you fulfill the important task that His Excellency the President entrusted to you?!" Mu Chongming was fuming, "It's utter nonsense!"

Mu Jingxi frowned and bowed his head, "I will protect her well and ensure that no mistakes occur."

Having been scolded, Mu Jingxi left the study and returned to the third floor.

As he passed by the guest room, his steps involuntarily slowed down.

In the guest room, Qiao An tossed and turned, unable to sleep.