Chapter 76: Shouldn’t You Be Blamed for This?

"President Mu." Mu Yinyin sat leaning against the headboard, looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

Meng Tao cleared her throat softly before speaking slowly, "President Lu is being so attentive to you lately… does he perhaps have feelings for you?"

Mu Yinyin was known for her gentle disposition and had a good relationship with her subordinates. Meng Tao was a young woman, and outside of work, she had her own little hobbies. Naturally, her curiosity was now burning brightly.

Mu Yinyin couldn't help but laugh, her eyes twinkling as she looked at her. "What do you think?"

"Well…" Meng Tao raised her hand, absentmindedly tracing her temple with her fingertip as if deep in thought, before replying, "I think he does. At the last banquet, his behavior was already suspicious."

Mu Yinyin smiled softly and did not pursue the topic further. After a moment's pause, she looked at Meng Tao again. "How is the investigation I asked you to conduct on He Xia going?"

Meng Tao immediately straightened up, adopting a serious tone. "I'm currently looking into his mistress."

Mu Yinyin nodded. "Pick up the pace."

"Are you planning to make a move on this front, President Mu?"

"Yes," Mu Yinyin replied calmly, her tone unruffled. She said nothing more.

...

At this moment, Nan Shiqing and He Xia were already on their way to the Mu Corporation. The looks on their faces could not have been more unpleasant.

Taking a shallow breath, Nan Shiqing could no longer contain herself. She turned to look at He Xia, who was driving, and spoke in a low, urgent voice. "Mom, you saw it yourself—Mu Yinyin isn't giving us any face at all. We have no chance to make amends. And just now, Fu Siyue said he wants to work with Mu Yinyin. That means he might be abandoning us! What are we going to do?"

Nan Shiqing was truly losing her composure now, even feeling a growing sense of agitation deep in her heart.

He Xia’s expression was equally grim. "Since we failed this time, we won’t be able to act again for a while. They're bound to be on guard against us in every way."

Nan Shiqing bit her lip, her face particularly unsightly.

"We'll take it one step at a time," He Xia said, eyes fixed on the road. She clearly didn’t want to say any more, her mood foul.

But Nan Shiqing was already on the verge of losing control. Biting her lip, she spoke in a low voice, "I'm just afraid that if this drags on, Fu Siyue won't feel any guilt toward me at all. I can't afford to push too hard, or I’ll wear away whatever guilt he still feels for me."

"Let’s just stop for now," He Xia replied, her tone muffled and heavy, saying nothing more. She looked all the more dejected.

...

At the same time, Fu Siyue was also on his way to the company. His phone rang suddenly, distracting him from his thoughts about Mu Yinyin.

He answered.

"How did it go? Have you secured the partnership?" The old master’s voice was stern.

In the past, he had looked down on Mu Yinyin, never taking her seriously.

But now…

Because of this partnership—and Mu Yinyin's current position—his attitude had shifted noticeably, as if forgetting everything that had happened before.

"No," Fu Siyue replied in a low voice, pursing his lips. He offered nothing more.

"No?!" The old master's voice rose in volume, clearly dissatisfied with Fu Siyue's efficiency.

Fu Siyue's brows furrowed even deeper, his displeasure evident.

"Why is it still not settled? Are you still insisting on not giving up on the Mu Corporation?"

"No."

"Then what's the issue?" Suspicion clouded the old master’s eyes. After a moment, he pressed again, "Don’t tell me… you still haven’t talked to her!"

Fu Siyue’s brows knitted together; he didn’t want to speak, clearly unwilling to discuss the matter further.

The old master felt as though he might have a heart attack.

"Why haven't you said anything yet?"

"She's in the hospital."

The old master: "…?"

"What happened?"

Fu Siyue’s eyes flashed with impatience; he had little desire to answer, but out of respect for his elder, he forced himself to explain, "She was in a car accident last night. We’ll wait to discuss the partnership until she’s recovered. Besides her, I don’t trust anyone else."

The old master frowned, thinking it over before finally speaking. "Alright, I understand."

He said nothing more and hung up at once.

After putting down the phone, he immediately left his study.

He was older now; many affairs had already been handed over to Fu Siyue, so he seldom went to the company anymore.

Coming downstairs, he saw Liang Min sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she glanced his way, she gave a cold huff and turned away, pretending not to see him.

The old master’s face darkened.

Because he had encouraged Fu Siyue to divorce Mu Yinyin, Liang Min had been harboring a grudge against him for some time, frequently giving him the cold shoulder, almost to the point of kicking him out herself.

He had tried to placate his wife several times, but nothing had worked—this matter had truly angered Liang Min, and his attempts at reconciliation had all been in vain.

He took a deep breath, restraining his own ire, and walked toward Liang Min.

"Still angry with me?" His tone carried a touch of helplessness, much softer than before.

Liang Min gave a cold snort, having no intention of responding to him.

"If you keep ignoring me, I won't be able to tell you something important," he teased, refusing to get straight to the point.

But Liang Min acted as though she hadn’t heard, not responding at all.

The old master gritted his teeth, utterly exasperated—she was still ignoring him at a time like this!

"Are you planning to ignore me for the rest of your life? Fu Siyue wanted the divorce—was that only my fault? Their relationship was already strained, and you’ve tried to patch things up over the years, but did it work?"

Liang Min was already fuming, and now that he brought this up, her anger flared. Through clenched teeth, she retorted, "If it weren’t for you! How could Siyue have been swayed? If I’d been left to mediate on my own, things would have turned out better! Do you even realize that? Do you?!"

Liang Min was so furious she wanted to tear the old master apart then and there, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t—she was left to stew in her own anger.

It was already over; the divorce was done, and she had no other recourse.

She had finally accepted it—she couldn’t keep putting Yinyin through this. Since they couldn’t make it work, it was better to separate sooner, so Yinyin could be free. It was her grandson who was unworthy—he would never be worthy, not in this lifetime.

The old master was at a complete loss, but now was not the time to argue. He could only change the subject, speaking in a low voice: "Mu Yinyin is in the hospital."