Le Premier ministre stupéfiant

Chapitre 53

“A bunch of dead things, only a fool would like that,” Mu Feinan said. “I’ve done a lot for Huang Jin, so I’ll let this one go. But I can’t leave you here right now, no matter what the reason.”

"Alright, seeing how sincere you are, let's go watch the sunrise and sunset, to the ends of the earth." Mo Xibei felt that his heart, which had been covered by ice and snow for many years, had finally broken through, and the sunlight shone in instantly. He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What did you say?" Mu Feinan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the smooth touch of Mo Xibei's long hair on his cheek. Mo Xibei was rarely so gentle. For a moment, he felt that there was no happiness in heaven or on earth. He didn't hear Mo Xibei's words clearly at all. After a long while, he suddenly came back to his senses, pulled the person in his arms out, and asked anxiously.

"I won't repeat myself. If you didn't hear me, just pretend I didn't say anything." Mo Xibei smiled, his eyes sparkling, refusing to repeat himself.

"You won't talk, huh?" Mu Feinan frowned, then suddenly reached under Mo Xibei's ribs and tickled him, asking only, "Will you talk or not? Will you talk or not?"

Mo Xibei was always ticklish, and after a few tickles, he was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face. He could only beg for mercy, saying, "I'll say it, I'll say it. If you don't stop, I'll get angry..."

"Then tell me." Mu Fei stopped, gently put his arm around Mo Xibei's waist, and supported her body. His eyes were gentle and tender as he gazed at Mo Xibei. In his eyes, it seemed that there were a thousand words, and all the sweetness and tenderness were in his gaze.

"I'm telling you, you're so silly, I'm afraid no girl would want to watch the sunrise and sunset with you, or travel to the ends of the earth. I guess I'll have to make do with you." Mo Xibei wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, raised his chin, and laughed contentedly.

“Alright, a gentleman’s word is as good as his bond.” Mu Feinan replied in a low voice.

"Plus nine incense burners." Mo Xibei recalled Xiao Yanzi's classic line.

"What nine incense burners?" Mu Feinan naturally didn't understand, but how many incense burners or other things were added didn't matter to him at this moment. As long as Mo Xibei was happy, that was all that mattered. All he could see and think about now was the woman in front of him, his woman.

"Oh, right, listen carefully, from now on you're mine," Mo Xibei's eyes darted around as he thought of something very important, "As my person, you have to be devoted, you can't be unfaithful, you have to listen to me, what I say is right even if it's wrong, from now on, you're only allowed to love me, to pamper me, you can't lie to me, you have to do everything you promise me, you have to be sincere about every word you say to me, you can't bully me, you can't scold me, you have to believe me."

"Where did you learn all this? What kind of nonsense is this?" Mu Feinan was a little more sober. Hearing Mo Xibei's words, his head started to throb, so he quickly stopped.

“Never mind where I learned it, just remember this,” Mo Xibei said quickly, “1, 2, 3, if you don’t object, that means you agree. Okay, it’s settled.” After saying that, he quickly hooked his arm around Mu Feinan’s neck and lightly touched his cheek with his lips. “Seal it, deal.”

“Northwest…” Mu Feinan was both amused and exasperated by Mo Northwest. He gently called out the name that haunted his dreams, then lowered his head and said softly, “You’ve already said it, I haven’t.”

"What do you want to say?" The two touched foreheads together, and Mo Xibei asked, "I'll listen to whatever you say, but stamping it like this won't do." After Mu Feinan finished speaking, he gently kissed her soft lips.

In this intimate embrace, so deeply in love, they felt as if the whole world consisted only of each other. Lost in their tender intimacy, they failed to notice that far away outside the window, two pairs of eyes were fixed on them through the open window, their gazes filled with venomous resentment. Making up for yesterday's missed opportunity, time for bed, hehe…

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Eleven: Return (Part 1)

Surprisingly, Huang Jin didn't come to cause trouble. After observing for more than half a month, Mo Xibei finally couldn't resist his desire to make money and recalled the chef, waiters, singers, musicians, and others to reopen the Chunfeng Ruyi Tower.

To win back customers and dispel the previous negative rumors, a gimmick was needed. After being turned away by Mo Xibei for five consecutive days, Mu Feinan was furious. He began to deeply reflect on whether he had been too indulgent towards his woman, thus creating this passive and defensive situation. Clearly, Mo Xibei was very adept at controlling this situation, slapping him hard and then turning around to coax him with sweet treats. What was most infuriating was that he actually loved the "sweet treats" Mo Xibei offered.

Of course, he also didn't want to go to Mo Xibei's back residence. Originally, that place was quite nice, but ever since Mo Xibei's maid Honglu came, Mu Feinan disliked that place. This little girl Honglu clearly didn't know martial arts, but she was always around Mo Xibei, always speaking coldly to him. When had Mu Feinan ever been ridiculed like that? However, he couldn't show his displeasure in front of Mo Xibei, so he could only listen and pretend not to hear.

That day, Mu Feinan came to see Mo Xibei for the sixth time. The waiter invited him to sit in front of the stage where the dance performance often took place, serving him tea and water with great hospitality. However, after drinking two cups of tea, Mo Xibei still did not appear. Mu Feinan was getting impatient, thinking that Mo Xibei still did not want to see him, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Just then, he heard the cheerful sound of a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument) accompanied by drumbeats coming from behind the stage.

The melody was quite different from the subtlety of Central Plains music; it was rather unrestrained, giving one the urge to dance. Mu Feinan looked up in surprise. She saw layers of light gauze curtains fluttering to both sides of the stage, and cigarette smoke rising from both sides, instantly enveloping the entire stage in a misty haze. As the smoke slowly dissipated, a row of girls with different styles appeared on the stage. Their clothing… not only exposed their chests and waists, but also their arms and delicate feet—things a woman should never reveal—yet they gracefully veiled themselves in various colors.

As the erhu melody shifted, the young girls on stage swayed their waists and twisted their hips, their arms striking various poses in front of them. Then, they began to dance intensely. For a moment, all Mu Feinan could see was a sea of white, snow-white skin of young girls shimmering before his eyes, while the heavily made-up, alluring eyes peeking out from behind their veils seemed to convey a silent temptation.

Mu Feinan suddenly felt a sense of unease. What did Mo Xibei want by greeting him in this manner? Thinking this, a chill ran down her spine, and she instantly lost all interest in the dance on stage, no matter how alluring the young woman was. She simply couldn't bear to look at her anymore.

The music abruptly stopped at its climax, and Mo Xibei, who had been observing Mu Feinan's reaction backstage, walked out somewhat dejectedly. It wasn't what she had imagined. Luckily, she hadn't rushed into it, but wasn't belly dancing supposed to be trendy and eye-catching? Why did Mu Feinan only glance at it a few times and then ignore it? Did men in ancient times prefer subtlety?

"Isn't this dance good?" After jumping off the stage, Mo Xibei stood next to Mu Feinan. This man not only didn't look at the stage, but also ignored his presence.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Feinan's voice was somewhat hoarse, as if he was restraining something.

"Your reaction is so strange. I don't even know if this dance can be launched when we reopen the day after tomorrow. Is it really that hard to accept?" Mo Xibei said with some distress, leaning down to look at Mu Feinan's expression.

"You haven't even seen me for so many days, and you've managed to come up with this with someone else?" Upon hearing Mo Xibei's words, Mu Feinan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but inwardly criticize himself for being too nervous. However, he was also annoyed, so he deliberately put on a stern face and frowned.

“Yes, this wasn’t easy to come up with. I can hum the tune, but I don’t know what music to use or how to write the score. It took you three whole days to get the piece right and train these girls to dance. Can’t you give me a hopeful look?” Mo Xibei asked hesitantly. “Isn’t this outfit too revealing? Is this piece too hard to accept?”

"Yes!" Mu Feinan nodded heavily, and taking advantage of Mo Xibei's unpreparedness, he pulled her into his arms. "You naughty child, you haven't seen me for so many days, but you've been spending every day with other men. You have to be taught a lesson."

"Ah! You scared me!" Mo Xibei saw Mu Feinan's upturned lips and the bright light shining in his eyes, and knew he had been tricked. However, he couldn't break free, and he was both annoyed and amused.

"Are you allowed to scare me, but I can't scare you occasionally?" Mu Feinan pressed his forehead against Mo Xibei's head and asked in a low voice.

"I rehearsed such a sensual show, and I invited you to see it first. You don't appreciate it and even say I scared you?" Mo Xibei blinked, looking very innocent.

"You've ignored me for so many days, making me think you'd never talk to me again. I was wondering if I'd done something wrong to upset you, but then you finally made time to see me. After waiting all this time, you didn't even show up, but instead sent out a bunch of scantily clad girls. Tell me, what am I supposed to think?" Mu Feinan accused Mo Xibei of his "misdeeds."

"Oh, what can I think? Men just think about how great it would be if all these beauties could be mine... Ah..." Before he could finish speaking, Mo Xibei was already laughing so hard he almost jumped up, trying to avoid Mu Feinan's tickling fingers. But there was no way to escape for the moment, so he could only laugh and beg for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"

"No sincerity!" Mu Feinan shook his head, pulled Mo Xibei back into his arms, and smiled. He was about to lean in to say something when he was suddenly attracted by something. He quickly looked away and froze in place. The hand wrapped around Mo Xibei's waist also suddenly loosened.

Mo Xibei naturally sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere in the hall. He immediately turned away from Mu Feinan's embrace. A waiter led two people to stand at the entrance of the hall. They were probably at a loss when they saw their boss dressed as a man, joking intimately with another man. So they stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to go in or back.

Mo Xibei's gaze almost immediately passed over the waiter and landed on the two people behind her. She had thought she would never see these two people again, but unexpectedly, they suddenly appeared again.

"Hero Chu, it's been a long time. How have you been?" Mu Feinan was the first to speak. He naturally pulled Mo Xibei to his side and said this with a frank smile.

"Thank you, everything is fine." A shadow quickly crossed Chu Junfeng's face, but when he spoke, he was already composed. After answering Mu Feinan, he turned to Mo Xibei and said gently as always, "I found Miss Murong by chance in the outskirts of the capital. She was sick in a farmhouse. I thought you two... were like sisters. You must have missed her very much after she passed away, so I brought her back."

"I was really thinking about her, thank you." Mo Xibei felt Mu Feinan squeeze her hand hard. She naturally understood what Mu Feinan meant, but... she gave him a reassuring look before looking at Murong Lianyun and said softly, "Lianyun, you've lost a lot of weight. You've been suffering alone out there these days."

"Sister Mo... I was wrong, please forgive me." Murong Lianyun, who had been standing somewhat awkwardly with Chu Junfeng's outstretched hand, burst into tears. She rushed to Mo Xibei, and just as her fingers touched Mo Xibei's body, she felt a surge of true energy rush towards her. Unable to dodge in time, she was knocked back several steps by the force of the energy. Only when Chu Junfeng quickly stepped in and supported her from behind did she manage to regain her balance.

Volume 2, Chapter 11: Return (Part 2)

"Sister Mo, I know I shouldn't have come back. How can I face you to come back? It's understandable that you hate me." Murong Lianyun's tears fell like broken beads. She lowered her head and murmured, "I... I really don't know where I can go. I... I'll leave now."

"Brother Mu, why are you making things so difficult for a young girl?" Chu Junfeng frowned, reached out and patted Murong Lianyun's shoulder, but he was powerless to stop her tears and could only look at Mo Xibei.

When Mo Xibei realized that Mu Feinan had made his move, it was too late to stop him. At that moment, she was also in a complicated mood, not knowing whether she should take in Murong Lianyun. However, seeing that Murong Lianyun had been blown so far away by Mu Feinan's sleeve, she couldn't bear it and could only say, "Lianyun, I don't hate you. Just now, it was a misunderstanding."

“Who said it’s a misunderstanding? You don’t hate her, but I do.” Mu Feinan spoke leisurely, and as he spoke, he reached out and subtly grabbed Mo Xibei’s left hand, which was trying to stop him from speaking and was tugging hard at his sleeve.

"Impossible!" Mo Xibei couldn't break free and didn't want to make any big moves, so he could only turn around and warn him with his eyes not to go too far.