Chapter 44-the past five years

"Dongfang Mo will definitely be willing to take me in as his wife," Mu Xue said.

Mu Xue was confident about the whole thing.

"Back then, I was the one who was unwilling to marry into the Dongfang family. He was somewhat helpless and had no choice but to accept Mu Ru. Now that I'm willing to marry him, of course, he would be more than happy to accept the arrangement."

As Xi Yuancheng listened to Mu Xue, he recalled the scene when he brought Mu Xue to the Dongfang family after the wedding.

At that time, Dongfang Mo indeed wanted Mu Xue to stay. Xi Yuancheng had regretted insisting that he was better off with Mu Ru. Back then, Dongfang Mo had no choice but to oblige and accept Mu Ru since Mu Xue was hell-bent on not staying with him.

From what had happened, he could tell that Dongfang Mo had always liked Mu Xue.

Moreover, six years ago, he had already taken a liking to Mu Xue.

He felt hopeful that Dongfang Mo would agree to exchange Mu Ru for Mu Xue.

Meanwhile, Nangong Xun was driving. He sneered at the thought of Xi Muxue's infatuated gaze. He recalled how Mu Xue had humiliated him five years ago and how Mu Ru had treated him kindly.

He would never forget that summer five years ago when he had been chased down by his enemies. Because he had been in a hurry to shake them off, he had run wildly with no specific route. He ended up falling off a cliff. Not only had his clothes been torn, his phone and wallet fell off the cliff as well. He ended up having a broken leg.

He tried to lift himself up, dragging his broken legs along the road. He climbed out of the jungle under the cliff with great difficulty. He walked for three whole days before he reached the main road.

The main road was still within the city outskirts, in a remote place in the middle of nowhere. He had been walking for three days and three nights. Not only were his clothes completely worn out, but his muscles were also very sore. He had so many deep wounds. He was a little afraid of looking at his own injuries.

He lay on the side of the road. He was cold, hungry, tired, and in pain. He looked at the speeding cars along the main road and shouted loudly at them, hoping that one of the cars would stop to help him.

However, he was starving, and he could barely say anything. His voice sounded very hoarse. The cars were too fast for the drivers to even hear or notice him.

He shouted for a long time, but no one heard him. He had no strength left, and he could only lie down by the side of the road, hoping that pedestrians and passersby would see him and lend a helping hand.

Soon, a group of children walked over towards him. They were wearing high school uniforms with dark blue and white stripes on them. They looked like seventh or eighth-grade high school students.

There were around twenty of them, and they were all carrying bags. They were probably returning from a spring trip. Everyone was in a good mood. Along the way, they were singing and walking toward a bus that was parked not far away.

He gathered up all his strength and tried his best to be heard.

"Please! Can you help me? I need help!" he shouted.

Although he had used all his strength, none of the students clearly heard him. However, they just happened to pass by him, so not only did they hear his voice, but they also saw him.

The mere sight of him frightened the young students. He looked dirty and disheveled, and he looked no worse than a mere beggar. Moreover, since he had been wandering for three days already, the stench coming from his body was even worse.