Unraveling Tensions

Mu Tianxue sat down furiously. "You two shameless scum!"

Mu Tianyang's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"

"Hmph!" Mu Tianxue turned her head away defiantly.

Mu Tianyang shot her a cold look, but he said nothing. Instead, he called out to Zhang Ma, "Bring me some ice."

...

In the quiet living room, Wanqing lay across Mu Tianyang's lap, as he gently applied ice to the back of her head. Mu Tianxue watched from the side, her eyes full of resentment.

Hmph…

This is too much!

Her brother was hers!

He had never cared for her like this! What was this Wanqing even to him?

It was all too much…

She glared at Wanqing, her gaze slowly scanning from Wanqing's pristine white shoes upward. Hmph, all designer brands. How generous her brother was! Her eyes then stopped at Wanqing's wrist, and she looked up at Mu Tianyang, incredulity filling her voice. "That Vacheron Constantin she's wearing... it's not mine, is it? You promised to buy me a watch earlier this year!"

"Mm." Mu Tianyang responded indifferently. "It was originally yours, but since you stopped studying hard and fell out of the top ten in your class, I gave it to her instead."

"Ah!" Mu Tianxue screamed, as if driven mad. That custom-made Vacheron Constantin—there was only one in the world!

"I'll kill her!" Mu Tianxue lunged at Wanqing.

Wanqing, startled, quickly scrambled to get up, trying to dodge. But Mu Tianxue grabbed her, pulling on her hair with force. "I'll teach you to seduce my brother!"

"Ah…" Wanqing cried out in pain but didn't dare to fight back. She could only curl up in a corner, sobbing.

Mu Tianyang's eyes darkened. "Stop!"

"You're a temptress! Don't you dare seduce my brother! You don't deserve him!" Mu Tianxue continued yanking at Wanqing's hair.

Mu Tianyang took a deep breath, throwing the ice bag onto the coffee table with a loud thud. Mu Tianxue flinched, releasing Wanqing and turning toward him, fear in her eyes.

"Stop causing trouble!" Mu Tianyang ordered. "If you make it into the top five in the final exams, I'll order you a Patek Philippe, with pink diamonds!"

Patek Philippe—the watch was even more prestigious than Vacheron Constantin. Mu Tianxue's eyes gleamed with longing at the mention of it, and she lifted her chin proudly. "I'll definitely make it! And if I get first place, I want an Apple phone with pink diamonds!"

"Apple doesn't make one like that."

Mu Tianxue moved closer, draping her arms around his. "Make one for me, please…"

"Then work hard for it." Mu Tianyang pushed her off gently and stood up, heading upstairs. "Wanqing, come with me."

"Yes." Wanqing hurriedly followed.

Seeing this, Mu Tianxue's face shifted again, her expression turning uncomfortable.

Wanqing followed Mu Tianyang into his room. As the door closed behind them, Mu Tianyang turned to her. "Why didn't you fight back?"

Wanqing froze for a moment, lowering her head coldly. "I didn't dare."

"What?"

"She's your sister. I couldn't hit her."

Mu Tianyang smirked, raising her chin. "If she weren't my sister, would you have hit her?"

Wanqing paused for a moment, then lifted her chin slightly. "Of course!"

"Hah!" Mu Tianyang laughed, pulling her into his arms and walking toward the bed. "I like your attitude…"

Once at the edge of the bed, he let go of her and began to unbutton her blouse, leaning down to kiss her.

Wanqing resisted slightly. "Can we wait until tonight?"

"I want it now." Mu Tianyang grasped her hand, guiding it toward his waist. "You almost triggered it just now…"

Wanqing tried to pull away but remained still, not moving.

Mu Tianyang kissed her neck, but suddenly paused, his eyes sharpening as he looked at her. "What is that smell?"

"What smell?" Wanqing had no idea what he was talking about, her confusion evident in her expression.

He grabbed her chin tightly, his eyes burning with intensity. "What's that scent on you?!"