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Su Mu had just arrived at the entrance of Luofeng Courtyard when she saw lights inside, remembering what Yan Zhujun had said earlier about letting Yan Jiyue come to apologize in person.
How could Yan Jiyue possibly come to apologize, more likely to come and make trouble.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Xiao Ping guarding outside the door, looking at him with a half-smile: "Young Mistress, you've finally returned, the young master has been waiting for you for a long time, even the Zhujun hasn't made him wait this long before."
The implication was to mock her for putting on airs.
In the past, Su Mu might have explained a bit, but now Su Mu only wanted to separate, and started to give up: "Let him wait then."
Xiao Ping's smile twitched at the corner of his mouth: "What did you say?"
Su Mu didn't care: "I didn't know Yan Jiyue was waiting for me, since he came to my courtyard on his own initiative, isn't it right for him to wait for me a while? Do I have to kneel at the door to welcome him?" What a big face.
Xiao Ping couldn't maintain face, struggling to maintain a smile: "That's not necessary, the young master is still waiting for you, please go in first." He gritted his teeth and opened the door.
Yan Jiyue sat in the main seat, wearing a red robe with cold eyes lowered, his appearance cold yet alluring, his eye shape not like the popular modern European double eyelids, but extremely traditional classical single-lidded phoenix eyes, at first glance a bit unfamiliar, but becoming more charming the more one looked.
Unfortunately, such a good-looking face was paired with such a dog-like temper.
Yan Jiyue raised his eyes and gazed at her deeply, his voice as cold as icicles colliding: "I heard from my father that my attendant offended you and was beaten with twenty strokes?"
Yan Jiyue got straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Yes." Su Mu leaned against the doorframe, standing tall and straight, her white robe like snow with a blood-red waist, the red and white matching like snow and red maple, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned in provocation: "Did Hua Lu complain to you?"
"Complain?" Yan Jiyue's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her coldly: "Weren't you the first to complain? As a mistress, you can't even control your servants and need my father to intervene, how is that like a woman." It was thanks to you father and son that she couldn't control the servants, and you still have the nerve to point fingers at her here.
However, now Su Mu couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
She closed the door and latched it from the inside, blocking Xiao Ping outside.
"What are you trying to do?" Yan Jiyue stood up instantly, looking at her nervously.
Xiao Ping also realized something was wrong at this moment, anxiously knocking on the door, shouting loudly: "Young Master, Young Master, Young Mistress please open the door."
Yan Jiyue watched her warily, the usually arrogant and aloof him now slightly retreating.
It felt as if Su Mu was an old lecher with ill intentions.
Su Mu felt playful, deliberately smiled and said: "My little young master, we are husband and wife, what do you think I want to do?"
"You— shameless." Yan Jiyue leaned against the wall, tightly clutching his collar.
Su Mu chuckled lightly, who was more shameless between her and this father and son pair?
The playfulness subsided, and the smile on Su Mu's face disappeared. She directly took out the separation agreement she had prepared long ago and threw it in his face.
"This is what the young master has always wanted."
Yan Jiyue opened the envelope uncertainly, glancing at it casually, then his eyes widened slightly, looking at Su Mu in disbelief.
Su Mu leaned against the desk, a faint smile on her lips, the autumn moon by the window hanging like a silk curtain, blowing her long hair like a waterfall.
"You, you really mean it?" Yan Jiyue tightly clutched this thin piece of paper, his grip so excited it seemed he might crush it.
"Of course." Su Mu nodded, tidying her wind-tousled hair: "The freedom you've always wanted, I'm giving it back to you."
"Good." Yan Jiyue hardly hesitated at all, afraid that Su Mu would change her mind after coming to her senses, he immediately said: "Where's the red clay?"
"No need for red clay." Su Mu's room didn't have such things, even the writing brushes and ink in this room were bought by herself.
"Then what should we use?" Yan Jiyue asked.
"Use this." Su Mu bit her finger, took the separation agreement, and pressed a bloody fingerprint on her name.
Yan Jiyue was somewhat shocked, he hadn't expected Su Mu to really be willing to separate from him, and in such a resolute manner.
Wasn't she the one who took advantage of the situation back then, actively begging to marry into the Yan family?
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