Chapter 318: Uncle, Send Me Home

her thigh, her indifferent gaze fixed on the television—the time in the lower right corner.It's already five-thirty, where is that little girlJust as he thought of this, a playful and lively voice cam...Mu Xing painfully nestled in the man's arms, her thin shoulders trembling incessantly, pleading nearly: "Little Uncle, I want to go home, take me home..."

Fu Lingxiao knew that the house she was talking about was the ruins of the Mu family's estate. He had already sent people to investigate, and it had been restored to its original state by He Zhaoxiu.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

He picked up Mu Xing and went to the cloakroom, grabbing a coat at random to wrap around her. Holding her, he went downstairs.

"Uncle Wu, prepare the carriage!"

Butler Wu was in the living room watching the workers replace the new television. Seeing his young master come down the stairs hurriedly with the baby in his arms, the baby still whimpering, he couldn't help but show a look of concern on his face.

The fourteen gunshots that rang out in the morning sent shivers down his spine, even though he wasn't there.

Looking at Mu Xing's little baby like this, it's clearly related to her.

Uncle Wu knew deep down that there were many things he shouldn't meddle in. He could only silently keep his concern in his heart and go out to call a driver.

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing and got into the car. The black Rolls-Royce drove out of the manor and sped towards the Mu family.

The carriage was silent.

Mu Xing had stopped sobbing and was quietly nestled in the man's arms. The man held her with his left hand, and with his right hand, he gently stroked her icy cheek, looking down at her silently.

An hour later, the car arrived at the Mu family's villa.

Shen Lu, who arrived first, had already opened the gate of Mu's villa and was standing at the entrance, waiting. Seeing the car stop, he immediately stepped forward to open the door.

After a few seconds, Fu Lingxiao carried Mu Xing out of the car and walked steadily into the Mu family villa.

"Uncle, I'll walk by myself."

The moment he stepped through the door, the girl in his arms suddenly cried out. Her voice was soft and husky after crying.

Fu Lingxiao followed her words and put her down.

Mu Xing carefully buttoned up the man's overcoat, which was too big for her. It swung with each step she took, making her appear even more slender.

Fu Lingxiao followed her at a slow pace, looking at her thin figure. His eyes were full of pity and self-blame.

It was his hasty thinking, eager to stop the little girl from continuing her investigation, that he forgot to consider whether she could accept such a sudden truth...

From the moment she stepped into the mansion, the scene of the fire twelve years ago appeared vividly in Mu Xing's mind. Her gaze swept across the room, meeting only raging flames that burned her eyes and seared her soul.

Her feet felt like they were stepping on hot lava, each step was so painful that she wanted to cry.

Mu Xing avoided the spot where her family had last lain, making her way to the bathroom.

The scene from the nightmare suddenly assailed her, and she fell to her knees by the bathtub, gripping the edge with both hands, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"Mommy..."

It was right here, she watched with her own eyes, her mommy being drowned in the water...

Fu Lingxiao slowly squatted down, kneeling on one knee, and wrapped his arms around Mu Xing from behind. His distinct hand bones covered her pale little hand and held it tightly.

A slender figure stood silently in the shadows, quietly watching the man's broad embrace inside the bathroom. He held the girl like a fledgling, sheltering her under his wings and soothing her pain.

His hazel eyes glistened with bitterness, he raised his lips slightly, and left silently.

A long, long time.

The starlight gradually subsided.

"Uncle, I'm fine."

She no longer cried, her voice was flat, but her eyes were bloodshot.

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows were tightly furrowed as he gently grasped her hands, turning her around to face him. His eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked at her, "Xing'er, in front of me, you don't have to be so strong. You can cry, you can fuss, you can vent freely."

Instead of even crying out, there wasn't a sound.

"I'm really fine."

Mu Xing withdrew her hand and wiped away her tears, a faint smile gracing her lips. Her cheekbones curved into a subtle dimple, reflecting the sunlight filtering through the frosted glass. She seemed to have transformed back into that bright and radiant young girl once more.

"Uncle, thank you. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to find the killer so quickly and avenge my family."

Her eyes were sincere and innocent, her clear gaze reflecting the man's handsome features.

But Fu Lingxiao only saw his own meanness in her eyes.

For a fleeting moment, he doubted his decision, but it passed as quickly as it came. Besides being hasty, he had no regrets.

From now on, the little girl could be with him without any burden. As for the truth, he would investigate for her. If it turned out to be his father in the end, he would give up his life for her, atoning for his sins!

Mu Xing took the man's big hand and got up from the ground, "Uncle, I'll take you on a tour of my house."

Fu Lingxiao smiled faintly, "Good."

Mu Xing took his hand and led him on a tour of the villa, finally arriving at her bedroom.

"Uncle, look, these are the gifts Ah Chao brother prepared for me over these twelve years."

Mu Xing ran dundundun to the desk, picked up a gift and shook it in front of the man, smiling with curved eyebrows.

Fu Lingxiao felt a bit unhappy inside, but the little girl had finally recovered her smile. He didn't want to ruin it, so he walked over and rubbed her head, "En, what is it"

"Let me take it apart for you."

Mu Xing carefully unwrapped the gift one by one, displaying it before the man's eyes. Then, she carefully packed it back up again, her demeanor as if handling some priceless treasure.

tsk!

Even worse!

Fu Lingxiao's expression remained unchanged, he still maintained a faint smile, but his deep eyes turned cold. He silently shifted his gaze, afraid that if he looked any longer, he would be unable to resist throwing this pile of junk away.

Mu Xing wrapped the gift and held the man's big hand, "Uncle Xiao, let's go."

Stepping out of the villa, Mu Xing closed the door and got into the car with the man.

The driver started the car and slowly drove away.

Mu Xing lay on the car window until she could no longer see the villa, then reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

Fu Lingxiao pulled her into his embrace and whispered softly, "This is not Qingyun Mountain. It's only an hour's journey. We can come back anytime."

Mùxīng nodded, looked up at the man, "Uncle, I want to go find cháo gege, and my classmate. I want to tell them."

Fu Lingxiao's eyes flickered. "Good."

Half an hour later, arrived at the hospital.

The two held hands and walked into He Chao's office. He Chao happened to be coming back from the ward and saw them, surprised, "Mr. Fu, Little Mu Xing, what brings you here"

Mu Xing smiled sweetly, "Come and see you."

He immediately noticed her swollen eyes, clearly from crying recently. She was also wearing men's clothes. He furrowed his brows and glanced at Fu Lingxiao, could he have bullied Mu Xing

They seem to be getting along well.

He, He Chao, was confused but since they suddenly came over, there must be something the matter. He welcomed the two into his office and had them sit down, then asked with concern, "Little Mu Xing, is something wrong"s. Her mind was filled with the image of her little uncle struggling in the fire. Every second she couldn't see him, she felt restless.She anxiously gazed out the window at the sky, little uncle, you...