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"Damn it, why are there so many mosquitoes!"

"Fatty, why are we waiting here?"

At the foot of Mount Muren, a dilapidated van was parked quietly by the roadside.

Two men were hiding in the woods nearby.

One fat and one thin, they were feeding the mosquitoes.

"A Hen, I think your brain went bad after you broke up with your girlfriend," Fat Tiger said impatiently, staring outside.

"What the hell did you say?!" Zhang Hen's eyeballs widened, his handsome, boyish face flushing red.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it," Fat Tiger waved his hand and continued, "Haven't you noticed? Ever since Feng Bingbing's concert, Brother Mu has been acting a bit strange."

"How so?"

"He suddenly started talking about a transformation, about us becoming guardians of the entertainment industry."

Zhang Hen thought for a moment, "Brother Mu is more cultured than us. His ideas must be reasonable."

Fat Tiger said, "That's one way to put it, but Brother Mu talked about transforming, and then today he went after Zhou Yiyi, and made such a big deal out of it. Don't you find that strange?"

Zhang Hen said, "Isn't Brother Mu doing it for you! Besides, Zhou Yiyi deserved it, didn't he?"

"Brother Mu is naturally doing it for me, I know that," Fat Tiger paused, then continued, "But don't you think Zhou Yiyi might have offended Brother Mu in some other way?"

"In what way?"

"Like… a woman."

"A woman?" Zhang Hen thought for a moment, surprised, "There are tons of women who like Brother Mu, which one are you talking about?"

"Shit, I can't explain it to you!" Fat Tiger was speechless. After a while, he said again, "A Hen, if Brother Mu finds a rich woman and lives off her in the future, what will you do?"

Zhang Hen glared at Fat Tiger, "Nonsense! How could Brother Mu live off a woman?! Besides, no matter how rich, if she's too ugly, he wouldn't be able to eat!"

"What if she's rich, famous, beautiful, and completely devoted to Brother Mu?" Fat Tiger chuckled.

Zhang Hen froze, then sneered, "Idiot, you're dreaming! What kind of woman is like that?"

As they were talking, a figure appeared ahead.

To be precise, there were two figures.

Except the man was carrying the woman on his back, and from a distance, they looked like a single entity.

"Huh, Feng Bingbing is injured?" Zhang Hen muttered in surprise.

Fat Tiger narrowed his eyes, a look of excitement appearing on his face, like a spectator at a show.

"Hey, can you not hold on so tight?" Lin Mu said to Feng Bingbing as he walked down the mountain path.

"I'm afraid I'll fall," Feng Bingbing said, her long legs, which were wrapped around Lin Mu's waist from behind, tightening their grip.

Lin Mu couldn't be bothered with her anymore. He looked up and saw the van parked ahead, walked over quickly, and opened the door.

"Get down, get in!"

"Okay." Feng Bingbing reluctantly slid off Lin Mu's back. With nimble leaps, her feet landed in the passenger seat.

Lin Mu glanced at her agile legs, then sat in the driver's seat with a cold expression, started the car, and drove away from Mount Muren.

"A Hen, what do you think if Feng Bingbing became our sister-in-law?"

In the woods, Fat Tiger watched the departing van and asked Zhang Hen.

"Hmph, there are no good women in the entertainment industry!"

Zhang Hen sneered.

"Damn it, you idiot!"

"Are you cursing me again?"

"Senior, how do you know Mu Renshan so well? Do you come here often?"

Inside the van, Feng Bingbing's face was completely devoid of the pain and grievance from before, and she asked with a smile.

Lin Mu glanced at her. "Is your knee better?"

Feng Bingbing touched her knee and said in surprise, "It really is! Wow, this is amazing. It doesn't hurt anymore after you carried me for a while! It's a medical miracle!"

Lin Mu rolled his eyes. Was this woman no longer even trying to hide her lies?

The car drove out of the mountain road and onto the outer ring expressway heading towards the city.

It was pitch black outside the car windows, with only the lights spaced tens of meters apart on both sides of the lane faintly illuminating the road back.

Lin Mu was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"I heard Zhou Yiyi harassed you? And broke into your dressing room?"

Feng Bingbing snorted. "Him? If the show staff hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten him to death!"

"You're a girl, don't be so reckless! You'll get hurt!"

Lin Mu glanced at her and reminded her, "Haven't you been slandered enough these past few years?"

Feng Bingbing's personality was too straightforward, and she couldn't stand any injustice. If anyone provoked her, she would always retaliate twice as hard.

This also gave people plenty of "black spots" to exploit. In reality, these were often taken out of context, showing only her retorts without explaining the full situation.

So, many times, netizens only saw Feng Yidao arguing and causing trouble again, without knowing that it was usually others who provoked her first.

"What am I afraid of? I have a clear conscience!"

Feng Bingbing tossed her head.

Quite capable, just a bit clumsy.

Lin Mu sneered.

"How am I stupid?"

Feng Bingbing was unconvinced.

"If I were you, the next time you encounter trash like Zhou Yiyi, I'd slap him across the face, then start crying, saying I was harassed and want to call the police.

He'd be in the wrong, and he definitely wouldn't want to escalate things, so it would just be dropped.

He naturally wouldn't dare to mess with you again, and you might even be able to extort some money from him."

Lin Mu said calmly.

Feng Bingbing looked at him in astonishment, and after a long while, she said:

"Senior, you're so insidious. I like it!"

She then clapped her hands.

"Zhou Wanqing is indeed capable, but she's too straightforward and not wicked enough. Remind her."

Lin Mu ignored her flattery and continued to instruct.

"Oh, I'll tell Sister Wan Qing that you said she's too stupid."

"...I can't be bothered to talk to you anymore."

The van quickly exited the ring expressway and entered the city. Lin Mu skillfully drove to the hotel where Feng Bingbing was staying.

"Get out, Zhou Wanqing and your assistant must be worried."

Feng Bingbing said in surprise, "Senior, how did you know I was staying here?"

Lin Mu paused.

Seeing his expression, Feng Bingbing covered her mouth and smiled, opened the car door, and lightly jumped out. She turned and waved at him.

"Senior, goodnight~~"

Lin Mu's mouth twitched. He instructed Feng Bingbing:

"Don't tell anyone about my identity. I want to keep a low profile."

After speaking, he shifted into gear and stepped on the accelerator, and the van roared away.

"Don't worry, Senior, I won't say a word even if you beat me to death!"

Feng Bingbing smiled and waved at the departing van until it was no longer visible. Then, she grinned and limped towards the hotel.

She ran into Xiao Zhu, who was sweating profusely. As soon as Xiao Zhu saw Feng Bingbing, she rushed over, almost in tears.

"Little Bing, where did you go? We couldn't find you anywhere, and Sister Wan Qing has already called the police!"

"Huh?"

Feng Bingbing was stunned, her eyes darting around.

"I, I went out for a spring outing."

Xiao Zhu said dejectedly, "What spring outing are you going on in the middle of the night? Where's your phone?"

Feng Bingbing took out her dirty phone and said pitifully, "My phone got waterlogged and won't turn on."

She quickly grabbed Xiao Zhu's phone and called Zhou Wanqing to let her know she was safe.

At that moment, Zhou Wanqing was at the police station filing a missing person report. When she received Feng Bingbing's call, she was furious.

"Feng Bingbing, you stay put in the hotel! I'm coming back immediately. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll beat your butt black and blue!"