The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife Chapter 1266 - Invitation 1

1266 Invitation 1After dinner, Shen Yue was having fun with Mu Xiaocheng.

Zhuang Shurong wanted to make some healthy porridge for Mu Lingshi, but then Xi Xiaye noticed that she was chatting with Shen Wenna, so she volunteered to help her. She then found Xi Mushan looking for a glass when she entered the kitchen.
“Father, please wait for a moment. I have something to talk to you about,” Xi Xiaye called out to him as he was about to leave the kitchen.
Xi Mushan stopped and looked at her. His face looked slightly reddish. Apparently, he was having fun drinking that night.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
Xi Xiaye lit up the fire and grabbed a towel to clean her hands.
“Let’s talk on the balcony.” She then led the way to the balcony first as Xi Mushan soon followed behind her.
The sky had turned dark, and the two of them just stood by the railings without the lights on.
“Mu Yuchen and I met Han Yifeng in New York. We got to know that he’s been doing well with his son. Ever since they got into a fight, the Han family started to ignore Xi Xinyi. I know Mother and you visited Yue Lingshi before. I suppose things have come to an end. It’s not important to find out whose fault it was anymore,” Xi Xiaye said as she looked at Xi Mushan.
His expression froze for a moment as he kept quiet.
“I’m grateful that you’ve been keeping neutral about whatever happens between Xi Xinyi and me. At least, I don’t feel too bad about it. However, I understand how you feel—”
“Xiaye.” Before she could continue, Xi Mushan interrupted her, “About the things between your mother, me, and Yue Lingsi, the two of you were innocent, and…”
“It doesn’t really matter. What matters now is that we’re all doing well. Mother has already let go of the past and is with you now. That means she has gotten over it.”
“What did Han Yifeng say?” Xi Mushan let out a long sigh before asking.
“He was not sure if he could go back to Xi Xinyi again. I suppose you’re worried about this issue here, right? If that’s the case, Xi Xinyi might…maybe we should give her a chance…”
Xi Mushan was surprised by Xi Xiaye’s words.
“You don’t have to look at me like that. It’s not like I’m being kind. Aside from being considerate about our blood ties, I don’t want to see a tragedy happen again. Moreover…”
Suddenly, Xi Xiaye’s phone started ringing. She paused before reaching in to get it.
“Hello?”
She waited for a moment, but there was no reply.
Frowning, Xi Xiaye waited for a while again and was considering hanging up on the call when suddenly, a voice reached her.
“It’s me…Xi Xiaye!” It was a familiar, hesitant voice.
Who else could it be apart from Xi Xinyi?
“Xi Xinyi?” Xi Xiaye was shocked. She instantly remembered what her man had told her before she left the United States. He had totally predicted it!
However, Xi Xinyi just acted so much more quickly than she expected.
“That’s right. It’s me. Are you surprised?” Xi Xinyi was standing on the balcony in her house as she spoke. Only she knew how long it had taken for her to muster the courage to call Xi Xiaye. She had to let go of her pride.
To be frank, she had lost her pride a long time ago. It had already been lost to Han Yifeng and her child.
Xi Xiaye’s eyes darkened slightly. “I am surprised indeed.”
Xi Xinyi laughed at herself and took a deep breath. “I know you did something that made Father and Mrs. Shen visit my mother. I really don’t want to thank you because I hate you. I hate being in this situation since both of you won. As for my mother and me…I hate myself even more…”
When she was reminded of the past, she felt like knives were stabbed into her heart. It was so painful that it almost suffocated her.
“I’m not going to take pity on you.” Xi Xiaye could hear the pain in her voice, but her tone was still cold.
“I don’t need your pity!” Xi Xinyi replied, “You’re lucky, Xi Xiaye. You’re way luckier than I am!”
Xi Xiaye did not reply as she just grinned. Meanwhile, Xi Mushan could overhear their conversation.
“You didn’t call me today just to complain, did you?” Xi Xiaye looked outside at the dim street lamps, and the image of Han Yifeng’s cruel expression surfaced in her mind.
Xi Xinyi’s eyes darkened as she forced her tears back. After struggling for a little while, she said, “I know you just came back from America, and you met Han Yifeng. I want to talk to you about us.”
“You mean about Han Yifeng and you, don’t you?” Xi Xiaye sounded cold. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about when it comes to us.”
Xi Xinyi did not know that Mu Yuchen had arranged for the meeting in New York, and Xi Xiaye did not plan on telling her too.
“Fine, let’s just say it’s about Han Yifeng and me, so please meet me. I…”
“Meet me at the Bamboo Teahouse at noon tomorrow.” To Xi Xinyi’s surprise, Xi Xiaye agreed to the request easily.
She was stunned for a moment. “Alright, I’ll head over earlier.”
Xi Xiaye hung up and let out a sigh of relief before she turned back to Xi Mushan. “Well, I guess we’ll have to settle our sisterly conflict ourselves.”
She turned around and was about to head back inside when Xi Mushan suddenly called out to her, “Xiaye…”
Xi Xiaye halted her steps.