Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1502
Chapter 1502: Chapter 1491: Mu Fan Enters the Duke of Zhen's Mansion, Facing Three Big Mountains_1 Chapter 1502: Chapter 1491: Mu Fan Enters the Duke of Zhen's Mansion, Facing Three Big Mountains_1 “Jinyang, what are you messing around with?”
Lin Xiaoyang paused, seemingly reading his thoughts, almost pointing the broom in his hand at his nose.
“I'm wronged, what nonsense have I made?”
Lin Jinyang shamelessly got up, rubbing his arm pretending to be pitiful: “I slipped and fell, it was quite a tumble.”
“You fell?”
Lin Xiaoyang's face darkened, glaring at him without a hint of good temper.
Lin Jinpeng, with Mu Fan in tow, turned into the corridor at this very moment.
“Ah? You guys….”
The brothers met on the narrow road, stared at each other, and screamed out in surprise simultaneously.
“So you're Mu Fan.”
Lin Xiaoyang turned around sharply, looking at the black-haired and black-clothed young man who had appeared next to Lin Jinpeng. His eyes dangerously narrowed.
“Mu Fan of the Tranquil Sect, pays respect to senior.”
Mu Fan was composed, neither fawning nor arrogant.
“The Duke of Zhen's house does not welcome you!”
Lin Xiaoyang raised his broom and hit him on the head.
“Uncle!”
“No!”
Lin Jinyang and Lin Jinpeng were secretly anxious. One of them pounced on the broom and the other pulled Mu Fan away, their scalps tingling with fear.
In contrast, Mu Fan remained unperturbed, showing no signs of evasion or retreat.
*
Lin Xiaoyang was taken by surprise as Lin Jinyang wrestled the broom from his hands with brute force. Fuming with rage, without thinking, he swung his fist towards Mu Fan.
Lin Jinpeng smiled bitterly, steeling himself to confront Lin Xiaoyang. He parried every move, exchanging a few blows with him.
“You little wretches, are you two planning a rebellion?”
Lin Xiaoyang missed his shot and lost his chance of launching another attack, so he angrily stomped his foot.
“My brothers.”
Mu Fan darted forward, pulling Lin Jinpeng aside and placing himself between the two brothers: “I appreciate your well-intentioned efforts. Now, please allow me to handle this myself.”
“Hmph, at least you have some guts.”
Lin Xiaoyang glared at him, launching an undisguised punch straight at his face.
Mu Fan's figure whipped around, avoiding the incoming fist, while casually pushing with his right hand.
Lin Xiaoyang suddenly felt a powerful swirl of qi charging towards him, causing his body to spin uncontrollably on the spot, like a top.
He felt dizzy and disoriented. By the time he managed to stop and regain his senses, Mu Fan had disappeared from sight.
“You little shit, dare to trick me!”
A loud lion's roar echoed throughout the Duke of Zhen's estate.
This works?!
Lin Jinyang and Lin Jinpeng looked dumbfounded, their heads dripping cold sweat. Fearing they might be caught in the crossfire, the two fled the scene in haste.
*
Drunken Frost Residence.
The Old Master and the Duke of Zhen scrutinized the black-clad youth approaching them, eyeing him from head to toe.
“You're Mu Fan?”
Duke of Zhen glared at him with an intimidating stare.
“Mu Fan of the Tranquil Sect, pays respect to senior.”
Without entering the house, Mu Fan stood in the courtyard, bowed in respect towards the two elders.
“What brings you to the Duke of Zhen's estate?”
Duke of Zhen glared at him, a frown unconcealed on his face.
“I came here seeking your forgiveness.”
Mu Fan was resolute, stating his intention: “I have remembered everything from my previous life. Guilt-ridden that I caused Sister to suffer, I am uneasy without seeking forgiveness.”
“You're nothing but a harbinger of death!”
The Duke of Zhen was furious, unable to let go of his resentment: “You were not satisfied with ruining my granddaughter in the previous life, yet you come back to bother her in this life too. I don't want to hear your excuses, leave this place, you're not welcome here.”
“Grandfather.”
Lin Qingluo, who had long been aware of Mu Fan's arrival, overheard the conversation and rushed out from her grandmother's room with aching heart.
“Qingluo, go back.”
The Old Master exhibited a head-of-the-family aura as he poked the ground fiercely with his cane.
Chapter end
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