After coming ashore, the little mermaid was pampered by his five fathers.

Mu Lang didn't ask any more questions and left the restaurant directly.

Seeing his back, Murui's eyes darkened.

He wouldn't reveal Ranran's true identity until he was fully prepared.

However, now that Mu Lang has run into him, it's a bit troublesome. Hopefully, he'll have some sense of propriety, otherwise... he'll definitely have an unforgettable memory.

"Keep eating, ignore him."

Mu Chen took a couple of bites, then thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Mu, was that your brother just now? I felt his smile was so fake, like he was wearing a mask."

"Really? I think so too."

Because of Mu Chen's words, Mu Rui became more cautious.

When Murui returned home that evening, he received a call from the old house, and it turned out to be Xiao Ranran.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately knew who had spread the word.

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up, he immediately called Lu Lingzhou.

"What happened? Did something happen to Xiao Guai?" Lu Lingzhou asked.

"No, it's that the Mu family knows about him and they want me to bring him home tonight." Mu Rui's tone was somewhat gloomy. "Should I bring him?"

Lu Lingzhou leaned back in his chair and chuckled softly, "Is Mr. Mu afraid?"

"Mu Rui, if you don't even have the ability to protect Ranran, how can you have the face to be his father? Besides, if you back down over such a small matter, how can you trample the Mu family under your feet?"

"But I'm worried about Ranran..." He didn't want Ranran to get involved.

At least, not until he brings down the Mu family.

His Ranran is so well-behaved and obedient; she deserves to grow up carefree in a wonderful environment.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you just say Ranran is my son?" Lu Lingzhou gave him another idea.

"He dares to offend anyone from the Mu family, but he can't afford to offend the Lu family."

"I see."

Murui still didn't bring Ranran along, because the little one was already asleep, having not taken a nap during the day.

"I'm going out for a bit. You stay and watch over Ranran. I'll be right back."

Mu Chen nodded: "Okay, I know, Uncle Mu, please be careful."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Rui went to the Mu family and immediately attracted the attention of several people.

Murui glanced at the old man in the middle, then at Mu Lang standing behind him, but didn't spare a single glance for the other two.

"Why did Grandpa call me back?"

Old Master Mu looked left and right, and seeing that his hands were empty and there was no one behind him, he couldn't help but frown.

"Where's the child? Didn't I tell you to bring him back?"

Murray feigned ignorance: "What child?"

Grandpa Mu said, "It's that child you were holding today. Your brother saw it."

"Tell Grandpa if he is your child. If you say yes, Grandpa will immediately add him to the family genealogy."

Upon hearing this, the woman sitting on the sofa looked displeased, clutching the handkerchief in her hand.

Murui looked at Mu Lang, saw him smile at her, then looked away and said in an unfriendly tone, "What do you mean my child? That's a friend's. I'm just helping to take care of him."

"If Grandpa only asked me about this, then I'll head back now."

"Stop!" Old Master Mu's expression changed, but after a moment's thought, he realized that there were too many people around and he was embarrassed to say it. So he said, "Come with me to the study."

"The rest of you, go and rest."

The old man went upstairs, turned around and saw that Mu Rui wasn't moving, and urged him, "Mu Rui, come upstairs, aren't you listening to your grandfather?"

Murui clenched his fist and had no choice but to follow.

As soon as they left, the woman angrily threw down the handkerchief in her hand.

"Add him to the family register! How could the old man say such a thing about a nobody like him? It's outrageous favoritism!"

"My poor son, he still hasn't..." The woman looked at Mu Lang, who lowered his head and wiped away his tears, her eyes filled with heartache.

"Say less, what kind of talk is that if people hear it!" the man sitting next to the woman said irritably.

"What kind of talk is this? Our son isn't even on the family register, so he won't get a share of the inheritance. What kind of talk is this?!"

"Mu Kang, I'm so unlucky to have married you."

"I thought you were an ambitious person, but look what happened. You can't even fight for your own child's rights, and you still have the nerve to yell at me like that. Go sleep in the study tonight."

The woman said a few words in a stern voice, then turned and went upstairs.

Upon seeing this, Mu Kang frowned, wanting to say something but remaining silent.

He looked at Xiang Mulang with some apology: "I'm sorry, it's all because your father is incompetent, it's really your grandfather who..."

"Don't be angry. Once we help the Mu family turn things around, your father can bring it up again, and your grandfather will definitely agree."

Mu Lang smiled faintly, "It's alright, Dad, I won't hold it against you."

"Grandpa was already very kind to let me come back."

Mu Kang could see the sadness in his eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go and rest. Come to the company with me tomorrow."

"it is good."

After Mu Kang left, the smile on Mu Lang's face faded, replaced by a sinister look.

He didn't care whether or not he was included in the family genealogy; what he cared about was Mu Rui.

But now we need to figure out where that child came from and what his relationship is with Murui.

He wouldn't allow anything to slip out of his control, especially when it came to Murray!

The butler happened to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face and retreated in fear.

Why is the second young master like this...? He seems like a completely different person.

He looked up at the night sky outside the window and sighed. The world was about to change…

In the study, the old man stood in front of his desk, his back to Murui, looking at the photograph in his hand with great appreciation.

"I know you harbor hatred in your heart, hatred for each and every one of us, but Xiao Rui, you are still a member of the Mu family, your surname is Mu."

Murui clenched his fists, unable to contain his emotions. "What's so great about having the surname Mu?"

"I despise what you are so proud of."

Grandpa Mu wasn't angry. He put down the photo in his hand, turned around, and looked at Mu Rui. "Grandpa is very sorry about your mother. Grandpa never thought it would turn out like this."

"I thought..."

"Don't mention my mother!" Murui's eyes were red, like a furious lion, trying to suppress his anger.

"You're not worthy, the Mu family isn't worthy, and even I'm not worthy!"

"We are all her murderers!"

The old man sighed, knowing this matter couldn't be explained in a few words, and changed the subject, asking, "Then, is that child yours?"

Murui wanted to say no, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He was afraid that one day, the little one would be hurt by hearing it.

So he didn't give a clear answer, but simply replied, "The Lu family."

"Patriarch Lu?" The old man said with some disappointment, "Sigh, I thought it was yours."

"Your brother also showed me a photo. The child is very well-behaved and looks a bit like you."

"Since it's not true, then forget it. Do you want to rest here tonight?"

"No need." Murui turned to leave, but when he reached the door, the old man's words came over again.

"Be careful on the road."

"If you have the chance, please bring it to see. I really like it."