"Two came this morning, so that means," Song Xu said, giving Mu Anxiao a narcissistic glance, "this guy is the third."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao frowned and turned her gaze directly to Song Xu's face. "I don't know you, so what makes you say third?" Her look towards Song Xu became unfriendly.
"Impersonating Brother Shen's friend is equivalent to impersonating my friend. You tell me, aren't you the third?" Song Xu said unreasonably.
In decades, Mu Anxiao had met many narcissistic people, but this was her first time encountering such a self-obsessed stranger. Looking at him, she couldn't help but reveal an expression of disdain. Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly remembered that she had placed the money pouch in her embrace.
With that thought, she ignored Song Xu and casually took out the money pouch from her embrace.
The waiter's eyes widened in surprise.
At the same time, Song Xu glanced at the money pouch in Mu Anxiao's hand and chuckled, "Not a down-on-his-luck young master." He then appraised Mu Anxiao's clothes, his brow furrowing. "Your clothes look so familiar."
"..." Mu Anxiao, intending to ignore him, calmly looked at the waiter before her and said, "Now, can I go in?" She tilted her chin.
The waiter was awkward.
Subsequently, seeing Mu Anxiao's dismissive attitude, Song Xu became angry. "I'm talking to you, have you no manners?"
"It's not good to be so familiar without invitation," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Song Xu, then turning back to the waiter. "What are you waiting for? Let's go."
"Yes, esteemed guest." The waiter's attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn. He then cautiously looked at Song Xu and said, "Young master, everything is first come, first served. Please wait, I'll arrange a private room for you right away." After speaking, he smiled at Mu Anxiao and walked inside.
Mu Anxiao followed the waiter's steps without even looking at Song Xu.
Then, Song Xu looked at Mu Anxiao's arrogant departing back and snorted coldly, also following along.
A moment later.
Mu Anxiao was arranged by the waiter at a spot not far from the entrance. As soon as she sat down, she regretted it. However, to avoid suspicion, she could only feign composure while sitting at the table. Then, as arranged by Ouyang Ye, she took out the mission paper and handed it to the waiter again.
This time, the waiter took the mission without a word, said, "Please wait," and walked away.
At the same time, Song Xu sat down opposite Mu Anxiao.
"Which young master are you from?" he asked, looking at Mu Anxiao with a playful smile.
Mu Anxiao picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea, remaining silent.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao was ignoring him, Song Xu became angry. "I'm asking you a question. You're a young master of the manor, can you not be so impolite?" He lightly tapped the table to express his anger towards Mu Anxiao.
Conversely, Mu Anxiao put down her teacup and calmly looked at Song Xu, asking, "Do you know Shen Moyun?" As she asked, her wound began to ache faintly, but to appear magnanimous, she endured it.
Song Xu: "Yes, I do. We fought on the battlefield together." He said, noticing Mu Anxiao's expression was not quite right. "Are you alright?"
"What do you mean by that?" Mu Anxiao retorted, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Song Xu: "You seem unwell." As he spoke, he started to get up.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'll take a look," Song Xu said, already standing up.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Song Xu, who might come over at any moment, and said, "No need, I just have a slight stomach discomfort."
"Then go to the outhouse," Song Xu said calmly.
Mu Anxiao shook her head. "No, you should go." She waved her hand.
Song Xu: "I'm not leaving." He said, then sat down again. "You're Brother Shen's friend, so you're my friend. Speaking of which, what were you giving the waiter just now?"
"I don't consider you a friend," Mu Anxiao stated directly.
Song Xu's expression stiffened. "In our circle, being too direct isn't good. Of course," he rested his chin on one hand, fixing his gaze on Mu Anxiao, "you can be as unrestrained as you want with me. I have a good temper. If it were someone else, you might be in trouble."
"I doubt others would be bored enough to strike up a conversation with me," Mu Anxiao said, now wishing the Song Xu before her would leave quickly.
Song Xu: "That's true. But speaking of which, why do your clothes look exactly like Brother Shen's? Really," he thought about Mu Anxiao's relationship with 'Shen Moyun' and became vexed. "Before, when I wanted to wear the same clothes as Brother Shen, he wouldn't agree. No, I have to get a set of clothes made that are just like his."
"Go ahead," Mu Anxiao was eager for Song Xu to leave, so hearing him say this made her unexpectedly excited.
Song Xu laughed. "If I'm going to get them made, it won't be right now." As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on Mu Anxiao's face. "Speaking of which, why are your clothes and face so dirty? Have you encountered some trouble? Or..."
"When I came, I ran into a group of beggars. They asked me for money, and I didn't give it to them, so they beat me up," Mu Anxiao interrupted, not wanting to listen to Song Xu's nonsense anymore. So, she just thought of this.
Indeed, after hearing this, Song Xu fell silent and became quiet.
Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her gaze to the teacup.
Then, Song Xu began again. "You're really unlucky, but then again, you're quite lucky." Saying this, he casually picked up the empty teacup.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao said, "This tea is mine. If you want to drink, go to another table." As she spoke, she cupped the teapot protectively with her hand.
Song Xu laughed. "Fine, so stingy."
"It's none of your business," Mu Anxiao said, glaring at Song Xu, then lowering her head.
Subsequently, Song Xu said again, "You're quite lucky too."
Hearing Song Xu's repeated words, Mu Anxiao paused, thinking that if she didn't say something, he would probably keep asking.
Thinking so, she said helplessly, "How am I lucky?" As she spoke, she looked up at Song Xu.
Song Xu: "Even though you were beaten by beggars, your money pouch wasn't snatched." He smiled. "Dare you say that this isn't luck?"
"I protected it myself, it has nothing to do with luck," Mu Anxiao deliberately contradicted Song Xu.
Song Xu laughed. "I just think you're lucky." Saying this, he pointed at the teapot. "I'm thirsty."
"If you're thirsty, then leave," Mu Anxiao said, guarding the teapot even more closely.
Song Xu looked at her, speechless for a moment, and said, "You're really petty. Speaking of which," he had no intention of leaving, "you're not from around here, are you?"
"..." Mu Anxiao couldn't be bothered to reply and lowered her head, staring at the teacup.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao was ignoring him, Song Xu smiled.