CHAPTER 657: CHAPTER 447

Wu Mu’s worry was justified.

In fact, the situation was progressing even faster than he had anticipated.

The next day, as soon as Lin Qingyue woke up and checked her phone, it was dinging and buzzing non-stop.

There were calls and messages from Lin Xueming, the latest of which was at past two in the morning.

The two of them exchanged a glance.

Lin Qingyue thought for a moment and said, "I’ll call back and ask."

She dialed the number, and it connected after just a few rings, followed by Lin Xueming’s obviously anger-restrained voice, "Where are you?"

Lin Qingyue looked at Wu Mu and dared to say, "At Amu’s place."

"Come back!"

Lin Xueming’s voice rose several notches.

"Everyone at home is celebrating your achievement, and this is the urgent matter you ran off for?"

Lin Qingyue wasn’t flustered and patiently explained, "Dad, I told Grandpa and got his approval."

"That’s because your Grandpa doesn’t know what you’re doing!"

Lin Xueming looked like he could no longer contain his anger.

"If your aunt hadn’t overheard the Spring Festival Gala director calling you, I called and inquired, were you planning to keep this from us forever?"

It was clear Lin Xueming already knew about this.

"We’ll settle this when you get back!"

The call was cut off abruptly by Lin Xueming, who didn’t even want to hear what Lin Qingyue had to say next.

Wu Mu pondered for a moment, "Let’s go together, I’ll explain to Uncle."

Lin Qingyue looked at him and could still manage a smile, "Then you’re definitely in for a scolding."

She then comforted him, "It’s not that serious, I’m his only daughter."

"Hmm, let’s go together." Wu Mu nodded slightly.

He looked at the still-unclothed Lin Qingyue, holding her to help her get dressed.

Lin Qingyue indulgently wrapped her arms around him.

After taking almost twenty minutes to wash up and get ready.

Wu Mu drove Lin Qingyue back.

They were going to Lin Qingyue’s grandpa’s house. Last time they stopped far away, but this time they didn’t stop; Wu Mu drove straight there.

And he finally saw what Lin Qingyue’s grandpa’s home looked like.

It was more humble than he imagined, like one of those famous historical homes in Beijing, a small courtyard house, though even simpler, with gray walls and blue tiles.

Lin Qingyue’s family was sitting in the courtyard, their eyes turned with the sound of the car engine outside.

From Lin Qingyue’s previous descriptions, Wu Mu deduced that there were Lin Qingyue’s mother, her aunt, her uncle, and others.

Lin Xueming was there too; if his gaze toward Wu Mu could be described as calm before, it now bordered on coldness.

Wu Mu first acted as the driver, opening the door for Lin Qingyue, and after she got out, he accompanied her inside.

But just as he set foot in the courtyard, he heard Lin Xueming’s cold voice, "Get out."

Wu Mu halted, looking toward Lin Xueming, and after thinking for a moment, he said sincerely, "Uncle, I understand your concern for Qingyue and your current anger, but I assure you that I will absolutely not affect Qingyue’s career, I will do everything in my power to help her."

"Get out." Lin Xueming’s voice rose a bit.

Wu Mu shamelessly continued, detailing his promises, "I know you’re worried about my influence on Qingyue’s promotion. This matter is indeed complex; I hadn’t thought of it before, but I believe it’s not without solutions. As long as the work is strong, it can offset some of these impacts. I can keep producing Qingyue’s future works, help her find excellent scripts, help her achieve greater success."

Lin Qingyue was taken aback, looking at him in surprise.

But unfortunately...

"Get out!" Lin Xueming was already on his feet.

Wu Mu could really talk, "Beyond directing, in terms of economic and practical assistance, I..."

"Didn’t you hear me tell you to get out!?" Lin Xueming’s hand was already pointing at him.

Wu Mu looked at Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue secretly waved her hand at him.

Wu Mu nodded gently, "I’ll wait outside; Uncle, call me anytime you need me."

But unfortunately, after driving him out, Lin Xueming wasn’t satisfied, and even shut the main door.

Now, the courtyard only had Lin Qingyue and her family left.

Her aunt couldn’t help asking, "Xueming, what happened yesterday that got you so anxious?"

It seemed her aunt and the rest were still unaware of what exactly had happened, only having a vague understanding that something serious had occurred to unsettle Lin Xueming like this.

Lin Xueming didn’t bother explaining much to them, only stared stubbornly at Lin Qingyue, cutting to the chase, "Break up with him."

You had to credit Director Lin’s composure; even now, he could still calm down and speak gently, "Dad, besides breaking up, there are other solutions to this matter."

Unfortunately, Lin Xueming pointed at her continuously, his face filled with barely contained rage, but then it transformed into determination and severity, "I may leave other matters to you, but this is non-negotiable."

"What’s really going on, for it to escalate like this?" The surrounding people were somewhat frightened by Lin Xueming’s demeanor. Du Lan pulled her daughter behind her, "Can’t you talk this out civilly?"

"Civilly!? Look at her; does she seem like she wants to talk civilly!? For a pretty face, she totally forgot her surname, even ignoring the fact that his father is a murderer, currently serving time in prison!" Lin Xueming raged.

Everyone present was stunned.

Du Lan also pulled her daughter further back, gazing sternly at her, "Qingyue, is what your father said true?"

No matter how much they usually refrained from interfering with Lin Qingyue’s decisions, this was something they couldn’t accept, never mind impacting her career prospects—did they think no one else would want their daughter, that she should marry the son of a murderer?