Ch 108: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

But the truth is, if Mu Lin were willing to let them have that money, he wouldn’t have needed to make excuses to exile them to this remote place.

Mu Yue didn’t understand this logic, but what about Mu Rongrong?

Mu Rongrong looked gloomily at her daughter and sighed: “Yueyue, things may not be as simple as you imagine.”

She used to be a silly sweet girl. Although she didn’t get along well with her younger brother, she had never thought of anything so dark.

Until the whole family was thrown onto this desolate Red Moon Star, when she couldn’t contact her father, and her star network access was restricted, leaving her with no way to leave Red Moon Star for the main planet.

She might not be very smart, but she wasn’t that foolish either.

Mu Lin could not tolerate her anymore.

Mu Rongrong actually didn’t quite understand. She had long shown no interest in the family business, and with good self-awareness, only wanted to live as a wealthy salted fish.

Even so, Mu Lin still couldn’t tolerate her?

Mu Yue looked at her mother with some confusion.

Lan Xi got up and patted his daughter’s head: “Don’t think too much. Leave these matters to your father and mother.”

Mu Yue thought about it, then nodded.

That’s right, her parents were here. Why should she worry so much?

*

The next morning, when Mu Xing woke up, the house was very quiet.

The other three hadn’t woken up yet. Usually, work was too exhausting, and on a rare day off, no one wanted to get up.

He got up, put on his clothes, and let Ami check his body.

“Body data is completely normal. Little Master is amazing!” Ami’s voice sounded cheerful.

As usual, Mu Xing went to water the roses and touched the green leaves.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but although the rose hadn’t shown any signs of blooming, it seemed to have grown much bigger than when it was first planted.

Maybe this world’s variety just grew faster. With no experience raising plants in his memory, Mu Xing thought so.

After watering the flowers, he went to the kitchen.

Washed rice, diced ham, lean meat, and vegetables, added water, boiled into thick porridge.

The buns were store-bought, so just steaming them was enough.

The porridge boiled quickly, and the aroma drifted from the kitchen.

Ami stood nearby, staring at both Mu Xing and the pot. Its red eyes flickered a few times, and it said: “When Little Master just made the porridge, you added too much shredded meat and vegetables, and the water wasn’t in the perfect proportion.”

Mu Xing laughed: “I just made it casually. It can’t be as precise as your machine calculations.”

He wasn’t someone who particularly liked cooking, but when free, he sometimes did it himself. It seemed he had some talent, as everyone who tried it said it tasted good.

“But it’s strange.” The robot butler slowly finished its unfinished words, “It smells better than Ami’s cooking.”

It thought for a moment, couldn’t figure it out, then clapped its hands for Mu Xing: “Little Master is amazing!”

Mu Xing was amused and almost laughed.

Ami then sent instructions to its assistant, Xiao Mi, telling it to wake the other masters.

Mu Xing said: “Let them sleep a bit longer. They can eat when they wake up.”

Ami refuted seriously: “That won’t do. Ami’s highest command authority is Little Master Mu Xing. Since Little Master personally made breakfast, the other three masters must be called to eat.”

Mu Xing was stunned. Robots like this, when purchased, usually had service access enabled for the whole family. But there was always a highest authority, usually the head of the household.

When family members had conflicting opinions, the butler would unconditionally obey the highest authority.

And if an accident happened, the butler would rescue the highest authority first.

Mu Xing thought, it seemed he had accidentally landed himself in the group-pet script.

*

So, the three who were still fast asleep were mercilessly woken up by the robot butler’s assistant. Translated on Hololo novels. Though full of irritation, the moment they heard Mu Xing had made breakfast, all their anger vanished.

Mu Rongrong: “Xingxing is amazing!”

Lan Xi: “Thank you, Xingxing. It’s all Dad’s fault for waking up late.”

Mu Yue: “…Smells so good!”

It really did smell good. At least Mu Yue felt that compared to her, who also never cooked, Xingxing made her seem completely useless.

The family happily ate breakfast together, chatting as they did, when suddenly a loud noise came from outside.

Startled, Mu Yue dropped the bun in her hand.

Lan Xi stood up: “I’ll go take a look.”

Mu Rongrong put down her bowl: “I’ll go too.”

Before Mu Xing could move, Mu Yue said: “Xingxing, don’t move. I’ll go take a look too.”

Mu Xing: “…”

Could he really just stay obediently? Watching the three of them go out unguarded, he quietly followed behind.

The sound came from not far from the Mu family’s villa.

This villa area had long been abandoned, and within several miles, they were the only family living there. So it hadn’t disturbed anyone else.

Mu Xing put on a dust mask, and as he got closer, Lan Xi had already pried something open and lifted a person out.

It was a young man, with handsome, deep features, his body covered in blood, looking seriously injured.

Lan Xi and Mu Rongrong found a wooden board that had fallen from a flight cabin, placed the man on it, and seemed to be rescuing him.

Mu Xing asked: “How did he fall from the sky? Is he badly hurt? Could he be a bad person?”

Lan Xi was startled, seeing Mu Xing: “Why did you come out? Didn’t we tell you to stay in the house?”

Mu Xing’s eyes shifted, and he whispered: “I was worried about Dad and Mom.”

Lan Xi’s heart softened instantly and said: “We don’t know him, but he looks in very bad shape. If we leave him there, he might not survive.”

They carried the man back and placed him in the guest room.

Ami went over to examine him and concluded: the injuries were severe—if he wasn’t taken to a hospital, it would all depend on whether he had the will to survive.

Mu Xing thought Lan Xi and Mu Rongrong would take the man to a hospital, but instead, the two just had the robot clean and bandage the external wounds, give him some water and anti-inflammatory medicine, then left him there.

Seeing his youngest son staring at him with wide round eyes, Lan Xi patted Mu Xing’s head: “It’s not that your mother and I don’t want to save him. We just don’t have the money.”

He sighed: “We can only wait and see if he pulls through.”

Mu Xing: “…” Well, that did make some sense.

He then listened as Lan Xi instructed Ami to search the man thoroughly and confiscate any weapons.

So, they weren’t completely without caution.

Their rare day of rest was disrupted by this accident. The whole family discussed who the man might be, but unfortunately, he was in a coma, and by the next day, when everyone had to go to work, he still hadn’t woken up.

Mu Rongrong quietly reminded Mu Xing: “The security system of our house is decent, but Xingxing, don’t ever stay alone in a room with this stranger. If he wakes up, just keep Ami and Dami by your side. With injuries that bad, he won’t be able to beat Ami.”

Mu Xing nodded obediently.

He sat in the yard, absentmindedly chatting to his beloved rose, and idly thought: usually, in TV dramas or novels, a man like this must have an extraordinary identity.

Maybe he would turn out to be Mu family’s opportunity?

The man remained unconscious for a full three days.

The moment he finally woke up, Ami, who constantly monitored the entire house, immediately informed Mu Xing.

It was daytime, and the others hadn’t returned yet.

Mu Xing looked at the live holographic projection Ami transmitted: the man opened his eyes, scanned the room cautiously, and tried to move his body with difficulty.

He attempted to get up—failed.

Mu Xing clapped his hands, then entered with three little robot assistants, pushing the door open.

The man’s sharp gaze swept toward him like a blade, but when he saw the one entering was a beautiful young boy, it softened a little, tinged with surprise.

“Hello, thank you for saving me.” He gave a low word of thanks.

The wounds on his body had clearly been treated.

Mu Xing said: “It was my parents who saved you. They’re not back yet. You can thank them later.”

He slipped perfectly into the role of a naive young boy, his voice crisp: “My name is Mu Xing. Who are you?”

The man hesitated before replying: “My name is Lu Mingyu, a soldier of the Federation. I was on a mission when an accident happened. What place is this?”

As soon as he said this, he keenly noticed the boy’s gaze across from him grow colder.

Mu Xing’s expression didn’t show it, but the man was exceptionally sharp. His heart sank. Enduring the pain, he quietly propped himself up a little: could it be… the boy knew him?

Standing before him, Mu Xing was thinking: Lu Mingyu… isn’t he that scumbag who betrayed Mu Yue, broke her heart, and drove her to leave for another star system?

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