Chapter 6 Happy Birthday

On Mount Qingyun, Mu Tianen's clothes were mainly Daoist robes. Most importantly, if she wore other clothes to walk in such an ancient house, it would be out of harmony, and it was also comfortable to wear Daoist robes.

Therefore, all kinds of clothes and shoes were hung all over the room, including accessories, hats, and bags, shocking Mu Tianen again.

Thinking about it, could a person wear so many clothes? Could they use so many things?

However, Mu Tianen didn't stay shocked for long before Wen Jia asked her to change.

Mu Tianen changed into the private custom-made dress Wen Jia had specially bought.

The short-sleeved light gauze dress was light purple above knees while beige below knees with a golden hook, and it was noble and elegant, fresh and refined.

Wen Jia was immediately full of pride when seeing this. Her daughter was too beautiful.

Just now, she was a cute little nun wearing a Daoist robe.

She was now as beautiful as a fairy who had accidentally broken into the mortal world.

Mu Tianen felt awkward, thinking that the skirt was a little short. Although in summer, it was cold.

Even in the summer, it was cold on Mount Qingyun, and it was not hot even in a Daoist robe.

"Mom, isn't this a little short?"

Wen Jia happily stepped forward and held her little daughter's shoulders with both hands, turning her around. The more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became. "Is it short?"

It was not short after the knee.

But soon, Wen Jia thought of the problem. It should be that she was not used to wearing it. She looked up and saw her awkward appearance and pulled her skirt. It was her fault. "Shall we change into long ones?"

Mu Tianen shook her head. "That's not necessary. I saw some people wearing shorter clothes on the computer. But I looked in the mirror just now. It looked very good."

Mu Tianen's tone was still a little happy and narcissistic.

"My daughter is so beautiful, looking good in everything. Let's go down and let dad, brother, and sister see how beautiful my Sweetie is."

Wen Jia led Mu Tianen downstairs. Mu Zongwen, Mu Tianheng, and Mu Tianyu who had already changed into formal attire, waited downstairs.

Seeing Mu Tianen wearing a skirt, they were stunned.

During that month of reunion every year, Mu Tianen liked to wear Daoist robes. Otherwise, she would wear sportswear and no skirt, saying it was inconvenient. But this was the first time they had seen her in a skirt.

Mu Zongwen stepped forward, his elegant face covered by a smile, but there was a trace of self-blame in the depths of his eyes.

His younger daughter was sent away after just a hundred days old. He didn't pick up his daughter after he recovered from the car accident because he understood his father, who was cruel and cold. With Mu Family's interests at the center, he could ignore any kinship and bloodline.

Even if he brought the child back, his family of five would not be able to solve the problem after moving out.

Outsiders would see the family moving away as a joke, and his father would also feel ashamed. He could not hide taking his wife and children, so he watched his wife secretly cry every night. At that time, he decided that he had to fight for it. He must have enough ability to protect his family.

As long as he could take the Mu Clan and obtain the authority of the Mu Family, he could get his father to stop caring about him.

At the same time, he owed this family. For the sake of power, he was strict with his sons and daughters, with no time to accompany them. And he owed the youngest daughter the most.

He was strict with his eldest son and second daughter, but he could still see them when coming home. However, he could only see his youngest daughter once a year.

"Daddy, do I look good?"

Mu Zongwen came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly. His elegant face was full of smiles. "Of course, you look good. My Tianen is the most beautiful girl."

Mu Tianheng said as he walked over, "Beautiful little Princess, the celebration in the Back garden is ready."

"Yes, yes, yes. It's your birthday." Mu Zongwen held Mu Tianen's shoulder and walked out.

When arriving at the Back garden, Mu Tianen saw various colored balloons and ribbons, small light bulbs, and a small park decorated with all kinds of fresh flowers. It was beautiful.

Mu Tianen's face was full of surprise. She covered her mouth with both hands and blinked her long eyelashes. Her big eyes were shining. "Wow."

Mu Zongwen glanced at his eldest son, who turned around and left.

Soon, a cake was pushed out. The cake was not big but with five cute versions of them. Mu Tianen also had a bun on her head, surrounded in the middle.

When Mu Tianen saw the cake, her eyes turned hot, and her heart rippled. A warmth slowly spread out and quickly covered her entire body.

Although her parents, brother, and sister would come to celebrate her birthday on Mount Qingyun every year, it felt very different this time.

It was warmer and happier.

She was home.

Wen Jia raised her hand, brushed the hair on Mu Tianen's cheek behind her ear, then said gently, "Sweetie, happy birthday."

"Tianen, happy birthday."

The other three said in succession.

Mu Tianheng put candles and lit them. "Little sister, make a wish."

Mu Tianen put her hands together to her chin and closed her eyes. A moment later, she opened her eyes and blew out the candle.

The other four said in unison, "Happy birthday."

Mu Zongwen was about to ask Mu Tianen to cut the cake when the butler rushed over anxiously. "Sir, the Old Master and others are here."

One sentence destroyed the warm and happy atmosphere.

Mu Tianen's mind instantly went blank because she had no impression of this Grandfather. Her parents, brothers, and sisters never talked about him. The only thing she knew was that he disliked her very much for bringing bad things to the family.

Wen Jia was already holding Mu Tianen's hand, so when hearing this, she was armed like a hedgehog and even turned sideways to protect Mu Tianen.

For the past eighteen years, apart from the New Year and the ancestral worship ceremony, Wen Jia had never entered the Wen Family mansion, nor would she take the initiative to visit Old Master Mu.

Mu Tianheng and Mu Tianyu also took two steps forward in a protective state.

Mu Zongwen's face darkened. He turned to look at his youngest daughter. The apprehension in her eyes was clear but with no fear. Therefore, not worried, he turned to the housekeeper and said, "Welcome them to the living room."

Some things couldn't be avoided. They had to meet, but it was now early.

After the housekeeper left, Mu Zongwen turned around and walked up to Mu Tianen, "Tianen, go see Grandfather and the others. Your parents, brother, and sister are here with you."

"Alright." Mu Tianen smiled, telling her parents, brothers, and sisters not to worry about her.

Old Master Mu, Mu Qing, had a gloomy face in the living room. He did not expect his Second Son to bring the walking disaster back, feeling that he was looking for trouble.

The first son's family of four quietly stayed at the side, but their eyes could not hide their gloating.

Although Old Lady Mu, Zhao Xiuru, was sitting quietly, her eyes looked at the door from time to time with curiosity and eagerness.

She had seen photos of her granddaughter from Second Son all these years, but how could the photos compare to the real person?

Soon, footsteps sounded, and Mu Zongwen's family of five appeared at the door.

The three walked in front, with Mu Tianen walking between Mu Zongwen and Wen Jia. They saw the Old Master on the sofa, her Grandfather, Mu Qing, as soon as entering.

That wrinkled face had not only old age spots but also a strong dissatisfaction, dislike, and anger. He didn't have the peace and kindness that an older man of this age should have.

He was very different from the old men she had seen.

Mu Zongwen took a few steps forward, blocking his father's cold and disgusted expression. He was very calm. "Father, I've brought Tianen back. I wanted to bring her back to the mansion tomorrow to see you. Since you're here, let's meet first."

"Are you crazy? Send her away immediately." Mu Qing didn't even want to look at his little granddaughter, looking extremely disgusted.

He knew that Second Son's family went to see his little granddaughter every year, but he did not say anything when seeing that Mu Clan was getting better and better, but he could not bring her back.

On the other hand, the others were stunned when seeing Mu Tianen.

They all thought that Mu Tianen, who was sent to such a barren place at such a young age, would be dirty and a coward.

Mu Tianen, who Wen Jia and Mu Tianheng protected, had fair, smooth, and rosy skin with exquisite facial features.

Even though standing beside her cold and noble elder sister, her elegant elder brother, and her gentle and generous mother, she was still not suppressed.

Her noble temperament was like a proud princess.

Facing his furious father, Mu Zongwen said firmly, "Father, it is impossible. I have never done my duty as a father to Tianen in the past eighteen years. I will slowly make up for it in the future,"

Mu Qing was angry and wrinkled his face. "Bastard, have you not seen all these years?"

He raised his right hand and pointed toward Mu Tianen. "She hasn't been here all these years. Look at how well I, Mu Family, have developed. Once she comes back, it will be ruined. We, Mu Family, can't afford it."

Mu Qing didn't care that his words would hurt Mu Tianen. She was stunned and wondered how the good and bad at home had anything to do with her.

No matter how much she thought about it, she could not figure it out.

"Father, you are wrong." A mocking smile appeared on Mu Zongwen's face, "All these years, Mu Clan has developed very well. Tianheng and I want to tell you that Mu Clan's bad luck is not because of Tianen. Mu Clan's current prosperity is because our family will take Tianen back. I will let you know that Tianen is not a walking disaster star but my lucky star."

"Also, if Mu Clan and Mu Family can't withstand even a little bit of storm, it will be our failure, and it has nothing to do with Tianen."

Mu Zongwen was now the chairman of Mu Clan, while Mu Tianheng was the executive president. Although the shares in their hands were not more than 50.

But their ability was outstanding and gained the trust of more shareholders.

When hearing this, Mu Qing became even angrier. With ashen hair, his wrinkled hands trembled. "You..."

Mu Zongqiao, standing beside him, immediately said, "Second brother, how can you talk to dad like this? Hurry up and apologize. Don't anger him."

Mu Zongwen didn't even look at his brother. He remembered his cold and indifferent behaviors back then. He turned around and extended his hand toward Mu Tianen. "Tianen, come over."

Knowing what her husband wanted to do, Wen Jia let go of her hand and patted her hand to show support.

Mu Tianen stepped forward and placed her hand in her father's large palm. She raised her eyes to meet those eyes with displeasure and dislike.

"Father, this is Tianen, Tianen. This is Grandfather."

Knowing that his father did not like his little daughter, Mu Zongwen still had to be polite and disciplined.

Mu Qing said before Mu Tianen could speak, "I don't have a granddaughter like her"