Chapter 19: Moving Day

Taking a tonic pill suitable for ordinary people to strengthen the body and reinforce the foundation, Mu Tong fed it to Little Shenghan. “Go get some rest,” she said.

Little Shenghan swallowed the pill and thought, "What kind of candy is this? It’s delicious!"

Then, under Mu Tong’s hypnosis, he climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Mu Tong sighed, looking at Mu Chang, who was still in a deep sleep, and began to cast a spell. Before they set off, she had to properly treat her brother’s injuries so he could endure the fatigue of a long car journey.

Mu Tong carefully measured her magic, aiming to improve Mu Chang’s condition without arousing suspicion from their parents.

Once Mu Chang was tended to, Mu Tong started packing their luggage. When Mom and Dad returned, they could leave immediately.

Huh? These are clothes and toys from her own childhood? While tidying the storage room, Mu Tong unexpectedly found her childhood belongings. Not only hers, but also her brother Mu Chang’s old clothes and toys, and even the baby bottles Little Shenghan had used, all well preserved.

She hadn’t realized Mom and Dad were so sentimental. Smiling, Mu Tong casually stored these items in the storage space within her earring. There were too many things; if she didn’t put some into her storage gear, the car wouldn’t have room. When Mom and Dad came back, she planned to say she had sent the items by courier.

Indeed, Mom and Dad were nostalgic. Every year when Mu Tong came home, she would “buy” many things, and if it weren’t for her parents stopping her, she would have thrown those old things away. Just the pots and pans she packed took up nearly one-twentieth of her earring’s storage space.

That’s a thousand cubic meters of space; one-twentieth is fifty cubic meters. A space measuring four by five by two and a half meters—how many things can fit in there? Yet so many items were somehow stored by her parents. That was only the cookware, not counting clothes or daily necessities.

She put the main items into several large suitcases and loaded them into the car. The rest went into the storage earring.

By then, Mu Chang had woken up. He usually didn’t stay awake long each day and would generally be in a deep sleep at this time. Because Mu Tong had just healed him with magic, his body felt much better, allowing him to be alert now.

Seeing Mu Tong, Mu Chang felt guilty. The car and house that his little sister had paid for were all lost because of the trouble he caused.

“Little sis, you’re back?” Mu Chang felt timid, like he’d done something wrong, mixed with anger toward his wife who had run off with the money, and helplessness facing reality.

“Yes, I’m back.” Mu Tong popped a pill into Mu Chang’s mouth.

“What’s this?” Before he could react, the pill melted, sliding down his throat. A cool sensation spread through him, accompanied by a rare sense of relief that invigorated him greatly.

“Hehe, I got this pill from an old immortal I met while traveling on Mount Wutai,” Mu Tong said with a grin. Her brother wouldn’t believe her; he’d just think she was making things up.

“There are no such old immortals!” Mu Chang chuckled. His sister had never been serious, always talking about ghosts and gods. No wonder her imagination was so rich and she could write so many novels.

“This is a divine medicine. Don’t you feel much better now?”

Mu Chang rolled his eyes. His little sister was teasing him again! But the pill really was good. After just one, he indeed felt a lot better than usual.

“Sorry.” Thinking about losing the house, the car, his runaway wife, the debts, and future medical expenses, Mu Chang’s mood darkened again.

“Sorry for what? Money can be earned again. The most important thing is that you’re okay,” Mu Tong comforted him. “It’s okay that your wife ran off. If she’s no good, you can find a better one later. By the way, Zuo Xiaojun usually acted fine, but who knew she’d fail at such a critical moment? She didn’t see it coming, and neither did Mom and Dad, who are just ordinary people.”

In Mu Tong’s eyes, nothing was really a big deal! Whatever troubles passed through her mouth became light and carefree.

Mu Chang glared at Mu Tong but smiled too. After their chat, his heavy heart felt lighter; his little sister was definitely someone who didn’t play by the usual rules.

“Look, I’ve packed everything. When Mom and Dad get back, we’ll drive to Yanjing.” Mu Tong explained their itinerary to Mu Chang, who had been asleep earlier and missed it.

Mu Chang was stunned when he heard they were heading to Yanjing. Mu Tong had to repeat what had happened. Mu Chang clenched his fists. “This is just bullying us!”

“Who cares what happened? If they won’t let us stay, then we won’t. This place is chaotic. If you all stayed here, I wouldn’t be at ease.” Mu Tong wasn’t bothered by the setback; it was just a petty person kicking someone when they’re down.

“Come back to Yanjing with me. I have a big place; it’s comfortable to live there. Your illness needs proper treatment. If there are any lasting effects, don’t blame anyone.”

Mu Chang was deeply moved. From childhood to now, it seemed his sister had always taken care of him and the family. Even now, when the family faced hardships, she was the one managing it all. She never asked how things happened or blamed him. He felt he was such an unworthy brother.

“Little sis…”

“Are we siblings or not? If so, don’t say things that outsiders would say!” Mu Tong was uncomfortable with her brother being so formal with her.

“Hungry? I’ll get you something to eat.” Mu Tong turned to the kitchen and returned holding steaming hot dishes she had taken from her storage ring.

“Smells amazing!” It had been a long time since Mu Chang ate his sister’s cooking. He swallowed hard, “It smells so good.”

How could it not? Mu Tong chuckled seeing Mu Chang devour the food. This was a meal infused with spiritual energy—naturally fragrant and delicious.

As the siblings ate, their parents returned.

Seeing them, Mu Tong quickly urged, “Eat something first, then we can leave.”

“Where’s Little Han?” Dad asked.

“He’s sleeping. We’ll carry him to the car later. There’s plenty of food in the car; he can eat when he wakes up,” Mu Tong replied.

“Alright.” Knowing their grandson hadn’t been sleeping well and often talked in his sleep, Mom and Dad saw he was sleeping soundly now and agreed.

“Everything packed?” Mom asked Mu Tong while eating.

“All packed. The extra stuff I sent to the courier, so don’t worry,” Mu Tong said proactively, knowing her parents might worry if they saw fewer things in the car.

“Good.” Mom and Dad trusted their daughter’s arrangements. She had been independent since childhood and never made mistakes.

“Mom, Dad, next time something like this happens, please tell me first, okay?” Mu Tong’s heart still harbored some grievance. The family was in such a mess, yet her parents hadn’t told her. Did they not consider her part of the family?

“We didn’t want to bother you because you’re busy,” Mom said awkwardly. Actually, what she wanted to say, the son had forbidden her from telling Mu Tong!