She is a top undercover agent in Huaxia, with a mysterious and unfathomable identity. Rumor has it that she's gentle and kind, yet kills without mercy; that she's calculating and cold-blooded, yet values loyalty and affection; and so on... But after transmigrating one day, she becomes the laughingstock of the Mu family. When her red eyes open again, she's no longer a little lamb for others to slaughter. Mute? Ha! Can a mute make you so furious you spit blood? Useless? Sorry, one kick sends you flying! She only wanted to live a quiet, lazy life, but all kinds of enchanting oddballs won't leave her alone. You want to claim me as your little sister? Fine, hand over your demon bones! You want to be my sweetheart? All right, you look pretty handsome, so I'll make a small sacrifice! You want to marry me? Sure, give me a diamond ring, or forget it! Hey, hey, can someone tell me why this enchanting weirdo actually brought out a diamond ring? And why have I grown a pair of fluffy ears? What on earth is going on?
Sweet Little Scene One:
A certain man grinned lecherously, rubbing his hands as he approached Mu Qingjue. "Dear little sister, my own dear si... Ah!" The man then flew out of the room in a graceful arc. A certain enchanting oddball approached Mu Se with a smug, infuriating look. "Wife, I threw out the man who was taking liberties with you. Praise me!" Mu Qingjue gave a bewitching laugh. "You'll regret that." Then, while the oddball looked on in confusion, she parted her lips and said, "The man who was taking liberties with me is Mu Molan, my own brother." The oddball's smile froze on his face. Then he shot out of the room like a wisp of smoke. "Brother! My own dear brother..."
Sweet Little Scene Two:
A certain enchanting oddball carefully helped his beloved wife up. Looking very serious and conflicted, he glanced at the little face in her arms, then at his wife nestled in the crook of his arm, and asked, "Is he unhappy? Why does he keep frowning? So ugly!"
The woman gave him a sidelong look, half-smiling. "If you think he's ugly, go have one of your own."
"Wife, what should we name the baby?" The oddball grinned so broadly he practically bloomed, ignoring his wife's scornful gaze as he mused aloud, "What name would be good? Hmm... I've got it!" He suddenly clapped his hands. "Let's call him Color!"
"Pfft!" The woman couldn't keep a straight face. Color? Is that even a name?
Taking the baby from the oddball, she stood and slowly walked toward the door, muttering as she went, "How terrifying to be so uncultured! Baby, your mother will find you a father with some substance."
