The beloved one of the rich brother

Murong Ye smiled and spoke in a clear voice: "Father, second brother!"

Murong Tai looked at the charming young girl in front of him with doubt, and couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

Murong Ye reached out his hand, gently pulled Wen Yiyu to his side, and put one hand around her shoulders affectionately.

Smiling, she introduced: "Father, this is my aunt's daughter, named Wen Yiyou. From now on, we will call her Yiyi!"

Hearing this, Murong Tai's expression changed slightly. He stared at Wen Yiyou and murmured to himself: "You, you are Peixuan's daughter?"

At this moment, the leading doctor in the crowd received instructions from Murong He.

He immediately took action, leading other medical staff to quickly push the mobile bed and walk quickly to the bottom of the cabin.

The next second, a figure appeared on the empty bed - Rong Pei, who was in a coma, was lying quietly on it, as if he had lost all life.

Murong Tai's eyes moved away from Wen Yiyu almost instantly and were fixed on Rong Pei lying on the hospital bed.

When he saw the woman's face clearly, he was stunned, and then he rushed to the bedside like a gust of wind.

"Pei'er...it's really...it's really you!" Murong Tai's voice trembled a little with excitement.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Rong Pei tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again if he let go, "Brother finally found you, Pei'er..."

Murong Tai, who is usually serious, majestic and intimidating, completely disregards his image and identity at this moment and loses control of his emotions in public.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Everyone present was silent, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Murong Tai felt the weak breathing and cold body temperature of the person in his arms, and his heart was filled with endless pain and self-blame.

"Sir!" The doctor standing in the front couldn't help but remind her, "Ms. Peixuan urgently needs a comprehensive and in-depth examination!"

These words exploded in Murong Tai's ears like thunder, bringing him back to his senses from his grief.

The sadness that had been spreading across his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a firmness and decisiveness: "Quick! Act quickly!"

Following his order, the entire medical team quickly entered a state of combat readiness, and returned swiftly and orderly to the treatment room in the palace that was equipped with the most complete and advanced medical facilities.

Murong Tai followed closely behind, his steps hurried but steady.

When the door of the clinic slowly closed, he stopped outside the door and began to pace back and forth, his face full of anxiety.

On the way back to Nanyi Island, Wen Yiyou roughly understood the complicated relationship between her mother and the Murong family, but what she was most concerned about at the moment was her mother's illness.

She cast her gaze towards Murong Ye, who was the most familiar person among the group, with hope glittering in her eyes.

With a little tearful voice, she asked: "My mother will be fine, right?"

Murong Ye's heart tightened, and he quickly comforted her, "It's okay, aunt will be fine, Yiyi, don't worry!"

Just then, Murong Tai heard Wen Yiyu's voice and suddenly came back to his senses.

He walked quickly to Wen Yiyou and looked at her face carefully, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"You... are Peixuan's daughter?" Murong Tai's voice was a little hoarse, as if it contained too many complicated emotions.

Wen Yiyou felt very unfamiliar with the name Murong Peixuan. She was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She was a little speechless, "Uh, I..."

Murong Tai didn't wait for Wen Yiyou's response, but nodded and said, "Okay, okay, okay! You really look like Peixuan when she was young."

Then, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Wen Yiyou's head, as if to convey a kind of warmth and strength, "Don't worry, with your uncle here, I will never let anything happen to your mother."

"Uncle?" Wen Yiyu murmured in a low voice.

"Yes, I am your mother's brother." Murong Tai smiled and nodded, "That means I am your uncle!"

"Yiyi, right?" Murong Tai, who usually doesn't smile, showed his fatherly concern at this moment. He enthusiastically pulled Wen Yiyou's hand and said, "Come, come, do you know these brothers?"

"Brother, Murong He!"

"Second brother, Murong Feng!"

"Third brother, Murong Ye!"

Murong Tai introduced the three Murong brothers to Wen Yiyu one by one.

Without waiting for the three brothers and Wen Yiyou to react, he continued: "From now on, you are the daughter of our Murong family, and your name is Murong Yiyou!"

Hearing this, Wen Yiyou couldn't help but be shocked.

It would be fine if I suddenly had an uncle and three handsome brothers with different temperaments, but I even have to change my surname?

Not only did all this happen too suddenly, it was also too hasty, making her feel a little unacceptable.

Wen Yiyou hesitated and tried to explain: "No, I..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Murong Tai.

He patted Wen Yiyou's shoulder affectionately and encouraged her: "Come on, call me uncle."

Faced with such a situation, Wen Yiyou felt very confused and helpless.

She didn't know what this new identity meant to her, nor did she know what changes would await her in the future.

But under her uncle's expectant gaze, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and call him "Uncle".

When Murong Tai heard this, he immediately broke into a smile, and that smile stretched his tough face, making him look a little funny.

"Okay, okay, come and say hello to the brothers too!" Murong Tai could not hide the joy in his heart, and his voice was eight octaves higher than usual.

Wen Yiyu began to feel a little overwhelmed and she began to stammer.

It was the first time that Murong Ye saw his father so happy. When he looked at Wen Yiyu who looked a little embarrassed and like a duck on a cage, he suddenly had an urge to laugh, but he felt that it seemed impolite.

So he gently touched his nose and interrupted, "Yiyi, it seems that I really have to be the older brother! Come on, call me Third Brother first!"

Murong Feng, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

I saw a faint smile on his gentle and elegant face, and he glanced at his younger brother and said, "There is an order of seniority, don't you understand?"

As soon as Murong Feng finished speaking, Murong Ye, who had been looking cynical, was frightened and took a step back.

He quickly changed his tone and responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Yiyi, you have to call me big brother or second brother first!"

You know, among all the brothers, the second brother is the most difficult one to mess with.

Don't be fooled by his gentle and refined appearance. In fact, he is very dark, sinister and cunning.

If you are not careful, he might secretly poison you without you even realizing it.

So, it is better to offend other people than to provoke this second brother!