"Just because I let Qin Haiming go out for dinner tonight?"
She lifted her eyes to look at him, and the two stared stubbornly at each other, filled with hatred, pain, and a persistent void in their hearts.
"Fine, you sign an agreement with me, and then I will let you go," he said.
He suddenly let go of her and stepped back, his voice softening but still deep.
Qin Mu just looked at him stubbornly, as if dust were silently settling throughout the room.
He conceded too quickly, but still, no one knew how long the standoff lasted, one sitting on the couch, the other standing by the door, until the maid came up to knock: Young Master, the lady asks for you to come down.
Qin Mu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, yet she remained seated on the couch, motionless.
Mu Yichen lifted his tired eyes and then followed downstairs.
"What on earth is her problem? Isn’t it okay for her to have a meal with her biological father? Does she even understand what this meal signifies? Does she know that if she wants to survive in Rongcheng, she can’t cut ties with Qin Haiming? Aside from our Mu Family, Qin Haiming is her most important support," Feng Fanghua exclaimed, venting at her son, partly intending it to be overheard by someone upstairs.
Qin Mu’s door was ajar, and she heard every clear word, but she didn’t believe that without the Qin Family, without the Mu Family, she would be helpless.
Then, she looked subconsciously over at the suitcase by the wall again.
She had thought she would definitely need Mu Yichen’s help in Rong City, so sleeping with him didn’t make her feel at a loss; in fact, she even thought she had the upper hand.
But now, she was unable to control the situation.
It all boiled down to her inability to conquer him. Instead, he was the one conquering her, setting traps step by step for her to fall into.
Foolish, too foolish to be pitied!
She seemed to be chewing on something difficult with her mouth, and when she looked down, she saw the ring on her finger and subconsciously touched it with two fingers.
Perhaps, between them, it should have been limited to sleeping together!
Perhaps, between them, there should have been nothing.
Perhaps, she had been wrong from the start!
That night, they slept back to back in the same bed.
Not until the next morning did Mu Yichen wake up and, not seeing her beside him, got out of bed, only to find the ring she had left on the coffee table, realizing she had made up her mind to cut ties with him.
She took Huanhuan with her, along with her luggage.
She went to her studio; after it was destroyed and then repaired, she had a room set up with a bed and other furnishings.
Huanhuan, still oblivious to everything, was blending in with everyone happily on the first floor, occasionally wandering around with her doll.
She was like a happy little princess living in a fresh, new castle.
Xiaomei stood on the side and said to a colleague who was drawing: "I saw Qinqin bring her suitcase over."
The working colleague looked up and asked her, "Why?"
"Strange, you actually understand Chinese?"
Xiaomei incredulously digressed.
Around nine o’clock, Qin Mu received a WeChat message from Mu Yichen, asking her to come to the office to sign the agreement.
Qin Mu subconsciously clenched her phone tightly for a while before firmly sending those two words: I understand!
Qin Mu suddenly realized that besides this agreement, they had nothing else.
But before leaving, she couldn’t help checking herself in the makeup mirror, only leaving after making sure she looked impeccable.
The weather was scorching today, and the cold air from the air conditioning caused a slight ache in her slender arms.
When she arrived at the base of his office building, Qiao Yi happened to be returning from outside. Seeing her, he quickly approached to greet her: "Xiaomu, what brings you here?"
Qin Mu looked up at him subconsciously, smiling politely: "Your boss Mu called me."
"Oh? He’s becoming more and more beastly!" Qiao Yi blurted out without thinking, but he hadn’t actually been looking at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu heard it and looked at him.
"No, I mean, he’s becoming more and more inseparable from you," he corrected himself.
Qin Mu subconsciously looked down and said with a smile: "I think the sentence before was pretty good."
Qiao Yi froze, staring at her in surprise.
The elevator rapidly ascended, and neither spoke again.
The secretary saw her coming and immediately took the initiative to greet her: "Miss Qin."
"Mu has already instructed that whenever you come, at any time, you can go straight into his office," the secretary explained with a smile, thinking Qin Mu might have misunderstood she wasn’t allowed