Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat, but he subconsciously avoided the topic.
"What are you doing? What time is it over there in the afternoon? Are you with Jian Yan?"
"Why so many questions? I’m... tidying up the house."
She glanced at the bed and casually lied.
"Mrs. Mu, your home is in Rongcheng, not Paris."
"Why did you call me in the first place? If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."
Qin Mu couldn’t stand him bossing her around on the phone.
"Just talk to me some more, say anything, it’s fine."
In his frustration, he still managed to retain a bit of reason to soothe her.
"You’re not really sick, are you? Have you taken your medicine? If you’re feeling unwell, go have some water."
Her heart rose to her throat; he sounded quite serious.
"You finally remember to care whether I live or die! Hmm!"
Qin Mu’s thoughts flashed back.
"Mu Yichen, what are you up to?"
How could he do this, mocking and taunting her over the phone.
Jian Yan didn’t return to Rongcheng with her; she took the flight back to Rongcheng alone.
At three twenty in the afternoon, she stood outside the airport, wearing a dark casual outfit, her long hair loose, then was dumbstruck to see Liu Jingyuan standing there waiting for her.
"I just happened to be passing by, heard from your colleague that she was coming to pick up someone at the airport, she seemed very busy, so I volunteered. You’re not upset, are you?"
Liu Jingyuan was driving and talking to the woman in the passenger seat.
To be exact, she was indeed not very pleased, but after all, it was a kind gesture, so she still smiled: "How could I be?"
She didn’t even want to probe further. If before she could tell herself that Liu Jingyuan had no ulterior motives towards her, now she could no longer deceive her own conscience.
A CEO purposely driving to pick someone up, especially a woman, clearly indicated his intentions were more than just friendly.
"I saw the advertisement you recently endorsed the other day."
"Oh? How did it feel?"
He answered, exactly as she had thought.
For some reason, she suddenly disliked being in the same car with him, especially at such close range.
Even though he was well-spoken and personable.
But she seemed to prefer Mu Yichen’s way, who could tease her at any time, was mean when angry, and tender when happy...
Ha, she was thinking about him!
She found herself thinking about him for no apparent reason.
Realizing she had thoughts she shouldn’t, she subconsciously turned her face away to look out the window.
LIttle did she know that as soon as the two reached the studio, they saw Xiaomei standing outside. She was just about to confront Xiaomei when she got off the car and saw Xiaomei pointing towards the parking lot.
Subconsciously following the direction of her finger, she saw his blue sports car parked there. He cast a sidelong glance at her, then reversed the car.
After Liu Jingyuan got out of the car, he helped her with her luggage. Then, seeing her gaze fixed elsewhere, he followed her gaze just in time to see Mu Yichen’s car passing in front of them.
It passed by like the wind.
Mu Yichen looked displeased, his gaze was even colder and murderous.
He glanced at Qin Mu again, only to find she had come to her senses and pulled her luggage by herself, smiling and greeting him: "I really appreciate Mr. Liu for giving me a ride back today. Next time, let’s have Mr. Mu treat Mr. Liu as a thank you."
He maintained that gentle smile from start to finish, and after hearing her speak, he sincerely said goodbye and left.
Xiaomei immediately ran down the steps: "I was about to leave when he happened to come by, then he offered to go pick you up."
"So why didn’t you inform me in advance that Mu Yichen was coming?"
"It was already too late!"
Xiaomei looked aggrieved; everything was beyond her expectation.
"Forget about it, don’t dwell on it!"
Qin Mu thought it over; Mu Yichen already misunderstood that she wanted to hook up with Liu Jingyuan, so letting him misunderstand one more time didn’t matter.
"Hmm!" Xiaomei quickly nodded, helping her with her luggage.
Everyone was working hard, but Qin Mu couldn’t help but stand in the middle of the first floor and grin foolishly at everyone: "So you guys won’t blame me anymore for sneaking your snacks, right?"
Everyone also couldn’t help but laugh: "Qinqin, next time you give us something to eat, you have to earn our opinion; taste is very important."
Now their Chinese had improved quite a bit, and Qin Mu nodded in response: "Okay! Then I’ll go upstairs to take a shower and change, and I’ll see everyone later."
It was only when she went upstairs and returned to the bedroom that she found out, he had indeed been there.
Clutching his dropped suit jacket in her hand, she remembered when Xiaomei texted her that Mr. Mu had stayed in her room for a long time, she couldn’t help but keep staring at the jacket in her hand.