Actually, her legs were fine, but Jing Feng still took care of her subconsciously.
Qin Mu emerged and immediately went to get his car, then sped off like mad.
She had thought that he would be as indulgent with her as before, but who knew he would give the role to Jing Qing.
Was it all just because he didn’t want her to be intimate with other men?
Feeling waves of discomfort and itchiness she couldn’t stand, she almost wanted to scratch until her skin broke.
When she returned to the studio, she was still furiously angry, her eyes slightly swollen, her angular face even more stubbornly set.
Little did she know that as soon as she arrived, he parked his car right outside her studio and approached.
Qin Mu immediately ran back and locked the door from the inside, with Mu Yichen’s hand pressing on the door: "You open this door for me!"
"If you can’t let go of her, why come looking for me? I won’t open it!"
After Qin Mu spoke, she turned around.
"You won’t open it, huh? Fine!"
As he spoke, he took out his phone. She had only walked a few steps when she stopped because he called someone to dismantle the door—it was obviously a threat!
Scared out of her wits by Qin Mu and thinking about the cost of the door, she had no choice but to let him in. After all, she valued her things more than herself.
But as soon as she opened the door for him, he rushed in and scooped her up, draping her over his shoulder.
In the dark environment, the two people made their way while causing a ruckus.
The originally quiet space suddenly felt a bit cooler with the sudden appearance of the two.
Qin Mu hung upside down, feeling unwell, her hands hanging on his waist. She swooped down and gave a forceful slap on his suit pants-covered buttocks.
"Mu Yichen, let me go, you beastly man."
She yelled over his shoulder, kicking and flailing with all her might.
Yet he ignored her and carried her straight to the bedroom.
He placed her on the bed, and seeing her sit there with tears welling up, he knelt in front of her: "If you really wanted to go, then go."
"What else can I do when you’ve given it all to her!"
Mrs. Mu kept yelling, her hand forcefully pushing at his shoulder.
Before she pushed him away, Mr. Mu embraced Mrs. Mu, lifting his head to rest it against her chest, his ink-black eyes deeply affectionate as he looked at her: "Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you refused to do kissing scenes with other men?"
"I haven’t done anything yet and you’re already . How dare I do kissing scenes with other men? Do you think I’m stupid?"
"So you care about me that much?"
"Who cares about you? I’m worried you won’t care about me later on—how am I supposed to get by then?"
Mu Yichen was amused by her response.
She was still crying, looking at him pitifully, trying to kick him, but her feet had already been caught by him.
"Admit you care about me, pamper me, and I’ll protect you and help you even more!"
"Get lost. I can live perfectly fine on my own."
Mrs. Mu was now being spoiled, truly spoiled and willful, muttering without softening in the slightest.
Mr. Mu had no choice—the only solution was in the bed.
"Aside from acting, we’re free to do anything, okay?"
Stripping naked, a blanket covered both of them, and not until Mrs. Mu was comfortably served did Mu Yichen again soothe her softly.
"You’re not allowed to do that anymore."
She was truly angry, even holding a grudge, but she couldn’t afford to fall out with him over this.
That stubborn tone, combined with her tear-glazed, cold eyes, was irresistibly adorable, making people swallow hard.
Mu Yichen, seeing she finally got softer, gently kissed her forehead: "This role was something you gave to her. Just by that alone, she is already beneath you."
Qin Mu’s eyelashes wet with tears stirred, and then she tightly hooked her arms around his waist.
Yes, Jing Qing would probably die of anger if she knew that the initial actress for the short film was her.
Qin Mu thought, just this once, they were even—next time something happened, she would settle the score with him properly.
"Mu Yi, I used to think Huanhuan was my bottom line, now I know, it’s actually you!"
She muttered, hugging him with even more strength.
Mu Yi’s gaze was profound as he gently stroked her hair, as if to say, "There’s no way you don’t have me in your heart."
"Perhaps you’ve fallen in love with me without realizing it!"
Falling in love without realizing...
Her eyes were full of his image, and there were words she couldn’t bring herself to say, so she turned her face away, pretending to be calm and smiling lightly: "Tonight you’re punished, no more messing around, you’ll do as I say." Qin Mu immediately climbed on top of him, pressing down on his chest and biting hard on his shoulder.