"In the business arena I’ve never lacked enemies, and in private I’ve never feared losing a friend—come with me!"
After he finished with Feng Fanghua, he grabbed Qin Mu’s hand and stood up. Qin Mu looked up at him with her large, dark eyes, and was subdued by his cold gaze as she stood up to leave with him.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao watched them leave with their own eyes and afterwards, Feng Fanghua felt a coldness in her stomach: Does he really not understand that I’m doing this for his own good?
"Forget it, forget it!"
Meanwhile, Qin Mu was dragged into the room by Mu Yichen and was pressed against the door.
Several buttons immediately came off, and the burned area started to throb before his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Mu asked nervously, trying to struggle free, afraid he would see the area that was burned red.
His handsome features were extremely cold at that moment, faintly seeing the burned area.
In fact, she thought it was quite a coincidence that the guest had palpitations after drinking coffee, so she asked Xiaomei to brew a pot of tea that was extremely hot, just poured not a minute ago.
She knew he was going to check on her again, each time she had a minor problem he would give her a full-body check, she recalled the first time he did this, it was because he initially didn’t notice, but then he found a large injury on her back, and since then he never took her lightly again.
"What happened here?"
Mu Yichen asked in a cold voice, reaching out his hand towards there.
"Don’t poke it so hard!"
As soon as his hand touched there, she instinctively bent over.
"I got burned a bit!"
The words slipped out, and after she said them, she immediately regretted it, but then she could only let out a helpless sigh.
Her complexion didn’t look good; she hadn’t managed to hide it after all.
She especially didn’t want Mu Yichen to know about this!
"Why is she suddenly acting crazy?" he asked sharply, his gaze cold and harsh, his voice turning cold as steel.
She just lowered her eyes at him, feeling his pain for her, her hand that was on his hair becoming gentler, gently running through it.
"We need to apply some medicine," he suddenly said, then turned around to look for ointment.
Qin Mu leaned against the door, her hands naturally drooping, like the tranquility after exhaustion.
Watching his anxious figure, she unintentionally let out a light chuckle: Perhaps you can get an answer; I can’t.
She was really powerless against Jing Qing. If she were Jing Qing, what she would have needed to do was to keep a straight face and then find a way to turn things around as quickly as possible. Wouldn’t that be more satisfying than a slap in the face?
He said, opening the drawer below and finding the medicine box full of various medicines.
Qin Mu looked at his stern profile and unconsciously felt a twinge in her heart, then turned and walked towards him.
Mu Yichen didn’t notice her approach, and when he stood up, Qin Mu hugged him from behind.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
He could even feel his own angry breath, sensing her warmth as the breath quietly became gentle.
He didn’t move, just lowering his eyes to look at her hands holding him.
That voice, so weak and lacking in strength, placed her only hope onto him.
"I’d rather you have no involvement with her at all."
Her face pressed against his broad back, her words became sadder and clearer.
Once she had pushed him towards another woman.
But now, at this moment...
After she knew he had returned to the country, what she feared the most was actually hearing news of him being with Jing Qing. She never dared to say it before, but now she couldn’t control herself any longer.
She couldn’t stop her words with reason, and after she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
"Jing Qing and I will someday have our showdown, but you, don’t go looking for her on purpose."
Her rational mind still triumphed over emotion, allowing her to speak these words softly to him.
He lifted his hand and gently held hers that was stroking his chest: Mumu!
Saying no more, she just held him tightly.
Being scalded wasn’t really an issue; she hadn’t suffered any loss.
As long as she didn’t cause trouble for the Mu Family, it really didn’t matter if she suffered a bit. Besides, Feng Fanghua had said Jing Qing’s face was swollen, so if anyone suffered a loss, it should be Jing Qing.
She couldn’t let go of him, just holding on tightly until her heart found some peace.
These words had been delayed for many years.
Throughout the years, what she feared most was his letting go.
Latterly, he returned to the country, and she, left alone in Paris, was always thrilled yet extremely cautious every time he visited her. She didn’t know when he would come next, she didn’t know if he still liked her as the boy who kissed her back then, and she was terrified that he would meet another beautiful girl back home and then forget about her.
She never dared to initiate a hug because of this.
As for love, she didn’t dare to ask for it or even to think about it now.
Mu Yichen looked down at her slender fingers, his own lightly twining and tightly holding hers.
It was at this moment, all those words he previously wanted to throw in her face when she finally recognized his goodness, he couldn’t utter a single one.
How he had longed for such a day, to be able to point at her and scold her for having a taste of her own medicine, but now, looking at her hands holding him tightly, feeling the warmth of her touch, and seeing their matching rings, he had only one thought.
He cherished their journey to this day above all else.
Regardless of whether she loved him, she definitely had him in her heart.
Mu Yichen loosened their embrace, turned around, and wrapping her arms while arching his back, he rested his forehead against hers: Let’s get you treated first, okay?
Qin Mu said nothing further, obediently nodding her head. He bent down and carried her in his arms, and Qin Mu, her gaze reluctantly falling, soon lifted her lifelike lashes to look up at his chiseled features tenderly.
She seemed like a little bird with injured wings, carefully placed by him.
It was also at this moment that the soft longing in Qin Mu’s heart wished time could freeze.
She had thought that upon returning that evening, the lights would be out for sleep and, unseen, the matter would pass by.
Yet unexpectedly, Jing Qing had left her workshop and come to the Mu Family home, even crying in front of her mother-in-law.
The truth would always come out; she couldn’t hide it.
But this was perhaps for the best.
"It’s okay if you don’t argue back when mom says those things, but don’t listen to her, okay?"
Her voice was weak as she agreed, a tickling sensation in her throat from his touch.
The dark eagle-like eyes lifted, gazing at her rosy cheeks and unwittingly smiling.
"Are you laughing at me?" Qin Mu immediately complained with a whine.
"How dare I laugh at Mrs. Mu?"
His words were sincere, but his smile grew even wider.