Qin Mu walked over and sat down on the couch next to him, placing her bag beside her, "I’m not saying you’re old, I’m just expressing my respect for you."
Qin Mu was once again at a loss for words, unsure what had gotten into Jian Yan since his return.
"If ’Master’ is enough, then just call me Jian Yan."
"Jian Yan? I wouldn’t dare."
"You still don’t dare?"
Jian Yan’s sharp gaze fixed on her face and her watery, large eyes.
Yes, she indeed used to say it a lot, but then somehow...
A voice suddenly appeared in her heart, and she subconsciously looked outside. Mu Yichen had already left, but she suddenly realized it was all because of him.
It was his intense jealousy that had caused her to subconsciously change how she addressed him.
Such an unconscious change!
Qin Mu herself was shocked after she discovered this, because on further thought, the changes in her lately were not just limited to that.
She used to think Mu Yichen was different during the day compared to at night, but now she felt like she herself was a completely different person with two faces from day to night.
She remembered how she had foolishly smiled looking at him today, and recalled everyone saying they seemed to be a perfect match, which made her unconsciously raise her hand to touch her face.
She had been smiling foolishly the whole time; her cheeks must have been sore, right?
But instead, she only felt the warm temperature on her hands.
Did the medicine she drank actually work? These past few days she hadn’t felt her hands and feet get cold again.
When Mu Yichen arrived at the office, he saw Jing Feng. Jing Feng had finished his work and had gone to find him. He had a cup of tea in Mu Yichen’s office, and watched as he returned without putting down his tea cup.
"Even a busy man like you has time to come here for tea?"
Having just one-upped Jian Yan, Mu Yichen was in high spirits, so he spoke with a bit of pride.
"Qin Mu’s garment factory started operations today?"
Jing Feng nodded, then leaned forward to put down his tea cup, clasped his hands together on his lap, and fixed his sharp eyes on the somewhat childish man sitting across from him.
Love really had transformed him, like a bloom in spring.
Looking at Mu Yichen, Jing Feng felt a pang of jealousy.
"I heard that Xiaoqing went to fight with Qin Mu, and it seems she lost." Jing Feng stated his purpose.
Mu Yichen looked up at him and scoffed, "What, are you here to seek justice for your sister?"
"Talking about justice might be an exaggeration, but as her brother, I feel it’s necessary to have a word with you—the man who nearly became her brother-in-law." Jing Feng spoke bluntly.
The two equally top-notch men stared intently at each other.
Mu Yichen sighed lightly, then with a smile said, "Then go ahead, I’m listening."
’Brother Yichen’ was in no mood to quarrel with anyone.
"Xiaoqing was wrong to start trouble with Qin Mu, but the slap Qin Mu gave her was really too harsh."
"If we’re talking about harshness, wasn’t your sister organizing rumors to incite local residents to cause trouble at the garment factory even more severe? And your grandfather, hasn’t he personally threatened my wife more than once?"
Jing Feng looked at him, unconsciously lifting his chin, his gaze becoming sharper.
"What else did Qin Mu tell you?"
"She didn’t say anything. If it wasn’t for your sister losing the fight with Qin Mu yesterday and then running to my house to cry to my mom, Qin Mu probably wouldn’t have mentioned their fight at all—by the way, while we’re on the subject, I also need to ask you: your sister scalded my woman with tea, so what do you plan to do to apologize to her on her behalf?"
Jing Feng suddenly stopped talking, just staring straight at Mu Yichen.
Now, Mu Yichen had a somewhat muddled demeanor, enough to make Jing Feng want to hit him.
But considering everything that had happened, Jing Feng could only helplessly laugh, "How about you hit me to vent for Qin Mu?"
Mu Yichen looked at Jing Feng and helplessly laughed too, but said, "I think that’s a good idea!"
He actually had been holding back a lot of anger because of things related to Qin Mu.
Jing Feng leaned back into the couch, his hands on the back of it, posing as if he was ready to take a beating.
"As long as you have a clear conscience and know what’s right and wrong, that’s good. Jing Feng, we’ve been brothers for so many years, and I don’t want our relationship to end over Jing Qing," Mu Yichen said as he stood up and walked behind the desk to flip through the documents his secretary had brought that morning, speaking without looking up.
Jing Feng turned to look at him, and Mu Yichen also glanced up at him. Standing gave him a slightly condescending, aloof manner.
"You’re not wrong to intervene in Jing Qing’s matters; I’d do the same if it were my sister. But Jing Feng, just as you must protect your sister, I also have to protect my woman. Do you understand?"