"How could there be lipstick?"
Although the overhead light wasn’t on and the room was dim, how could a woman not recognize what that was?
She asked again, her eyes heavy with gravity as she looked at the man in front of her.
Mu Yichen also looked at his clothes and then reached out to touch the spot. Because the suit was black, it was impossible to see if there was anything on it, but when he looked at his hand, how could a man who often encountered women’s lipstick not recognize what it was, except...
How could there be lipstick on his clothes?
"Believe me, I definitely didn’t!"
"You usually wouldn’t, but you drank so much tonight."
Qin Mu frowned and moved from under him to the inside, looking at him with disdain: "You better explain clearly to me, or don’t you dare get on this bed."
After speaking, she turned around and went to the bathroom herself.
Damn it, how could there be lipstick on his clothes?
He turned to watch the woman enter the bathroom and then shut the door forcefully, and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
When he was drinking, he had taken off his coat and had someone hang it up, and it wasn’t until he was leaving that he put it on again. Indeed, some brat had invited two beauties to accompany them, but he definitely wasn’t involved.
The more Mu Yichen thought about it, the angrier he got. He grabbed his phone to call that kid, but to his surprise, no one answered even after two attempts.
But his wife was angry, which was a serious problem. What now?
He probably couldn’t even get into bed tonight. The thought of not being able to hold her while sleeping made Yichen feel irritable.
It hadn’t been many days since they had been happy together. It had taken much effort for her to forget his true nature and just about when she was ready to open her heart to him, this incident happened...
The more Mu Yichen thought, the more vexed he became, and he continued to call the other party, who simply turned off their phone this time.
He threw his phone violently to the ground. The woman, showering at that moment, heard the loud crash and turned her head, her ears perked up for a good while before she resumed washing, only continuing once it had been quiet outside for a while.
When she came out after her shower, she saw that the room was empty and felt a pang in her heart. Had he left?
Instinctively, she went to look for him, but just as she was about to step out, she was tightly embraced from behind.
"I swear, if I ever do anything to wrong you, may I be struck by lightning."
Qin Mu was held so tightly she couldn’t move, her hair obscuring her vision. She pushed her hair behind one ear and turned to look at his profile: "What were you just doing?"
"My phone died," he muttered. "Do you believe me or not?"
"I want to, show me the evidence."
Her eyes, bright and clear like a starry sky, focused intently on a spot, her words unmistakably clear.
"How about tonight? Will you let me hold you while we sleep?"
He looked like a child right now, and Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh softly.
"What difference does it make if I let you hug me? And what if I don’t?"
"If you don’t let me hug you, I’ll have insomnia."
"Mu Yichen, can we please calm down a bit?"
She hadn’t even started with him, and he was already sticking to her.
All questions should be saved until after she had no more strength to argue.
Because after she was out of strength, hitting him wouldn’t do any good, and doing other things that would tire her out, he would actually feel sorry for her, but not so much with this, he even felt a sense of achievement.
He said, "I promise, I absolutely haven’t done anything to wrong you, and I never will in the future."
He had said those words before.
She had always trusted him; perhaps he hadn’t been involved with any other girls, but he couldn’t guarantee that no girl had taken the initiative to throw herself at him.
"Where did you go for drinks tonight?" she asked, completely drained, her voice hoarse.
She lifted her exhausted neck, her eyebrows knitted in disbelief as she looked at him, the place being so chaotic.
"Jing Feng wanted to celebrate, so Jiang Zhiyuan took the initiative to book Fei Ran and even called a few girls over," he explained.
"Mu Yichen, can you please get off me?"
She was on the verge of tears, completely out of strength to resist, her voice both soft and soothing.
"I’ll keep trying until I’m forgiven."
"Yichen, please spare me."
She felt her tear ducts were no longer under her control.
In the end, he offered a simple explanation, and afterward, she fell into a deep, oblivious sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, Mu Yichen was already gone. She lifted her gaze to scan the room, listening intently within the silence of the bathroom; he must have left early.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but think: He surely feared being held accountable when autumn comes.
But she would surely settle this account. How did lipstick end up on his body?