"Be more careful next ti."
"Okay."
The man’s words were distant, devoid of any emotional undertones. Hearing the man’s warning, Mu Wan rubbed her arm again.
Qin Mu’s expression was sowhat heavy... as though he was caught up in tangled thoughts and worries.
...
Mu Wan followed Qin Mu into the car. The entire journey, the man remained silent and reticent.
Under the oppressive low pressure, Mu Wan gazed out the window at the sycamore trees, breathtaking in their beauty, completely unaware of why Qin Mu’s mood had beco so grave.
Upon returning to the presidential suite, Qin Mu pursed his thin lips.
"You should rest first. As for lunch, the secretary will personally bring it to your room."
"Then..."
Mu Wan almost blurted out asking Qin Mu, "What about you?" Realizing her lack of composure, she pressed her lips together and said no more.
Qin Mu, however, pursed his thin lips as though he understood the thoughts lingering in the woman’s heart and responded.
"I’ll go to the study to deal with so work."
"Mm."
Mu Wan nodded slightly, then walked toward her room.
...
After returning to her room, Mu Wan took out the sketchpad from her suitcase.
The first page of the sketchpad depicted Qin Mu in an impeccably tailored suit, strikingly handso, with a devil-may-care allure.
Mu Wan curled her lips into a smile, carefully taking out her paintbrush to refine and detail the artwork.
Imrsed in her little world, her beautiful eyes glimred with light, brimming with joy.
...
In the study:
Qin Mu stepped into the study, releasing emotions he had held back for the better part of the day. He kicked the chair in front of him with force.
"Shit..."
Getting married and having children...
For others, how easily achievable it was, yet for him, it was as difficult as scaling heaven.
Now... wanting a child turned out to be an almost insurmountable challenge.
Qin Mu frowned with his dark, brooding eyes... He... could he really bring himself to resort to the idea of personally conceiving a child with a woman?
His dark gaze flashed with a trace of complexity.
He... still couldn’t get past the ntal hurdle just yet.
Over the years, despite appearances suggesting a reputation for being promiscuous... in reality, he had kept himself clean, never having truly been with a woman.
So rumors in circulation were more the product of dia fabrication.
He’d turned a blind eye to most of it, not bothering to care much.
To the public, he had always been the frivolous drifter...
But... Mu Wan was undeniably a first.
After looking into it seriously, he discovered that if he were to opt for IVF, instrunts made of tal would need to pierce...
Such a thod was simply too cruel for a woman.
Qin Mu pursed his thin lips... Aside from Jian Ran, he had always been indifferent toward other won.
However... now that the subject was Mu Wan...
Qin Mu narrowed his eyes... What was he supposed to do?
Mu Wan... was just a woman who married him for the title of the Qin Family’s young mistress. He... shouldn’t be soft-hearted toward her.
...
During lunch, Mu Wan dined alone in her room, never catching sight of Qin Mu.
Due to jet lag, Mu Wan closed the sketchpad after lunch and sprawled on the bed to rest.
...
When Qin Mu entered the living room, the secretary was standing respectfully near the sofa.
"Where’s Mu Wan?"
"Miss Mu is resting in her room..."
"Mm."
Qin Mu responded lightly before heading straight toward Mu Wan’s bedroom. Seeing the door wasn’t closed, Qin Mu frowned slightly and pushed it open directly.
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