That year, the wind on that night was cooler than it is now.
He drove her around most of Paris in his sports car, finally stopping at a hotel entrance.
Back then, Qin Mu was not yet used to going to a hotel with a man, but that day he dragged her in forcefully.
He said, "I can take you back to school right now, but I’ll be returning to China in two hours. Are you sure you want to act spoiled with now?"
She didn’t dare! She didn’t dare to lose her temper because of his affection, because those two hours were too precious for them at the ti.
She didn’t know how long he had waited at the school gate before finding soone to call her, but she was sure it must have been a long ti.
So, later she went into the hotel with him. At that ti, a Chinese boy pulling a Chinese girl into the hotel drew a lot of curious glances from others. People were probably speculating about their relationship. Back then, in others’ eyes, President Mu was no longer just a dashing young man but a sowhat accomplished leader.
In her dreams, because she recalled the past, her eyes got wet. When she felt very wronged, she turned around and bumped into a warm embrace.
She thought she was dreaming and clutched that warm embrace, sobbing softly.
Who said he only pampered her, who said he only loved her? When he loved her, how much burden and sorrow was attached, only she and the person involved knew best.
When he wasn’t gentle, he was domineering.
——
Mu Yichen frowned as he watched the woman crying uncontrollably in his arms, unable to resist gripping her shoulder, "Qin Mu, Qin Mu..."
Qin Mu wiped her tear-filled eyes, groggily looked up, and then t the eyes of the present Mu Yichen.
No jeans, no black T-shirt, not the domineering and cold Mu Yichen of that ti.
"Mu Yichen!"
Qin Mu’s voice carried a hint of doubt, making Mu Yichen frown even more.
"What’s going on?"
Mu Yichen asked her nervously.
"Why are you here?"
Qin Mu ca to her senses, crawled out of his embrace, sat up, and wiped away her tears forcefully, her voice still a bit hoarse.
"Who did you think it was?"
Mu Yichen asked, his dark eyes already lit with a spark of anger.
"I had a dream!"
Qin Mu mumbled to him.
"Dream about what?"
Mu Yichen sighed lightly, wanting to lose his temper with her, but how could he be mad about what happened while she was asleep? He just wanted to find whoever made her cry in the dream and tear them apart in every possible way, just to let them taste the agony.
"You!"
"Who?"
"You! I dread about you!"
Qin Mu looked at him nervously, her voice very soft but clear.
The entire bedroom fell silent instantly. President Mu was obviously troubled; he had just thought about torturing that guy variously, but now, he didn’t know what to do.
"Why did you dream about making you cry like this?"
Mu Yichen asked her, puzzled.
"I dread about my junior year."
"Junior year? What happened that year?"
Mu Yichen couldn’t rember; he visited her many tis during that year. Which trip? Which ti?
"The ti you took to the hotel, you scared !"
Qin Mu looked at him with a hint of grievance, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. How could she have a nap and dream about such distant things?
It must have been because she wanted to rebuke Wen Runuan earlier but didn’t dare, and then she did it in her dream.
But it seed she cried quite a bit; her throat was still hoarse, and she felt humiliatingly embarrassed.
Mu Yichen was suddenly speechless, that ti at the hotel?
Before they had any relationship?
In the upscale hotel room, a girl asked a man smoking at the window out of frustration, "You got a girlfriend?"
The Mu Yichen of that ti, well, he knew how to break her heart.
"Yes!"
Just a slight ’yes’ wounded Qin Mu at that ti beyond recovery.
However, Qin Mu back then dared not show her sadness too much in front of him. His dark eyes always stared intently at her face, seemingly waiting to see her embarrassnt. So at that ti, she secretly clenched her pant fabric tightly and endured that humiliation.
Yes, at that ti, him saying he had a girlfriend was a humiliation to her, at least that’s what she felt.
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