"Really?"
He listlessly asked, then chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Jing Feng and Yang Bo exchanged a glance, and Yang Bo guessed that it must have been a fight with Xiaomu, otherwise, he wouldn’t be like this.
"Actually, Qin Mu is quite a rare girl. She’s smart, beautiful, and considerate, and would never cause you trouble. What more do you want?"
Yang Bo speculated it was because of Qin Mu, so he asked him directly.
Mu Yichen lifted his eyelids slightly but said nothing.
"You two bicker like you’re going through nopause, is it fun? As Xiaobo said, in the past two years, Qin Mu has llowed so much since she ca back. She considers your feelings in everything and treats you as the center of her world. What more do you want?"
Jing Feng seldomly spoke up for Qin Mu.
"Is she really that good? Treats as the center of her world?"
Mu Yichen chuckled softly, then let out a long sigh.
"Yes!"
Jing Feng affird.
"That’s because you haven’t heard your wife ntion another side of Qin Mu’s opinions!"
Mu Yichen reached out for the edge of the table, holding a wine glass gently, then lifted his gaze, with sharp eyes looking at the man sitting beside him.
"What opinions?"
Jing Feng and Yang Bo asked in unison.
"Qin Mu personally told Helian Hao that if it weren’t for , she would choose Jian Yan as her husband."
Mu Yichen frowned, speaking softly.
Yang Bo...
Jing Feng...
For the rest of her life, Helian Hao regretted forcing Qin Mu to give her that answer after Jing Feng went back and told her what happened today.
Yang Bo gave Jing Feng a glance, his eyes asking: What’s really going on?
Jing Feng was just as clueless, but his brows furrowed after hearing it, those two won dared to talk about anything together, but didn’t they consider who might be around when they were chatting?
"Jian Yan suddenly disappeared! Qin Mu is now worried sick about him every day, clinging to her phone like a lunatic, waiting for Jian Yan to call her."
Mu Yichen said, then lifted the wine glass and, regardless of the wine’s expense, drank it all in one go.
Jing Feng and Yang Bo exchanged looks of bewildernt; what did it an that Jian Yan disappeared? How could Qin Mu be like a lunatic?
"What do you an Jian Yan disappeared?"
Jing Feng hesitated for a long ti before asking.
"He disappeared without a word! No one knows where he went, or even if he’s still alive. After he disappeared, Xiao Wei called Qin Mu, and Qin Mu contacted Jian Yan’s attending doctor, who said his condition was now very poor. Xiao Wei also ntioned he hadn’t been taking his stomach dication on ti, so now..."
He set the wine glass down, stood up, walked over to the cabinet to grab a bottle, refilled his glass, set the bottle down, sat back down, and gently swirled the red liquid in his glass.
The private room grew so cold that no one dared to speak lightly.
"In Qin Mu’s heart, between and Jian Yan, who weighs heavier? Take a guess!"
Mu Yichen took another sip of wine, then cast a sharp look at his two best friends, questioning.
The sudden question flustered Jing Feng and Yang Bo; how were they supposed to guess that?
"Even though I don’t know who is more important to Qin Mu, my thought is, the one married to Qin Mu is you, the one having children with Qin Mu is you, and the one who should grow old with her is also you, right?"
Yang Bo furrowed his brow in thought, but no matter how he thought, he couldn’t see Qin Mu escaping from Mu Yichen’s Five Finger Mountain, or rather, Qin Mu didn’t want to escape; she liked his cage.
"Did you forget you were the one pleading with Jian Yan to teach her back then?"
Jing Feng questioned; he knew Mu Yichen had suddenly flown to Paris to find Jian Yan that year.
Mu Yichen said nothing, which was as good as admission, as he poured himself another glass of wine.
Yang Bo felt uneasy seeing the alcohol consud so quickly, wanting to quickly have a drink himself and then fill another, but with the glass at his lips, he couldn’t bring himself to drink. He looked again at Mu Yichen with frustration.
"I warned you at the ti to be careful of them developing feelings over ti. What did you say to back then, do you rember?"
Jing Feng asked again.
"Feelings overti? Can he compare with the ti we’ve spent together?"
Mu Yichen lowered his head, recalling his words, now finding them ironic to repeat aloud.
The matters of the heart, irrelevant to the length of ti.
"So, what’s the point of you sitting here, brooding now?"
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