"Gone!"
Jian Yan lifted his eyes briefly, then lowered his gaze again, having intended to sketch, but in the end, he pushed the paper aside: "I’m going back to the office to check so materials; if you need , co find there."
Qin Mu nodded subconsciously, his eyes never leaving him, until he stood up and left. Qin Mu was still staring at the door, lost in thought for a while.
Not long after Mu Yichen finished drinking with President Zhang, he went to find her, but he didn’t go to her office and instead went directly to the room where she used to sleep to rest.
As Qin Mu was pouring water, she saw that the door was ajar. Approaching softly, she pushed it open and saw him lying on the bed, instinctively stepping forward: "When did you get here?"
No one answered. Was he asleep?
Qin Mu, holding the empty cup, walked to the edge of the bed: "Mu Yichen?"
Mu Yichen still didn’t utter a sound. Qin Mu thought he was probably tired, then she put down the cup and reached over him to pull the inside covers over him.
"You have a phone call."
Xiaoi reminded softly from outside.
Qin Mu didn’t even have the ti to take another glance before standing up and walking towards the door. Xiaoi handed her the phone with a mischievous giggle, muttering, "I went to bring you water just now and heard your phone ringing."
Qin Mu laughed involuntarily, thinking what did I say that has you looking so scared.
Later, when Qin Mu went to get her cup, she casually ntioned to him, "Will you be here all afternoon?"
"Yeah, waiting for you to get off work."
"Cut it out, waiting for to get off work slling like booze?"
"Still rembering to find you after getting this drunk, what does that tell you?"
President Mu looked at her holding the cup at the door, then asked.
Qin Mu raised her eyes to the doorfra, pondered for a mont: "It ans it’s true love."
"Hmph!"
Mu Yichen turned over and ignored her further, Qin Mu...
True love just gets a hmph?
So defiant!
Afterward, Qin Mu concentrated on her sketching in the office, while Mu Yichen got up from sleeping and went to Jian Yan’s office. Jian Yan smiled at his arrival but didn’t put down the cigarette he was about to light: "President Mu, would you like one?"
Mu Yichen, hands in pockets, walked in with an aristocratic air and indeed sat beside him on the couch, took a cigarette from the box on the coffee table, and hung it in his mouth.
Jian Yan sighed involuntarily at his roguish air: "Isn’t President Mu busy at this ti?"
"With so many people under , if I still had to work all day and night, what use would they be?"
He lit his cigarette and took a drag before replying.
Jian Yan knew Mu Yichen’s temperant; a great man could bend and stretch, could be tempestuous or modest to the extre.
"That’s sothing you would say."
Jian Yan took a deep drag and leaned back nonchalantly in the couch, eyes drifting over the cigarette box on the coffee table.
Mu Yichen lifted his gaze: "I heard from Qin Mu that you haven’t been well lately? But it’s not bad enough to need soone to look after you, right?"
"Hmph! Did Mumu tell you?" Jian Yan’s smile was very sincere.
"Of course."
Hearing that "of course," Jian Yan really didn’t feel well inside, yet he had to admit that he could only be jealous.
"I’ve told you before, don’t worry about competing with you. I can’t win, and I won’t compete."
"Then why are you staying here?"
Mu Yichen asked directly, his cold and devilish eyes staring at the man across from him.
"I’ll return to Paris after her show this year. Whether I’ll ever co back is uncertain," Jian Yan said with a bitter smile, as if he harbored so unspeakable secret.
"No wonder she said you’ve been acting strange lately."
"Mumu?"
"Yes, she’s been fantasizing lately that you have so terminal illness."
Jian Yan’s expression flickered with montary surprise, then he laughed: "Truly worthy of being my good disciple."
"If there’s sothing wrong, say it. Don’t play mysterious gas; she respects you like her own father."
When President Mu said the word "father," he even glanced up at him, but Jian Yan didn’t mind the intentional dig: "Having in her heart is enough for ."
"Hmph!"
Mu Yichen chuckled disdainfully, annoyed that Jian Yan seed so unfazed.
That evening after work, the two of them went ho together. In the car, Qin Mu curiously asked him, "What were you and master talking about? Xiaoi said you guys had a secret eting for over an hour."
"Is a man’s topic sothing you should listen to?"
Mu Yichen turned to look at her and then back at the road ahead.
"What’s there that I can’t listen to?"
As Qin Mu spoke, she sneaked more glances at him, finding President Mu uncharacteristically unable to stay serious, clearly amused.
Qin Mu continued to pester him for an answer, but without success, she gave up, not expecting to co ho to find Huanhuan’s grandfather there.
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