The bitterness in her heart was beyond words, she could only quietly experience it herself.
Later, no one knew who got drunk again.
That night, those who could walk returned to the apartnt, while the rest who really couldn’t move stayed in the upstairs guest rooms.
Qin Mu had already taken out her card to give to her colleagues, but Mu Yichen made a direct call and had the guest room manager co down to arrange everything.
She put her card back into her pocket, only to notice when she looked at him that the rims of his ears were also a bit red.
After he drank too much he seed to be like that, so, could it be that the seemingly composed President Mu had also drunk too much?
Finally, when everyone in the private room had left, Mu Yichen then steadied himself against the doorfra and gave her a look, his dark eyes indecipherable.
Qin Mu’s heart stirred, and she imdiately asked, "Looks like we also have to stay here now?"
He smiled faintly, trying to embrace her but accidentally losing his balance.
Qin Mu was only a step away, and she instinctively reached out to support him imdiately: "Careful!"
"Mrs. Mu, your husband is drunk too!"
Qin Mu...
Afterward, she helped him out of the private room; he was too heavy, and she had drunk quite a bit too, so she hardly had any strength.
The two of them had barely taken a few steps before they both collapsed onto the carpet.
Qin Mu still frowned in pain, her elbow hurt badly.
"Mrs. Mu, you owe your man an apology."
He murmured, his breath reeking of alcohol.
Just an apology?
She didn’t want to!
"President Mu, Miss Qin!"
The manager who happened to co over to see if they needed anything else saw this scene and imdiately used the walkie-talkie on his waist to call two people over.
Qin Mu recognized the woman, and without raising her eyes, she struggled to get up while saying: "Take him to the upstairs guest room."
"Alright!"
Qin Mu rembered how this woman had taken care of her when she first ca here and felt relieved to see her. But looking at Mu Yichen, who was lying on the ground like a dead body, she suddenly got angry and kicked his leg.
Ever since the manager had co, he had let go of her and started playing possum, so she let him keep pretending.
"Ah!"
Who knew that just as she kicked him, he quickly sat up, clutching himself and crying out in pain.
Qin Mu...
The manager...
Both won were scared, especially the manager, who was both nervous and embarrassed.
Later, the upstairs attendants ca to help and took President Mu upstairs. Qin Mu realized she had forgotten to take her bag and only when she went back for it did she suddenly notice, the table was covered with various empty bottles. How much had they drunk tonight?
After throwing him onto the bed, the staff left. Qin Mu went to thank them and closed the door. When she returned, she sighed at the sight of him lying on the bed, nursing his headache: "Got the guts to keep drinking, huh?"
He grinned but said nothing.
Qin Mu knew he could still hear her.
But thinking of their daughter sleeping in the next room, she decided to leave him be and check on the child first.
The little girl had been well taken care of before their return and was still sleeping soundly.
Huanhuan had beco quite independent early on, thanks to their handling, but Qin Mu thought that was pretty good.
However, thinking about Mu Yichen lying alone in that room, having drunk so much he must be feeling terrible, she couldn’t bring herself to just leave him like that.
So in the end, she went back.
She didn’t know why, but she helped him take off his shoes and washed his feet.
In the dim light, she saw the weariness on his face and his furrowed brow.
She rembered what Xiaoi had said on the phone that he had flown to Paris imdiately after she left and then back to China. He probably hadn’t slept well those days either.
He must have been very worried about her.
It’s just that his way of worrying about others was always unique.
She must have also drunk too much.
"Mu Yichen!"
"Foolish woman!"
He called her in a muffled voice, not even opening his eyes.
The room was so quiet you could hear the breathing of the two people.
If only it could always be this quiet, how good would that be?
One hand struggled to rise, instinctively going to stroke his hair, gently touching it, then his forehead.
She thought to herself, how nice it is when you’re asleep!
Suddenly, the idea of pumling him while he slept flashed through her mind, thinking it would be so satisfying.
But she did not act on it.
He still lay there sleeping, and she told herself she couldn’t just sleep with him like that tonight, or tomorrow morning he would create chaos. But then, watching him sleep so deeply, she couldn’t resist and leaned over to give him a hard kiss.
"Mu Yichen!"
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