"I’m sure you’ve already dug up my past thoroughly, aware of my family, aware of the cause of my mother’s death, and that I lack a sense of security in marriage. So, does the phrase ’a plain ring to bind a lifeti’ convince you?"
Qin Mu said with a smile, raising her hand for the two ladies to see.
The plain ring sat quietly on her finger, looking as though it had grown there because she had worn it for so ti, modest and tacit.
Miss Wang and Editor-in-Chief Zhang exchanged a glance.
Qin Mu didn’t really say much, but they decided not to inquire further.
"It’s almost lunchti, and thanks to Mr. Mu, it should be a good al. I hope you both enjoy it. Once tonight’s work is over, if you’re still in Rongcheng, I’d be happy to guide you around," Qin Mu offered.
"What if we want to have a al with Yichen?"
Editor-in-Chief Zhang suddenly asked with a smile.
"Leave it to !"
Qin Mu, seeing their earnest desire, did not decline.
Although she felt sowhat guilty about troubling Mu Yichen, perhaps it was better not to keep score in a marriage. After all, having bothered him so much already, one more al wouldn’t make a difference.
"Then it’s settled, how about tomorrow noon?"
"Sure!"
Editor-in-Chief Zhang didn’t expect Qin Mu to agree so readily. Although she wasn’t sure if Qin Mu could really persuade Mu Yichen to join them for a al, Zhang was willing to believe based on Qin Mu’s sincere commitnt.
Miss Wang said nothing further, choosing instead to walk Qin Mu to the door.
Only afterwards did Miss Wang ask, "Do you really want to have a al with Yichen?"
"I’m here on a rare occasion. If I don’t get to et a key figure of Rongcheng, that would be a real pity. Also, seeing how indulgent Yichen is with Qin Mu, securing this al seems almost certain."
"Indulgent? How could you tell?"
"Didn’t you notice? Since we set foot in Rongcheng, we haven’t had to worry about anything. When we go to other places for shows, we don’t get such treatnt. We had soone to greet us at the airport, luxury cars at our disposal, dinners, breakfasts, morning teas, and those little gifts. Although Yichen hasn’t shown up, if he wasn’t indulging Miss Qin, how could everything be taken care of so ticulously? I bet if Qin Mu asked for it, he would sign over this hotel and rena it after her in an instant."
"Editor-in-Chief Zhang, you really have a keen eye."
Miss Wang said with a laugh, while Editor-in-Chief Zhang smiled lightly, "We haven’t finished our tea yet, shall we continue?"
"Sure, having t you today is serendipity, let’s go!"
Finding soone with shared interests, there was no desire to go shopping during the day; they were content to chat until they lost track of ti.
Qin Mu drove her little car back to the workshop, to that seemingly modest house that could accommodate hundreds of people. Seeing everyone still busy inside, she imdiately removed her blue coat, rolled up the sleeves of her white sweater, and joined in.
"I’m back!"
Qin Mu had just walked in, about to take over the needlework from a colleague, when she heard a familiar voice.
At the door, Xiaoi stood with arms wide open, looking as if she’d co to surprise everyone. Seeing everyone staring at her in shock, her smiling face began to fade in fright.
"Why are you back?"
Qin Mu asked anxiously.
"JY told to co back to support you and not to return!"
Xiaoi said, looking a bit heartbroken as her face fell.
The n suddenly started whistling and clapping, and the room erupted into cheerful shouts... Xiaoi...
"You heartless bunch."
She said in fluent French, rushing in.
After hugging everyone one by one, she finally approached Qin Mu, "I heard you are planning to replace , is it true?"
Xiaoi pouted, looking pitifully with cheeks puffed out.
"Ah!
Qin Mu shook her head helplessly and gave Xiaoi a big hug.
At that mont, as Yang Qianxi arrived with freshly brewed coffee, she froze upon seeing Xiaoi.
Everyone gave her a cold glance and then imdiately imrsed themselves back in work.
"You first go and check Ai’s outfits. She’ll be here soon, and we need to ensure there are no issues when she arrives."
"Got it!"
Xiaoi dived right back into work. As she passed by Yang Qianxi, she turned her head, pushing back the coffee cup in Yang’s hand with an involuntary touch, "Thanks!"
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