"The stars are that beautiful? Watching them from childhood until now, and still not enough?"
He asked her with a smile, but the devilishly charming expression in those pitch-black eyes was impossible to ignore.
Qin Mu was scared inside, but her smile looked even more beautiful on the surface.
"Yeah! Just can’t get enough!"
"Oh?"
He made a sound of agreent, then suddenly pinched her warm, slender waist with force.
Qin Mu almost cried out but quietly bit down on her lip instead.
"Mayor Qin might be getting a divorce from Zhang Rujia, what are your plans next?"
"To watch them fall."
"And then?"
"If you want, I can bear you a son!"
She looked into his eyes, her hand that was hooking around his neck quietly moved to caress his well-defined contours.
"Truly after my own heart!"
He suddenly laughed again and then lifted her up from the sofa.
Qin Mu had no choice but to hold onto him tightly, wrapping her legs around his strong waist as he carried her upstairs.
For the first ti, she felt that the walk up to the bedroom was as if heading toward hell.
Qin Mu felt he could see through her heart, yet, she could never seem to fathom him.
What was he really thinking?
Did he still truly love her as he did before, or was it just unwillingness to let her go after these years of pursuit?
However, the matter of bearing a son seed to be perfectly proceeding!
Later, Qin Mu didn’t know how she endured his possession without a trace of tenderness, only that when she woke up the next day, she was lying in his warm chest.
As if there were no cracks between them!
He held her gently, just like always.
Qin Mu raised her eyes to see his sleeping face—he looked like a gentle prince. Ever since she was little, in her heart, he was always a prince, although a dark-hearted one.
He’s quite dark-hearted now too, often very bad!
She just watched him quietly, gazing up admiringly.
The room was silent, save for their breathing and heartbeats. Qin Mu heard a strong heartbeat, it was his.
She couldn’t help but press herself against him, knowing her lack of security.
Just like now, lying on his chest, yet feeling like she had been thrown into hell and tornted a thousand tis over.
His gaze, his breath, both could tornt her.
In the morning, he had to go out of town for a eting and didn’t bring Huanhuan along, Qin Mu thought she would finally be able to take Huanhuan to the studio, only to discover, upon going downstairs, that the Mu Family’s car was already waiting there.
"You certainly won’t have ti to take Huanhuan to her early education class today, right? Give Huanhuan to !"
Feng Fanghua, carrying her bag, walked out and smiled very kindly, of course, at her granddaughter.
"School begins this early?"
Qin Mu asked subconsciously, feeling a cool breeze pour into her heart the mont the child was taken away.
"It started on the eighth!"
After Feng Fanghua finished speaking she said to Huanhuan, "Baby, say goodbye to mommy, grandma is taking you to play with other children!"
"Mommy goodbye!"
Huanhuan actually just wanted to go play with the toys in the early education class, so she waved to Qin Mu happily.
At that mont, oh, Qin Mu truly understood what it felt like to have your heart carved out.
"Bye-bye!"
Qin Mu smiled and said goodbye, then turned and got into her own car.
Before she set off, she received a call from a police officer, asking her to go to the police station.
As a result, she was detained!
"Your counter’s salesperson says you instigated this theft, do you have anything to say?"
It was a male police officer who looked at her with a cold face, and when he sat down to speak, there wasn’t a hint of emotion.
"I want to speak to Mayor Qin of Qin City!"
Qin Mu knew how these people treated the detained, and at this mont she didn’t want to bring up Mu Yichen, only to find soone related to this case.
"Sorry, Mayor Qin probably doesn’t have the ti to speak to you!"
The officer said coldly.
Qin Mu didn’t speak, just quietly looked at him. Had this officer been bought by Zhang Rujia?
"What about Mu Yichen?"
"Mu Yichen? The president of AM, Mu? Who are you to him?"
"Would a wife suffice?"
Qin Mu asked indifferently, lowering her eyes to the cold object on her wrist, and unconsciously furrowed her brow.
"Ha, seventy percent of the girls in Rongcheng claim to be President Mu’s wife. Take this seriously. If you don’t confess the truth, don’t bla —"
"How much did she pay you?"
Qin Mu didn’t answer, but asked in return.
"Do you know you’re obstructing a police officer from carrying out official duties?"
——
Mu Yichen had been trying to call her all day but couldn’t get through, so he called Mu Qingxin, and Mu Qingxin said only Huanhuan was there, Qin Mu wasn’t.
Mu Yichen had no choice but to call her studio, and Xiaoi nervously told him, "I haven’t seen her all day, she said we were supposed to go to the garnt factory for a eting today, but I can’t get through to her phone either."
Mu Yichen glanced at his watch, it was already past eight, and it would take him at least another two hours to get back to the city.
Helian Hao was at ho arguing with Jing Feng when he received a call from Mu Yichen; he was also startled and then looked at Jing Feng puzzled, "Why would Mu Yichen call ?"
The two who had been quarreling had to pause, and Helian Hao answered the phone with confusion, "Hello?"
"Did Qin Mu co to see you today?"
"No, what’s up?"
"I can’t find her now!"
Mu Yichen’s heart was in turmoil when he uttered those words, feeling utterly powerless.
He suddenly had a very bad premonition; he didn’t know if she was still in this city or if sothing had happened.
Helian Hao was suddenly stunned too, because deep down he also felt sothing was off, "Did you two have a fight, so she’s not answering your calls?"
"She wouldn’t!"
Even if they had fought, she would not ignore his calls, especially these past few days.
"Then I’m hanging up!"
Mu Yichen suddenly thought of Qin Haiming and imdiately called him. Qin Haiming was entertaining guests but raised an eyebrow when he saw it was Mu Yichen’s number and excused himself from the table.
"Did Qin Mu contact you today?"
"We haven’t been in touch since dinner last night, what’s up?"
He just floored the accelerator, driving as fast as he could; she knew only a handful of people in Rongcheng, and he had called every one of them, those he should and shouldn’t have.
When he got ho and hurriedly opened the door, the only sounds were the loud bang of the door hitting the wall and the feel of the warm air blowing on his face from the pitch-dark house, so warm it was almost unbearable for his eyes.
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