There was still nothing, Mu Qingxin’s mouth twitched slightly, and she was cursing silently without making a sound.
Disdain filled her eyes. Their marriage certificate wasn’t here?
In their apartnt?
Mu Qingxin thought for a mont, growing angrier the more she thought about it.
"Damn it, if it were here, I’d expose you today," she muttered.
Mu Qingxin squatted in front of the cabinet, pushed the drawer in, then smacked it shut with force.
Then she turned her head to look at the wardrobe. Could it be inside?
But as she tiptoed to the wardrobe, just as she opened one door, she heard the front door being pushed open.
Instinctively, she looked back and saw Qin Mu standing at the door, stunned.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Mu asked with puzzled curiosity as he slowly approached.
"Ah, that! I think I forgot to bring my pajamas, can I borrow a pair from you? Do you have any you haven’t worn?"
Mu Qingxin’s mouth opened and closed before she managed to co up with an excuse, nervously batting her eyelashes at Qin Mu’s wide eyes.
"I should have so!"
Qin Mu walked over, opened the adjoining wardrobe door, glanced at the neatly folded varieties of pajamas, and looked at Mu Qingxin, "Over here! Pick one for yourself."
He hadn’t even worn them and they’d already beco too big!
Qin Mu was pondering whether he should continue wearing them next year if he couldn’t this year.
It would be perfect if Mu Qingxin wanted them.
"My God! Why are they all so thin?"
Mu Qingxin walked over, plucked two garnts out, shook them, and eyed the thin silken pajamas before gazing suggestively at Qin Mu.
"Each of these is over five digits in price. Do you want them?"
Qin Mu had no choice but to awkwardly lower his head, trying to change the subject.
"Yes! Of course!"
Mu Qingxin agreed eagerly, thinking she’d wear them for Jiang Yan soday – he’d surely have a nosebleed.
But as she was about to leave with the pajamas, she suddenly turned back: "That... After you two registered your marriage, were you the one keeping the certificate?"
"Huh? The marriage certificate? It’s in the apartnt!"
Qin Mu recalled and replied.
"It’s in the apartnt, huh!"
Mu Qingxin’s face lit up with understanding as she walked out, still muttering, "I knew it would be in the apartnt."
"Why are you suddenly asking about the marriage certificate?"
Qin Mu followed her, asking curiously.
"Oh! Jiang Yan hid our marriage certificate, so I was just asking who keeps yours and my brother’s, that’s all."
Once Mu Qingxin left their bedroom, she clearly beca more at ease.
Qin Mu didn’t dwell on it, heading back to his study to design fashion and casually ssaged Mu Yichen: "What ti will you be back?"
"Still in a eting! Sothing up?"
"Qingxin ca back! How about we all have dinner together tonight?"
"Sure! I’ll definitely make it back before dinner!"
Mu Yichen was seated at the conference table, head down, carefully texting.
Several executives were seated around him, one was earnestly giving a report, others were watching Mu Yichen.
Qiao Yi couldn’t help but watch from the side, musing to himself that even during etings, President Mu couldn’t stay focused – his mind was entirely on his woman!
After sending the ssage, Mu Yichen looked up and caught Qiao Yi staring at him, and his dark gaze t Qiao Yi’s directly.
Within seconds, Qiao Yi frowned and turned his head away, attentively looking at the person reporting.
Mu Yichen then withdrew his gaze, before lowering his head again to look at the phone in his hand.
Secretary Xi sat on the side, helping with the records, her head bowed over her notebook the entire ti, never looking up.
It was past six in the evening when the eting concluded. Soone suggested going for dinner together, but with Mu Yichen eager to get ho he said, "Let Assistant Qin treat, at AM!"
After Mu Yichen left, the older executives watched his retreating figure and couldn’t help exclaiming, "Look at President Mu, still so eager to get ho at his age!"
"Yes! He probably won’t be so eager when he’s our age," another added.
Qiao Yi and Secretary Xi walked out after the rest and heard the older leaders discussing.
"Did you only start disliking going ho when you reached our age? Didn’t you say you and your wife separated in your thirties?"
The senior leaders were chatting ahead while they followed quietly, listening in.
When Secretary Xi reached the elevator, she sighed holding her notebook, thinking that if one is bound to grow tired of it eventually, why bother starting at all?
Secretary Xi just hoped her boss and his wife would never get tired of each other.
Separating in your thirties...
Just the idea made the long, remaining years of marriage seem aningless.
Secretary Xi was about to go upstairs to put away her notebook when Qiao Yi suddenly caught her sleeve. She turned to look at him.
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