He looked at the woman who had fallen asleep in his arms and felt surprisingly calm.
Perhaps it was because he had already ntally prepared himself in advance, so afterward, he just felt a little disappointed.
But after that night, Qin Mu behaved quite obediently for several days.
——
Jiang Zhiyuan went to Mu Yichen’s office to stir up trouble: "Why did you touch soone else’s phone? As a man with proper manners, don’t you know that’s incredibly rude?"
"She’s my wife!"
Mu Yichen squinted at the man pacing in front of his desk with an air of helpless indifference, kindly and casually pointing this out.
Jiang Zhiyuan imdiately looked as if soone had shoved an egg into his mouth, choking to the point where he couldn’t speak for a long ti.
"And! Handle your own affairs. Confiding in a girl five years younger than you about emotional issues—what kind of behavior is that?"
Mu Yichen seriously questioned him again. Since Jiang Zhiyuan had co to him on his own, it was a good opportunity to have a proper talk.
Jiang Zhiyuan: "..."
"What’s more, that girl is a married woman. Jiang Zhiyuan, does she an nothing to you, or is it you don’t take seriously?"
Mu Yichen pressed further.
With an attitude of mixing private matters with work, his icy expression scared Jiang Zhiyuan, making him subconsciously twitch his lips without uttering a word.
Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t shake off the odd feeling—wasn’t he the one who ca to interrogate? How did he end up being tornted by Mu Yichen instead?
"In the future, don’t contact her so late to discuss random nonsense. Don’t you know she can’t even handle her own emotional problems?"
Recalling that night made Mu Yichen irritated again, prompting him to say another sentence.
Jiang Zhiyuan: "..."
Although he couldn’t muster a response, his mind was racing now. Were they fighting again? Xiaomu’s emotional turmoil must be tied to this guy.
"What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you saying anything?"
Mu Yichen watched the normally talkative Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly go mute, finding it a bit unsettling.
"Haha! Just thinking that sothing doesn’t feel quite right."
Jiang Zhiyuan turned his head slightly, then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly: "Uh, I just rembered I have sothing to take care of. I’ll be leaving now!"
With that, he spun around and attempted to leave.
Qiao Yi walked in from outside. Seeing Jiang Zhiyuan, he raised a curious eyebrow: "Why are you here?"
Jiang Zhiyuan abruptly halted but didn’t imdiately answer his question.
"You don’t need to attend tonight’s dinner on your behalf, right? I’ve got sothing else to handle."
Qiao Yi asked.
"Mm!"
Mu Yichen responded with a nod.
"What are you up to?"
Jiang Zhiyuan, hearing Qiao Yi’s words, felt a sense of unease about him.
Qiao Yi looked at Jiang Zhiyuan: "Isn’t that a bit out of your lane? And you still haven’t answered —why are you here?"
Qiao Yi’s sharp gaze was far more intense than Jiang Zhiyuan’s. Under that scrutiny, Jiang Zhiyuan felt a bit cowardly, especially since it involved a buddy’s wife. So, he chuckled nervously: "I’m just here to talk to Yichen about sothing—it has nothing to do with you or Secretary Xi."
Upon hearing "Secretary Xi," Qiao Yi almost lost his temper: "Say that again?"
Qiao Yi took a step forward, causing Jiang Zhiyuan to step back: "Brother! Co on now, this isn’t fair—you should be angry at that woman outside, not taking it out on ."
As Qiao Yi cornered him near the sofa, Jiang Zhiyuan bent over and scrambled over the couch, lying down and raising his hands in surrender.
Qiao Yi suddenly felt a pain in his chest: "Damn it, she even set a wedding date with that bastard."
"Are you serious?"
Jiang Zhiyuan, still lying on the couch, froze for a second.
Qiao Yi lowered his head, gripping his waist with both hands, trying hard to contain his anger.
"Why would she tell you about her wedding date?"
Mu Yichen chid in at the right ti. After all, they were old friends—he couldn’t just sit back and watch Qiao Yi suffer without saying anything.
Though these guys had rcilessly kicked him while he was down during his lowest point, they had still been by his side over the years.
The tense atmosphere in the office suddenly lifted, almost like a resurrection.
The man lying on the couch moved his eyes slightly, his hoarse voice erging from an uncomfortable posture: "What, are you planning to crash her wedding?"
Qiao Yi raised his eyes to look at him imdiately.
Jiang Zhiyuan sat up straight, then declared with a straight face: "Just a guess! Or should I go ask her for you?"
Qiao Yi, troubled by his unspoken words to Xi ng, felt tempted when he heard the suggestion. His gaze at Jiang Zhiyuan even softened a little.
Jiang Zhiyuan, in truth, only wanted to get as far away from this trouble as possible.
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