Chu Mucheng looked at An Xiaoyu intently.
At this very moment, she was wearing a sporty casual outfit. Perhaps An Xiaoyu was unaware, but Chu Mucheng knew that the set of clothes... was the most recent fashion in a limited edition.
Based on An Xiaoyu’s current salary, she couldn’t possibly afford such expensive clothes!
The only explanation was... Shen Yufeng!
Chu Mucheng closed his eyes.
It seemed he hadn’t guessed wrong; last night, An Xiaoyu had indeed been with that Shen Yufeng!
His heart twitched painfully, the kind of pain that he found somewhat unbearable.
"You didn’t rest well last night, did you?" An Xiaoyu said, seeing Chu Mucheng , feeling a bit of distress inside.
Chu Mucheng gave a faint smile.
"Are you truly concerned about me, or is it just a casual question?"
His voice suddenly became cold and sharp, causing An Xiaoyu to be taken aback.
Chu Mucheng’s temperament had always been fickle; one second, everything could be fine and the next, a storm could burst forth.
After so many years, she still had a certain understanding of his temperamental nature!
"Then just take it as if I didn’t ask!" An Xiaoyu said indifferently.
Chu Mucheng’s heart ached fiercely again.
In the past few days, the relationship between the two of them had finally eased a lot, but once Shen Yufeng returned, it seemed... they were back to square one.
Going around in circles ...
An Xiaoyu forced herself to harden her heart and said, "About what happened last night, you saw it too. The house was all in chaos, so... those things you mentioned before about marriage, let’s just consider them a joke, let bygones be bygones."
Chu Mucheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at An Xiaoyu, while the sunlight from outside the window shone on his face, casting a shadow from his long eyelashes in the pockets of his eyes.
An Xiaoyu felt Chu Mucheng’s mood deteriorating, and a cold air seemed to envelope him.
"Is that it then? Do you really think I was joking?"
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An Xiaoyu knew that Chu Mucheng was not joking, but what of it? After all, marriage is a matter for two people, and even if he was willing, he needed to ask for her opinion, right?
"Chu Mucheng, from childhood till now, you’ve always been accustomed to forcing me to do what you want me to do, but have I ever listened to you? Never! Now, it’s the same. Marriage has always been your own wishful thinking, and I have never thought of marrying you. So, in the future, let’s refrain from such talk."
"In your heart, who are you really fixated on, Qin Zixiao or that Shen Yufeng?"
Chu Mucheng’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and restraint.
His hand rested on the edge of the table, and An Xiaoyu felt that if she said something next that displeased Chu Mucheng, he was likely to flip the table in the next second.
Taking a deep breath, An Xiaoyu responded unapologetically, "Stop bringing up Qin Zixiao in front of me. He’s getting engaged tomorrow, so I will just wish him well and have no other thoughts."
"And what about Shen Yufeng?"
Chu Mucheng’s tone became somewhat hostile.
His heart was tightened, waiting for An Xiaoyu’s answer.
He hoped she wouldn’t say something that would drive him mad, and more so hoped she would clarify directly that there was nothing between her and Shen Yufeng.
But An Xiaoyu took a deep breath and slowly began to speak, "This morning, Shen Yufeng and I... have already registered to get married!"