"He’s sensible, all right! But—"
"Don’t go assuming everyone’s like your daughter-in-law, now scram!"
The old man couldn’t be bothered with him and waved a hand behind him to shoo Mu Zihao away.
"What are you two talking about?"
Feng Fanghua had just come downstairs, initially thinking the two had a quarrel, only to find them...
They feigned calmness, each looking away—some at the window, others at the sofa.
Feng Fanghua walked over and unconsciously chuckled upon seeing outside the window, unable to help but murmur, "They’re starting this early in the morning? That girl is really something."
"I hear she also exercises every morning at home and now she’s keeping it up even after moving out; truly a role model for the younger generation."
The old man reflected on his old comrade’s words and gave a high appraisal.
Feng Fanghua glanced at Mu Zihao, who also seemed somewhat helpless.
Mu Yichen went to work after getting up this morning, not even eating breakfast.
Zhuo Wen found him in the restaurant where he was having lunch with Qiao Yi, tapping gently on his table.
When Mu Yichen and Qiao Yi looked up and saw her, Qiao Yi’s eyes were drawn to the delicate face before him, and the next moment he looked at Mu Yichen.
There was no extra expression on Mu Yichen’s face, he simply asked, "What are you doing here?"
"That’s exactly what I wanted to ask you. Why are you here? I have an appointment to meet a client here."
She sat down next to them and cast a glance at Qiao Yi with her exquisite face, "This is Mr. Qiao, isn’t it?"
Qiao Yi often hung out with Mu Yichen, so she had seen him a few times before, but didn’t remember clearly.
"Indeed! And who might this beautiful lady be?"
Qiao Yi’s memory was even worse, which made things awkward.
"Zhuo Wen! My grandfather’s old comrade’s granddaughter, don’t you remember?"
Mu Yichen gave Qiao Yi a look, as if saying, ’Stop putting on an act.’
"Oh, Miss Zhuo! Women truly change as they grow. I didn’t recognize you."
Qiao Yi immediately played along, striking a certain pose.
"Ha! Mind sticking around later? I have something I’d like to talk to you about."
Zhuo Wen didn’t linger with Qiao Yi for too long, instead turning to Mu Yichen with a particularly serious tone and saying in a low voice.
Mu Yichen didn’t respond, just looking at her.
"Gotta go! My client is waiting upstairs!"
Zhuo Wen stood up, said her farewells, and strode off.
Qiao Yi, leaning against the sofa, watched Zhuo Wen leave, and only when she was far enough did he turn to Mu Yichen, "What’s going on?"
Mu Yichen asked back, curiously.
"This is so ambiguous! What’s the situation?"
Qiao Yi looked at him seriously.
Mu Yichen inadvertently frowned.
"Yeah! The way she looked at you, it’s not just a simple relationship."
"So a relationship that’s not simple must be ambiguous?"
"What else could it be?"
Qiao Yi couldn’t figure it out.
"A person who can’t even understand his own feelings is trying to guess those of others?"
Mu Yichen looked at him, sparing no mercy in his criticism.
"You believe I won’t rat you out to Qin Mu?"
Qiao Yi thought, if you dare mock me , I must put you in your place.
Mu Yichen looked up at him and sighed helplessly, "She’s now staying at the Mu Family home."
Mu Yichen crossed his legs and casually reminded Qiao Yi to start eating as he picked up his chopsticks.
Qiao Yi couldn’t focus on his food, his eyes lingering on Mu Yichen.
"A thruple, perhaps?"
After a while, he posed another question.
Mu Yichen finally lost his appetite, his cold gaze shooting sharply towards him.
Qiao Yi had no choice but to bow his head and pretend to eat.
After finishing their meal, they both headed towards the parking lot. Qiao Yi asked in confusion, "Didn’t she ask you to wait for her? Just like that, you’re leaving?"
Mu Yichen thought to himself, could he really wait?
But when the two arrived at the parking lot and looked up, there was the exquisite woman, leaning against Mu Yichen’s luxury car.
She stood with her arms folded, as if she’d been waiting for a long time.
Qiao Yi got into his car; they had come in separate vehicles.
Outside, Zhuo Wen stared straight at the man before her, radiating a sense of superiority yet appearing approachable.
She couldn’t help but chuckle first, and Mu Yichen, hands on his hips, looked elsewhere before finally looking at her, "What’s so funny?"
Zhuo Wen said softly, the word not heavy, but striking a nerve with the man standing beside her.
Mu Yichen also laughed, "What do you know?"