The familiar voice startled Zhuo Wen from a distance, and her fiancé asked her, "What’s wrong?"
Zhuo Wen answered in a low voice, but her complexion had already turned quite ugly.
"Could you come to the studio on Monday? Great! I’ll wait for you at the studio then."
Qin Mu’s voice was steady yet polite, and after finishing, she hung up the phone, slightly lifting her downcast eyes.
Wen Runuan and Helian Hao both sweated for her, but she handled the call with composure.
"What’s wrong? The milk is getting cold!"
Qin Mu reminded them in a low voice.
The two women picked up their milk but neither drank, just looking at her.
After putting down the phone, Qin Mu leaned gently against the sofa back, thinking this was for the best.
Since she already knew of Zhuo Wen’s existence, it was time to let Zhuo Wen know as well.
Zhuo Wen clearly became nervous upon knowing this and fell silent.
The café was already quiet with just their two tables, and now it became totally silent.
Helian Hao whispered, "Should we leave?"
"At least finish the milk!"
Qin Mu looked up with a sharp gaze and said.
"Honestly, I can’t drink it!"
Wen Runuan whispered.
Qin Mu thought for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Then let’s go!"
Without a word to anyone, the three women left together and drove to the JY Store in the city center.
Wen Runuan picked several outfits, and though Qin Mu’s figure hadn’t fully returned to its best, she also picked some for herself. When it came to wearing clothes, none of them were the type to wait for their figures to improve first.
Even Helian Hao picked out a long dress.
Qin Mu and Wen Runuan even suggested, "How about we give you the clothes we’ve worn these past days?"
"I mentioned it to Jing Feng, and he said it would feel odd holding me if I wore clothes from another woman."
Helian Hao laughed helplessly.
Wen Runuan and Qin Mu both nodded as if to agree that men generally don’t like their women wearing clothes other women have worn.
Except for the occasional pervert.
The three of them had lunch together at AM, and since they didn’t take a private room and Wen Runuan was there, many phones were aimed at them for photos.
Until Qin Mu showed an unhappy expression on her face, and even the manager couldn’t take it, going to remind customers not to take pictures.
"Are we going to hit the headlines on Weibo today?"
Helian Hao asked curiously.
Wen Runuan expressed her apology, but it was too late.
"Why are you two speaking in such low voices?"
Qin Mu asked them curiously.
The two women looked up at her, and indeed, they found her a bit strange.
Helian Hao looked at her worriedly and asked.
"Is something wrong with me? Isn’t it you two who are acting all sneaky?"
Qin Mu questioningly asked them.
"Madam, the CEO is entertaining upstairs and requests your presence."
Soon after, the manager came up to her and whispered into her ear.
"Just tell him I’m with friends, and ask him to take my place!"
Qin Mu said lightly, with a juice glass in her hand.
The manager felt awkward, but seeing her expression and knowing she was in a bad mood, he dared not provoke her.
"Did you have a fight?"
Wen Runuan asked in a low voice, not to Qin Mu, but to Helian Hao.
"Isn’t it all because of that Zhuo Wen?"
Helian Hao answered, equally upset.
"What’s the deal with Zhuo Wen, anyway? Is she here to seduce Yichen? Is that the woman from the café? But didn’t she say she was getting married to a man?"
Wen Runuan’s gossip impulse kicked in.
"That’s what’s so annoying."
Helian Hao replied for Qin Mu.
Qin Mu, seeing Helian Hao angrier than herself, suddenly smiled and sighed, "You tell me, how come Mu Yichen is plagued with so many rotten peaches?"
"You should attract a few yourself someday, so he won’t be so smug."
"That’s not a bad idea!"
"What idea is not bad?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice from behind them startled the two women.
Wen Runuan, sitting across from them, was deep in thought and also jumped at the sound before looking up: "Yichen!"
Qin Mu and Helian Hao completely froze, their expressions as colorful as can be.
Mu Yichen walked over, pulled out the chair next to Wen Runuan and sat down, crossed his arms in front of him and stared straight at them.
"Why aren’t you talking anymore? Weren’t you just chatting away?"
Mu Yichen asked, his keen gaze eventually settling on Qin Mu across from him.