"Do we have to do this here?"
Mu Yichen looked at her stubborn gaze, feeling irritated.
"I’d rather do it here!"
Qin Mu was still the same headstrong Qin Mu. After saying those words, she looked towards the woods next to her.
Her heart panicked and, without thinking, she took a step back, looking down at her feet.
"Fine! If you want to stay here, stay here. What I just said to Jian Yan was all said in anger. You should know better than anyone how I feel about you."
Mu Yichen nodded, his hands gripping his solid waist from inside his overcoat, flipping the coat back a bit.
"I know better than anyone, but I also don’t know. You always say you’d tie me to your side if you had to. Do I have human rights with you?"
Qin Mu looked at him with tearful eyes, her raised finger poking forcefully at the center of his chest.
"If you plan to run away at the wedding and I find out, then you’ll have no human rights at that time."
The night was hazy, and everything seemed blurred.
Qin Mu just gazed up at him like that.
It was as if they were back in the past, where he was an altitude she could never reach.
Qin Mu stared at the ruthless look in his eyes, felt her heartbeat growing more and more intense, then her eyes became desperate, and she turned and walked back.
Her steps got bigger, and she even started to run.
Did he not feel that they were equals? In his heart, she always had to listen to him, he was the king, and she was just an inconspicuous consort that pleased him?
Qin Mu ran harder and harder until she was panting and her throat began to hurt.
But the tears gradually disappeared.
She ran to the end of the street, stopped when she was tired, and seeing a taxi approaching, she immediately hailed it.
Mu Yichen’s car slowly followed behind the taxi she was in.
As the night deepened, everything grew quiet.
Qin Mu silently shed a few tears in the car, but by the time she got home, she was back to how she had been when she first left.
Mu Yichen’s car pulled up beside her after the taxi left.
He pushed open the passenger door from his side, fixing Qin Mu with a sharp look.
Qin Mu got in, but when she closed the door, a mist clouded her eyes again.
After getting out of the car, Mu Yichen walked around to her side, hooking her shoulder.
Qin Mu reflexively looked at him, noticing the injury at the corner of his mouth for the first time, feeling a twinge of pain for him but then immediately retracted her damned subconscious sympathy.
Mu Yichen firmly embraced her as they entered the house, but by then the elders had already gone to sleep, so Qin Mu immediately turned around and escaped him without any warning.
"You hurt the corner of your mouth. Go and take care of it."
Qin Mu said in a low voice.
She ran upstairs, and he...
When he looked at the window and saw the reflection of that ghastly man on the glass, he finally had to touch the corner of his mouth.
It really freakin’ hurt.
That night, they slept back to back, without touching each other, until dawn.
The next day Qin Mu drove to the studio. Jian Yan, seeing her red eyes, asked her, "Have you decided?"
Qin Mu nodded her head, not wanting to talk much.
Jian Yan sighed helplessly as he looked at her like that.
"Regardless of what your future holds, right now you can’t let go of each other, so why make yourself unhappy? As for the other women, if you really care that much, why not go and talk to her yourself?"
After a night of thinking, Jian Yan felt there was no need for Qin Mu to let herself be so defeated.
"Why should I go talk about the peach blossom debt he’s incurred?"
Qin Mu’s voice was low, her brows drooped but resolute, and her voice was stubborn.
Jian Yan heard her voice was hoarse, so he picked up the glass of water Xiaomei had poured for her on the desk and handed it to her.
Sitting in the couch, Qin Mu lifted her hands braced against the armrests, "Thanks!"
Jian Yan stood there looking at her, and in that moment, he suddenly wished he could protect the one he loved.
But then, the image of what Qin Mu needed appeared in his mind—she didn’t need him. Could keeping her by his side make her happier than she was now with Mu Yichen?
That damned rationale!
Jian Yan turned back to his desk, and although he appeared calm and collected when he looked at her again, inside he was extremely anxious.
Mu Yi and his son had already been busy all day at AM, with Jiang Zhiyuan and Zhao Huai also following along. When they had a free moment, the three of them found a corner to smoke. Zhao Huai said, "Brother Yichen, Xiaomu will definitely attend the wedding, right?"