Zhuo Wen’s legs gave out and she collapsed back onto the couch, her eyes bulging as Qin Mu’s knife hovered in front of her, she hugged her head and shrank into the couch, screaming, "Ah..."
At this moment, appearances and such were bullshit to Qin Mu.
But who could care about appearances at a time ? Zhuo Wen was scared to death too, wanting to escape, but Qin Mu had already blocked the way.
Mu Yichen timely embraced her from behind.
"Let go of me, believe it or not, this grandma will chop off your hand?"
Qin Mu turned her head to look at him and shouted.
"Even if you chop off my hand, you can’t chop her."
Mu Yichen held her tightly, even causing her little stomach to hurt from the pressure.
Qin Mu, however, looking at him like that, suddenly couldn’t help it and her eyes blurred with tears, her face streaming with tears in a matter of seconds.
"You bastard, do you love her that much?"
Qin Mu clenched the knife handle in one hand, pointing downwards, and with her other hand tried hard to pry his slender and strong fingers open.
Qin Mu, gritting her teeth with rage, exhausted from the effort and still unable to break his grip, angrily yelled, "Mu Yichen, let me go."
"If I let you go, we’re all finished."
Mu Yichen couldn’t help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, how did you suddenly become so strong? I’m barely able to restrain you.
"Qin Mu, have you gone mad? Killing someone means going to prison."
Zhuo Wen, terrified by the knife in her hand, grabbed the armrest of the couch to pull herself up, swallowed nervously, and seeing no other way out, managed to crawl onto the couch.
"Even if it means going to prison, I’ll stab you to death first."
Qin Mu roared, then thrust forward powerfully, her hands gripping the long knife handle tightly—the kind of long knife actually used for cutting watermelon.
"Stab me to death? We’ve done everything that needed to be done, if you kill me, will he be yours?" Zhuo Wen jumped down after finishing her words.
"Bitch, stop right where you are."
Fearing she would escape, Qin Mu struggled even more fiercely, shouting loudly.
Zhuo Wen’s high heel broke, and she knelt on one knee to the ground, crying out in pain as she spoke those words.
But Zhuo Wen still got up and hobbled out the door, and Qin Mu immediately roared again, "Bitch, stop right there."
She truly wasn’t rational at this moment, she didn’t want to be rational anymore, if being rational could make everything go back to before this morning.
Qin Mu’s face was already flushed with anger, appearances and such were bullshit to her right now.
Her throat was hoarse from shouting, but Zhuo Wen had run away, Mu Yichen was still holding her, and she was out of strength, only able to plead, "Let me go, let me go!"
She cried, sobbing like a child, overcome with grievance.
Mu Yichen still held her tightly, his heart aching for her, unable to let her go.
Mu Yichen thought she had given up everything here and boarded the plane with Jian Yan.
Her voice was raspy with tears, crying out.
In the huge living room, only her crying was left.
Qin Mu gripped the knife handle pointing downwards with one hand, gently pressing against his shoulder, and with the other, she hit him hard.
"Listen to me, no matter how angry you are, take it out on me."
He faced her, embracing her tightly.
"I’m going to kill her, I’m going to kill her."
Qin Mu’s voice was hoarse from screaming, repeating hysterically, her eyes already obscured by tears.
"Killing someone means prison! And nothing happened between me and that ’bitch.’"
He tried to soothe her while he couldn’t help but want to laugh, hearing her talk about killing someone.
"Nothing happened? Nothing happened and you look ? You’re still laughing? You can still laugh?"
Qin Mu looked up at him, disbelieving, then grabbed his shirt and slapped him hard on the chest, seeing the lipstick mark on his neck, her anger intensified, and she forcefully pushed him away.
Mu Yichen let go because he didn’t want to hurt her, but never expected Qin Mu’s knife to accidentally cut himself.
Qin Mu also startled, the knife immediately dropped to the floor, with a tear from her eyelashes falling onto her face, sliding down to her chin.
He simply took off his shirt to cover the wound on his arm: "I’m fine."
He was very calm, finally, his whole heart was preoccupied with this girl who was enraged.
She had never been this angry before, and he never thought he would push her to this point one day.
He had said some inappropriate things, he looked very chauvinistic, and indeed, he wanted to keep her tied to his side forever, but actually, what he preferred more was for them to live in loving companionship.