Qiao Yi had a look of schadenfreude on his face, thinking, "Now you should be begging me, right?"
"I don’t know what she would do, but I know you’re going to have a bad time."
Mu Yichen’s gaze was rather superficial, and his words were not heavy, but once spoken, they silenced any arrogance.
Qiao Yi felt his piercing glance had an extremely intimidating effect.
"You’re threatening me? Alright then, I won’t tell Xiaomu you’re having an affair; I’ll say you had a car accident. How about that?"
Mu Yichen didn’t reply, simply changing his position as though settling in to watch an interesting drama, and continued to look at Qiao Yi with a sly smile.
Understanding the expression in his eyes, Qiao Yi snorted coldly, "Retract your office romance restriction, and I’ll call Xiaomu."
Mu Yichen chuckled, his captivating eyes staring at him, "Negotiating conditions with your boss?"
Qiao Yi raised an eyebrow and provocatively placed his hands on his waist.
"If you can get her back for me, from now on, you can do whatever you want in this office."
"But if you can’t get her back, from then on, you’re not allowed to look at Secretary Xi even for a second when you’re on my floor."
Mu Yichen looked at him, raising his eyebrows as well.
These kinds of schemes between them as brothers were nothing new to Mu Yichen; he wasn’t surprised in the least, even quite looking forward to it.
If someone could really bring back Qin Mu, he would be grateful to that person’s ancestors for eight generations.
Helian Hao said she would stay in Paris for half a year to a year; he felt his world darkening.
"What? Scared to bet now?"
Mu Yichen saw that he had been silent for a while, standing stationary like a pole, and kindly reminded him.
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring her back for you."
After leaving his office, Qiao Yi tapped twice on Secretary Xi’s desk. She looked up at him, and with a hint of resignation, he sighed, "Yichen wants to issue a new office romance restriction unless I can bring Xiaomu back. Do you have any ideas?"
Secretary Xi adjusted her glasses thoughtfully and seriously said to him, "If the young lady is going there for work, how can you possibly bring her back?"
Yeah, if Qin Mu went to Paris to do something important, how could she possibly return unless her work was done?
He had simply dug himself into a hole; he meant to outsmart Yichen, but the tables had turned on him?
He was the one who had laid the trap for Yichen, so why did he fall into it himself?
"However, if the boss hasn’t specified a return date, then maybe it’s not impossible?"
Secretary Xi pondered again before raising her eyes to look at Qiao Yi and ask.
A few seconds later, Qiao Yi suddenly slapped the desk, "Wait for me!"
Having said that, he went off to seek ideas from others. Secretary Xi adjusted her glasses again, thinking to herself, what does the romance restriction have to do with her?
She didn’t know when their relationship had come to this.
Qiao Yi sought out Jiang Zhiyuan, who was playing cards in the club. He dragged him into the restroom, "Give your bro some advice, and I’ll definitely make it up to you later."
"What advice can I give? Xiaomu is smarter than both of us put together; wouldn’t she sense that we’re trying to trick her?"
Jiang Zhiyuan frowned and asked.
"Otherwise, just find some guys to beat up Yichen. Leave some bruises on his face, break at least two ribs, and fracture a leg or so. Xiaomu will surely run back."
"What if she doesn’t come back?"
"How could she not come back? She might seem to let go easily on the surface, but she’s been with Yichen for years now, and he’s her first love; her feelings run deep."
While the two were discussing, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside.
First came in a leg in a plaster cast, followed by a bandaged arm, and a face with patches of blue and purple.
The only hand that was unbroken supported a crutch.
After sizing up the new arrival from head to toe, they exchanged glances immediately. Qiao Yi slapped his hand, as if this was just what he needed, and took out his phone from his pocket.
What Qin Mu saw on her feed were three photos of a man lying on a white hospital bed, with a caption that read: Poor man missed his wife so much while driving that he forgot he was at the wheel. Before passing out, he even told us not to call his wife, truly pitiful to the extreme.