"You’re talking about Mu Hewen," Mu Shuoqian took a sip of the tea served by the waiter, a fresh brew made with premium mountain spring water. The tea had a light green hue, with a few leaves floating like flat boats on the lake, gently settling at the bottom of the cup.
"Why do you ask?" Mu Shuoqian put down the teacup and looked over with an inquisitive gaze.
Gu Qili was propping up her chin with a silly grin, shaking her head: "Just asking."
Indeed, it wasn’t him. She knew it. With his allergy to women,
the likes of Hu Jiaojiao’s tricks could only deceive the flirtatious eldest young master of the Mu Family, Mu Hewen. Follow current novels on novelFirｅ.net
Listening to Hu Jiaojiao’s whining voice, Mu Hewen felt his bones nearly melting, and on the side of his fingertips, there was an obvious red abrasion.
Today at school, Hu Jiaojiao almost bumped into Mu Hewen’s car. However, she was well-practiced in the art of the fake fall. She managed the stunt just right – not too severe to hurt herself badly, but enough to successfully catch Mu Hewen’s attention.
In the end, she got into Mu Hewen’s car with a mere abrasion that wasn’t even bleeding.
"Young Master Mu, that’s really troubling. I’m so sorry for holding you up," Hu Jiaojiao said with much apology.
Mu Hewen chuckled, "I’m more than willing to serve a beauty."
When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor applied a simple ointment to Hu Jiaojiao’s wound. It was so minor that it didn’t even require bandaging. The doctor thought to himself that such a trivial injury wasn’t worth a hospital visit—it could have been dealt with a dab of disinfectant at home, or even left untreated.
"Ouch, that hurts," Hu Jiaojiao winced, pretending to be very sensitive to pain.
Mu Hewen immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders anxiously, glaring at the doctor with dissatisfaction: "Can’t you be a bit gentle?"
The doctor felt innocent, but didn’t say anything out of respect for Mu Hewen’s presence.
She was the most famous surgeon of the hospital. When the dean called her to personally deal with an injured patient, she was mentally prepared for a dire case, only to be met with a scrape that even a three-year-old could handle themselves.
As the patient was brought by the Mu Family’s eldest young master, she naturally did not dare to be negligent.
But this girl was excessively delicate; her obvious attempt to garner a man’s sympathy disgusted the doctor.
"Does it still hurt?" Mu Hewen asked with concern, his hands still on Hu Jiaojiao’s shoulders.
"It still hurts a bit," Hu Jiaojiao said, tears welling up in her eyes, "It hurts whenever I walk."
Mu Hewen bent down to smell the fragrance of her hair, then suddenly lifted her in his arms and strode out of the hospital in the face of the doctor’s astonished look: "This way, it won’t hurt anymore."
Hu Jiaojiao bashfully protested, "Young Master Mu, don’t do this. People will see us."
"So what if they see? Who dares to say anything about me, Mu Hewen?"
"Young Master Mu..." Hu Jiaojiao’s small hands pushed against his chest,