Mu Shuoqian calmly met her gaze with slightly furrowed brows and an innocent face, saying, "I thought you couldn’t stand up."
It’s yoga, this is yoga.
With his handsome and refined face, he earnestly delivered such an explanation that Gu Qili found herself unable to rebuke, even though he clearly took advantage of her. Frustrated, she had to swallow the injustice without a word to say.
The rice cooker beeped, signaling that the porridge was done.
As if pardoned, Gu Qili quickly said, "Time to eat."
She turned and scurried to the kitchen, her flushed ears seemingly transparent, looking very cute.
Mu Shuoqian slightly curled his lips into a smile, seemingly in a good mood.
Perhaps his amiable appearance made Gu Qili let down her guard. While serving the porridge, she tentatively asked, "I want to go back to school today."
Staying here and having a staring contest with him while constantly dealing with his capricious moods, she had no way to settle down to study seriously.
"No," he said coldly, glancing at her before turning back to the morning paper, "I have a social engagement tonight and might drink; you’ll drive to pick me up." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs ɴovelfire.net
"Isn’t there Yuan Yi?" His driver can’t just be for show.
Mu Shuoqian didn’t answer directly. Instead, he leisurely folded the newspaper over and over until it was a square, silent all the while, making Gu Qili feel especially pressured. She couldn’t stand his aura of silently commanding yet invisibly lethal control.
If you’re going to kill or slash, couldn’t there be clear words said?
In the end, she compromised, picked up her bowl to continue eating, and dropped the subject of returning to school.
She had finally realized one thing: he kept her here to serve as a part-time driver and a nanny.
She wanted to scream out in indignation, the Second Young Master of Mu Family, lacking—money—huh?
"Keep this card with you."
Speak of money, and money arrives.
A golden card was slid across the table by a hand with distinct knuckles towards Gu Qili, who stared at it blankly, her face screaming—clueless.
"For household expenses." He tossed out two words simply as Mu Shuoqian leisurely put on his coat. It was the weekend, and he wasn’t dressed as formally: a black casual suit, a white shirt without a tie, leaving his collar casually open, revealing the seductive curve of his Adam’s apple.
After fastening the last cuff button, he noticed Gu Qili still staring into space, dumbstruck.
"Order takeout for lunch."
With that, he strode out. Gu Qili was still in a daze when suddenly a shadow loomed over her. She couldn’t dodge in time and a large hand pressed against her chest. A familiar yet strange scent overwhelmed her senses as she gazed, eyes wide and shocked, at the man nearly falling onto her.
Her gaze drifted down to his hand, calmly resting on her left breast.
Mu Shuoqian nonchalantly straightened up, his expression cold and unyielding as he adjusted his slightly disheveled clothes, then walked out naturally, "Sorry, tripped over something."
The incident happened in a flash, and his demeanor was so casual, it all screamed "it was just an accident."
But how could Gu Qili believe that? The great Mu Shuoqian tripped over a chair???
She thinks I’m so gullible because I’m just a student?
By the time she regained her senses and rushed to the door, all she could see was the Maybach 62’s exhaust fumes floating away, the car speeding off like an arrow.
"Mu Shuoqian." Gu Qili stomped her foot hard, grinding her teeth as she yelled towards where the car had vanished, but all that answered her was the fading sound of the engine.