CHAPTER 1105: 315 XIAOMU_2

Mu Yichen glanced at him, smiling lightly yet sharply: "Nothing escapes Mr. Liu’s eyes after all."

"I toast to Mr. Mu, grateful for your leniency last time."

"Kindly ask your esteemed wife to refrain from disturbing our marital life, and I would be immensely grateful."

Mu Yichen clinked glasses with him, smiling lightly, but his words in the otherwise mundane conversation made the two women present feel somewhat awkward. Miss Zhang was introduced to Qin Mu by Liu Jingyuan, although Qin Mu only found out today. Now she feels a bit flustered by what Mr. Mu just said.

Liu Jingyuan’s half-lowered eyelashes paused for a moment, then he smiled lightly: "It is true that her emotions have been a bit unstable during pregnancy. If she disturbed your lives, I apologize on her behalf."

Only then did Qin Mu realize that Mu Yichen had seen the WeChat message Liu Jingyuan’s wife sent her that night, thinking it had gone unnoticed.

"That’s not necessary, women have their little moods. It’s only important not to cause big problems."

Mu Yichen did not accept Liu Jingyuan’s apology, even though Liu Jingyuan was sincere.

Liu Jingyuan raised his eyes to look at Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen’s shoulder faced Qin Mu, but his face was directed at him. The sharp gaze was somewhat unsettling to others.

Liu Jingyuan withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and smiled lightly, but he did not speak further.

Mu Yichen also withdrew his gaze, turning to find Qin Mu’s hand and held it in his palm, intertwining their fingers.

Qin Mu was unsure what his gesture meant. His hand wasn’t warm but felt particularly real due to its structure.

"Oh! By the way, Mrs. Mu, when is the earliest I can get my dress?"

Miss Zhang, noticing the uncomfortable atmosphere, changed the subject.

"A week, probably. I’ll have it for you next Saturday."

"Great! I’ll come by Saturday afternoon to get it."

Miss Zhang spoke as she raised her glass. Qin Mu, realizing Miss Zhang was intentionally making conversation, gratefully clinked glasses with her, pretending to be calm.

"Originally, Jingyuan wasn’t keen on helping me with this favor, but I really love your design style, so I asked him to help. I hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble."

"Not at all. As a designer, designing fashion is both my job and my greatest passion."

Qin Mu was surprised at how well Miss Zhang could ease the atmosphere, instantly feeling less pressured.

Later, Mu Yichen and Liu Jingyuan discussed this year’s real estate market. Mr. Mu had a habit of speaking with thorns, but Liu Jingyuan remained modest, always managing to steer the topic away from being too sensitive.

Qin Mu and Miss Zhang listened, worried more than once that the two might come to blows. Though it seemed like a normal conversation, why was Mr. Mu’s gaze always so sharp?

Finally, the lunch ended. After seeing the two off, Mu Yichen and Qin Mu went upstairs.

Mu Yichen seemed oblivious to Qin Mu’s accusing gaze. Qin Mu snorted lightly. When the elevator opened on the top floor, she lifted her head and strode out with her bag slung over her shoulder first.

Mu Yichen followed behind, easily keeping up with her with his long legs. His long, lowered eyelashes obscured the emotions in his phoenix eyes, leaving people guessing what he was thinking.

Though others didn’t know, Qin Mu could almost perfectly guess his thoughts, so she didn’t want to even look at him.

Once inside the room, she gently placed her bag on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said: "I’m thirsty."

Mu Yichen had just stepped in when he heard her say she was thirsty. Glancing up, he saw the word ’stubborn’ written all over her face.

She probably wasn’t thirsty but wanted to order him around to vent her frustration, right?

Mu Yichen went out and called room service: "Bring some water for the young madam, along with some fruits and snacks, quickly."

Qin Mu listened as he made the call from outside the office, raising her eyebrows slightly. She had intended to order him around a couple more times, but he was smart.

Mu Yichen heard the thud of shoes dropping onto the carpet. His dark eyes moved from the phone to look towards the inner room, then lowered his eyes back to the phone. After dialing Xi Secretary’s number, he said: "Cancel the afternoon meeting. I need to accompany Mrs. Mu."

After making the call, he hung up and placed his phone on the table.

Within five minutes, the restaurant staff pushed a dining cart in. It was laid out with an array of delicate snacks and seasonal fruits, plus a glass of warm water, with a large cup beneath, in case Mrs. Mu found one glass insufficient?

"You may leave now!"