CHAPTER 1139: 323 MR. CHEN送_2

"Qin Mu!"

Just as she quickly walked towards the garage, she hadn’t gone far before being called back by the man standing at the door.

Qin Mu turned to look at him, her eyes still filled with worry: "I need to go check on the Qin Family!"

Qin Mu said to him.

Mu Yichen walked forward, still in the clothes he wore earlier.

"Get inside!"

Mu Yichen stood in front of her, without holding her hand or embracing her, just reminding her in a calm voice not to do things that would displease him.

"But what if something happens to Mingzhu?"

"Since when did your relationship get so close? Besides, who is Qin Mingzhu? In Rongcheng’s noble circle, no one dares to mess with her."

Mu Yichen continued to remind her, his expression still indifferent, even a bit impatient.

"But what if it’s some sort of trouble?"

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Qin Mu couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Her voice actually weakened a bit, her throat dry and lips parched from nervousness.

"There’s no ’what if’! Get inside!"

Mu Yichen cast a glance inside, then urged her once more.

"Don’t let your anger with me cloud your judgment. If anything happens to her, my father isn’t in town right now, and I won’t be able to explain it to him when he returns."

Qin Mu said, turning her head about to leave.

"Where are you going dressed like that?"

Mu Yichen finally couldn’t help but reach out to grab her.

"Then come with me!"

Qin Mu lowered her head slightly, then lifted her eyes to look at him.

He had his insistence, and she, of course, had hers too.

"If something happens, she will call you! Get inside!"

Mu Yichen said to her again, not wanting to waste more words, as he grabbed her hand and turned to lead her inside.

"Mu Yichen! You’ve forgotten! When I was fifteen, I almost got raped while waiting for you! Wasn’t the security bad in Paris? But..."

Qin Mu shook off his hand, reminding him of that incident before he could angrily turn to her, her eyes brimming with tears yet staring at him stubbornly.

"I’m afraid something will happen to her! I’m afraid something will happen to her because of me! Today she offended Bian Jingwen because of me! I can’t just ignore it!"

Qin Mu said, dialing a number while walking inside.

Mu Yichen stood there, suddenly unmoving.

And Qin Mu still couldn’t get through that call, so she went in, changed her shoes, tossed aside the car keys from her pocket, grabbed the familiar car keys, and left.

Mu Yichen still stood there, and Qin Mu walked past him with her head down.

If one day they couldn’t walk the same path, she could still live on gracefully.

She was truly no longer that silly girl who feared giving her heart and having nothing in return, feared being abandoned and hurt.

She had her own life to live and would face whatever happened next bravely.

Qin Mu drove the car away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable driving the car Mu had helped her buy.

So on the way to find Qin Mingzhu, she transferred two million to Mu Yichen, which was all the disposable money she currently had.

That’s just how she was, stubborn beyond belief, once she was convinced something was as she believed, she would do what she thought was right at the time, but...

Was it really right?

But how many right things are there?

People make mistakes, and when uncertain, do what they believe is right.

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"Why did your wife go out so late again? What’s up with Mingzhu?"

Feng Fanghua asked.

The living room was lively, with two kids chasing each other, laughing, and the elderly father and son playing chess, evenly matched.

Feng Fanghua kept observing the young couple, always feeling something unresolved between them.

"Nothing!"

Mu Yichen said flatly.

He always said nothing, whether there really was nothing or there actually was something.

Feng Fanghua felt anxious every time she heard him say that, but no matter how many times she asked, his response was the same.

He suddenly went out again, taking out his phone to make a call as he left.

Feng Fanghua heard him faintly say: "Come out for a couple of drinks!"

"What’s up with him? Weren’t they supposed to entertain Mingzhu tonight? Mingzhu didn’t come, and the couple left too?"

Feng Fanghua looked towards the father and son.

"Forget it! We’ll eat the three of us later, young people’s issues, hard to understand."

Mu Zihao raised his head slightly, his eyes still on the chessboard.