Marry Me Quick

Chapter 589 Refusing to Compromise

She dipped her head and pursed her lips before looking elsewhere. "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to blame you," Ziyue

said.

She touched the gauze around her head and added, "I appreciate you coming to bandage my wound, but you don't

have to accompany me outside."

She looked up at him as if signaling him to leave.

Xiyi took up his first aid bag and left with a bitter smile.

...

As he walked down the stairs, Xiyi observed Muchen smoking in the corridor.

There were several cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him.

Xiyi objected to this and approached him. He whispered, "Sir, you can't smoke."

Muchen didn't seem to hear him. He inquired while holding the cigarette in his palm, "How's her injury?"

Xiyi realized his attempts to persuade were futile. He arched his brow and replied, "It's not serious. The wound isn't

deep, and it will heal soon."

He unexpectedly provoked Muchen with his statement.

Muchen violently flung his half-smoked cigarette at him and yelled, "Not serious? There was so much blood!"

Xiyi cocked his head slightly. Only a tiny amount of ash from the half-smoked cigarette was visible on his black suit.

He remained silent as Muchen yelled at him.

He wasn't angry but couldn't stop thinking about what Ziyue had said.

Ziyue had been allowed to accompany Muchen, but he had forgotten how bad Muchen's temper had been.

Even in the past, when he had a bad temper, Muchen did not regularly lose his cool with others around him. Yet, he

wasn't remarkably expressive of his feelings when angry.

He could not tell the difference between being calm and being furious when agitated.

Although having a confused state of mind, he remarked, "It's just a skin injury."

This time, Muchen just gave him a frigid glare while maintaining his distrust in his gaze.

Xiyi pondered momentarily, then said, "If you're worried, I can come over every day."

Muchen raised an eyebrow and thought momentarily, "Hmm." He then nodded.

Once Xiyi left, Muchen lingered in the hallway before returning to the space.

Ziyue was hunched over the bed as he entered, deep in meditation.

Ziyue didn't give him a glance despite the commotion he made when he entered. Maybe she was pretending not to

hear or was too preoccupied with her thoughts to listen.

Muchen approached with long strides and then looked down at her.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the white gauze around her head. He gave it one glance and then stared at

her face.

She had been rained on and was slightly pale due to the injury to her head.

The more Muchen looked at her, the more his face darkened.

Ziyue thought he would say something but remained silent for a long time. His intense stare made her skin crawl.

She threw the blanket over herself and hid under it because she couldn't take it anymore.

As a result, she felt her blanket pulled as soon as she rolled over.

Ziyue tried to resist and pulled the blanket back. She then heard Muchen say, "I'm hungry."

He spoke with the same lifeless and flat tone as always.

Why is he claiming to be hungry right now when she had explicitly ordered the driver to bring him food at noon?

This has nothing to do with her.

Ziyue pretended not to hear him and went back to sleep.

As Muchen noticed that she wasn't moving, his tone went louder unintentionally, "Ziyue!"

Ziyue turned over and sat up. She sounded aggressive, "If you're that hungry, go to the kitchen and have the

servants cook for you!"

He must not have eaten the meal she had the driver deliver since he rushed back to her in a rage. Muchen

screamed countless cruel things during that time.

"You cook," he said. Muchen gave her a frigid glare while he maintained an expressionless gaze.

Ziyue's expression darkened as she spoke, "No, I won't!"

The audacity to demand I cook after he had injured my skull. Now he's acting as if nothing had happened. What

nerves!

Does he see me as a dog? Throw a bone when I'm upset. Kick me when I'm overexcited?!

Because of this, her resolve was only firm for a split second before it was lost.

She was already being roughly hauled from the bed by Muchen.

Ziyue stared at him in shock since she didn't anticipate Muchen treating her this way.

She had always considered Muchen shameless, but at least he had a mannerly side. She was utterly stunned by his

behavior.

Without uttering a word, he dragged Ziyue violently and then moved towards the entrance.

Ziyue was powerless to stop him and was forced to follow.

"Are you crazy? Let me go, you monster!" Ziyue felt like she was going crazy.

She would go insane if she continued to live with Muchen in this manner.

"Even if I drop dead, I won't cook for you. Don't even consider having me prepare food for you in the future!" Ziyue

displayed a crass movement by vigorously stomping her feet on the ground.

Muchen found the behavior unthreatening.

In the end, Ziyue was dragged to the kitchen by Muchen.

"Cook," he demanded.

At the kitchen door, Muchen paused and continued to observe her.

Ziyue bit her lip and glared at him with bloodshot eyes. She said, "I won't do it!"

Muchen looked at her once, then turned around and left. He ignored her words.

"Muchen!"

Ziyue was fed up with him.

Muchen came back and brought a chair to guard the kitchen door.

This lunatic!

Ziyue became so enraged that she clutched her hair and started to circle the room. She ran outside and grabbed a

steward, "Go out and buy me two packs of instant noodles. Now!"

The couple's confrontation terrified the servant so that they dared not speak. They went out to get instant noodles

after they were informed of Ziyue's instructions.

Junk food was not available at the castle.

Ziyue stared at Muchen with hatred.

So, he wants me to cook? Fine! I'll cook!

He received a bowl of instant hot noodles from Ziyue, and the air was permeated with the aroma of stale pickled

cabbage.

Muchen looked at the massive bowl of 'noodles' before him. He frowned.

He looked dissatisfiedly at Ziyue and spat, "Is this it?"

"I only know how to make this," leered Ziyue. She stood before him with her arms folded and a mischievous

expression in her eyes.

A trace of humor flashed in Muchen's eyes as he studied her expressive face. It was too fast for anybody to notice.

Then, Ziyue grabbed the chopsticks and began to eat while still appearing to be watching the program.

Ziyue went silent.