Marry Me Quick

Chapter 660 Hide

Ziyue was at a loss for words. After a few seconds, she mumbled, "It's different."

Before Muchen could say anything, she changed the topic and asked him, "Did Grandpa look for you?"

Muchen had taken the opportunity to send her back during the presidential election when Yuchuan was too busy to

bother with him. She guessed that Yuchuan would find fault with Muchen when he learned about it later.

Ziyue also knew it wasn't because she was important or terrific to Yuchuan. To Yuchuan, her presence controlled

Muchen.

When she thought about it, it seemed like it wasn't a wrong choice for her to return to the country.

"Are you being concerned for me now? You're not angry anymore?" There was a trace of a smile in Muchen's voice

as though he was in a good mood.

Ziyue was slightly annoyed. "I'm asking you a question. Can you be serious?!"

Muchen was a dishonest businessman who attacked cunningly.

He had already sent her back. What could she do?

He did it because he knew she wouldn't actually get angry.

Ziyue sighed silently. She couldn't keep being mad at him and ignoring him.

Actually, she was most worried about losing contact with him right now.

Country J and Country Z were so far away from each other. A plane ride would take multiple hours. What would she

do if something suddenly happened one day and there was no news of him?

She felt that Muchen was capable of doing such a thing.

"Don't worry. You're in Country Z, and you're far away. He can't make you come here again, and I'm not someone

who can be easily influenced. Don't worry. If you're bored and have nothing to do, go out shopping. Don't let your

imagination run wild."

Don't women like shopping and buying things?

"Promise me that you can't lose contact with me no matter what happens. You have to call me no matter what time

it is." Ziyue was feeling vaguely uneasy.

Muchen was momentarily silent before saying, "Mm."

"What do you mean by that? Promise that you'll do it!" Ziyue was displeased at his response. He's trying to humor

me? No way!

Muchen's free hand tapped twice on the table and he said, "I promise."

Then, he heard Zixi's pleading voice ring on the other end. "Mommy, I want to talk to Daddy."

Ziyue turned and saw that Zixi had put down his utensils. He was looking at her with wide eyes like Muchen's. The

corners of his mouth were dirty, and his gaze was slightly expectant.

Her heart suddenly went soft. She felt that she should show Muchen how his son looked.

"Your son wants to talk to you," Ziyue told Muchen on the phone before passing it to Zixi.

When Zixi took the phone, he sat up straight with an earnest expression and spoke into the phone with a baby

voice, "Daddy!"

The child's baby voice rang in the phone and he seemed more tender and lovely.

Muchen's gaze couldn't help but soften. His voice was gentle. "Have you finished your dinner?"

"Mm. I have. There was meat and vegetables… I don't like eating vegetables…" Zixi spontaneously announced the

food on the table and talked endlessly about what he liked and disliked.

Ziyue felt sorry for her son, so she personally cooked every meal.

And now, Zixi was at an age where he was learning to speak. Ziyue would usually point things out to Zixi when she

saw something while cooking or when they were out.

At his age, he quickly learned to speak. He would remember something after Ziyue taught it to him.

Ziyue didn't know what he said on the phone to Muchen. Zixi listened earnestly and would answer occasionally. His

tiny figure was exceptionally amusing.

The father and son spoke for a while. Ziyue looked at the time. It was time for Zixi to bathe and sleep.

Ziyue made a gesture at Zixi, and he had a reluctant expression. "I have to bathe and sleep."

He held the cell phone with both hands and asked, "Did you see my drawing?"

Drawing?

Muchen furrowed his brows slightly. What drawing? Chuan didn't give it to me?

But Zixi's voice was filled with anticipation. Muchen couldn't bear to disappoint Zixi, so he said, "It's excellent."

Zixi returned the cell phone to Ziyue, perfectly satisfied after receiving Muchen's approval.

Ziyue spoke to Muchen for a while before ending the call. After that, she led Zixi up the stairs to bathe and sleep.

…

Ziyue filled his bathtub and put some balls and a rubber duck in it. When she turned to help Zixi remove his clothes,

she realized that Zixi had taken off most of his clothes.

The child had poor coordination, so he took his clothes off with some difficulty.

Ziyue extended her hands to help him, but he turned her down.

Zixi twisted his body to avoid Ziyue's extended hands. He mumbled, "No… Do it myself…"

Ziyue couldn't help but laugh. "Alright. Do it yourself."

She felt that Zixi was very delightful like that. She crouched at one side and watched him take off his clothes.

He pulled one side of his pants out and almost fell down. Ziyue reached out and caught him in time. He fell on Ziyue

and raised the other leg with his pants still on. He shook it hard before the pants came off.

She thought anything Zixi did now was fascinating.

…

Muchen ended the call. He got up and walked to the window.

LK Group's building was very tall, and his office was at a high level. He had a broad field of vision, and when he

looked out, it felt like he overlooked everything.

In the past, he liked the feeling of overlooking everything from a tall place.

But he liked it less these days.

In the past, he never thought that excessive wealth and extensive power would someday become a burden.

He lit a cigarette and puffed on it with all his might before removing it.

His lonely gaze fell on the lit cigarette. He thought to himself. If Ziyue were here, she would get angry at me again.

But if he didn't smoke, he would feel empty.

'Knock knock!'

There was knocking at the door. From the sound of it, it seemed urgent.

He immediately put aside his lonesome expression and extinguished the cigarette. His voice was steady and cold.

"Come in."

He had just walked to sit at his desk when the person knocking came in.

It was none other than Ke.

She wore formal clothes, and her hair was on her shoulders. Her makeup was exquisite, and she looked resolute.

When he saw that it was Ke, a trace of confusion was intertwined in Muchen's voice. "What is it?"

Chuan is clearly feeling unwell. Ke should be arranging for Chuan to rest and see the doctor. Why is she looking for

me in a hurry?

"Old Mr. Qin is rushing here. Boss, should you hide or…" Ke was cautiously paying attention to Muchen's expression

and waiting for him to speak.

"Why should I hide?" Muchen's expression darkened. He had a bone-chilling coldness to him.