Marry Me Quick

Chapter 536

It was a weekday, so only a few people were in the coffee shop.

Although they were both from the Mogwin family, their status differed because of their distinct identities.

"Mr. Jueyin. Miss Su."

A servant greeted them politely.

Ziyue walked ahead while looking forward steadily. Her expressionless face seemed awfully cold.

Those who were chatting couldn't help but lower their voices.

Ziyue and Jueyin stopped at a table. She nodded slightly at Jueyin. "Have a seat, Mr. Jueyin."

There was still a smile on Jueyin's face, but it wasn't amicable.

"I thought you would be busy, Mr. Jueyin. I didn't think you would be as free as me." Ziyue smiled lightly and hid the

ridicule in her voice well.

Jueyin didn't understand the deeper meaning of Ziyue's words. He lifted his chin slightly. "Muchen has always been

like this, focused on his career. He's either at the office or on the way to discuss a partnership. He doesn't have

much time for you, does he?"

Jueyin was dressed formally, just like the first time Ziyue saw him.

He had good looks. Even though he was a punk before Yuchuan found him, he had been influenced after returning

to the Mogwin family for many years and being in a critical, aristocratic environment.

If he were more honorable, he would be a gentleman that women loved.

A servant happened to serve them coffee at the time. Ziyue sipped the coffee and said indifferently, "You're very

concerned about my relationship with Muchen, Mr. Jueyin."

She kept calling him 'Mr. Jueyin,' which annoyed him.

"You can call me by name, like Muchen. We don't have to bother with the formalities," Jueyin said as he slowly

extended his hand to touch Ziyue's.

Disgust flickered across Ziyue's face. Just as she was about to pull her hand back, her cell phone rang.

She took out her cell phone at once and spoke to Jueyin, whose face fell slightly. "I'm sorry, I need to take this."

"Ziyue, you didn't reply to my message. Do you know that you and Mr. Qin made the headlines?" It was a call from

Xia.

Xia had seen the headlines of Ziyue and Muchen in the morning. She was curious and sent Ziyue a message but

hadn't received a reply. She was impatient, so she called Ziyue.

Ziyue had been worried about coming up with a reason to be done with Jueyin. This was a great opportunity.

"Really? I'll send you the information once I get back. I'll hang up now."

Ziyue ended the call with a solemn expression. She told Jueyin, who sat across from her, "I'm sorry, my friend

needs me to send her some urgent information. I have to go back now."

Her expression was just right, and the regret on her face looked believable.

But Jueyin wasn't dumb. Of course, he could tell that Ziyue was looking for an excuse, but he couldn't call her out

on something so obvious.

"Of course. Deal with your urgent matters," Jueyin said as he stood up. He stood to the side courteously and

gestured for Ziyue to leave first.

Ziyue didn't bother with formalities and walked out.

Jueyin followed her from behind. His long legs ambled, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. His gaze stayed on

Ziyue.

It made Ziyue very uncomfortable.

But he didn't do anything, so Ziyue could only purse her lips tightly and walk quickly.

When they were at the stairs, they met with a few servants who were carrying things.

At this time, Jueyin reached out to grab Ziyue's waist. As Jueyin reminded her to be careful, Ziyue felt his hand

caress her waist.

Ziyue's face darkened. She clenched her fists, but there was still a smile on her face.

She gently pushed Jueyin away. "Thank you, Mr. Jueyin."

Jueyin raised his brows. "I said you don't have to be so formal with me. You can call me by my name since I'm

around Muchen's age. You're making me sound old."

"That makes sense," Ziyue said as she walked down the stairs.

The servants stood respectfully at one side.

Ziyue walked next to Jueyin. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jueyin getting closer to her. His hand was about to

touch her again.

She couldn't help but feel that it was slightly peculiar.

Was it because of Jueyin's personality? Or was it because he was in Yuchuan's good graces? Was that why he had

the nerve to harass her in public without restraint?

Jueyin felt Ziyue staring at him, so he turned to look at her with a flirtatious expression. "You're ravishing."

"Really?" Ziyue smiled.

She was pretty and seemed even more charming when her smile was directed at one person.

Jueyin's hand finally rested on her waist and was about to start sliding down.

The smile on Ziyue's face froze. She extended her leg in front of Jueyin.

He was focused on her and didn't notice what Ziyue did. He didn't pay attention and tripped over Ziyue's foot. He

fell down the stairs.

The stairs were carpeted. Jueyin should be fine falling from this height.

'Thud.' Jueyin rolled to the corner in the middle of the stairs before he stopped.

Ziyue smiled silently.

Take advantage of me? Does he think I am as shameless and promiscuous as the women he fools around with

outside?

Ziyue's expression changed. She widened her misty eyes and cried out in alarm. "Ah!"

After that, she ran down the stairs with a panicked expression.

The servants at the side were also frightened. They only came to their senses when they saw Ziyue run to Jueyin.

They quickly rushed over as well.

"Are you alright?" Ziyue went to Jueyin and looked at him worriedly.

The fearful expression on her face didn't seem fake at all.

At the time, other people had noticed what was happening, and they walked over.

Ziyue saw that the time was right, so she reached out to slap a female servant. "Why are you just standing there?

You made Mr. Jueyin fall down the stairs. Hurry up and get a doctor!"

That's right. Ziyue decided to shift the blame to a servant.

The servant she slapped happened to be standing next to Jueyin. When she extended her leg to trip Jueyin, she

remembered the face of the servant beside him.

The servant was utterly dazed by Ziyue's slap. She immediately hung her head and shivered. She didn't have the

nerve to say anything.

Upon seeing the servant like that, Ziyue felt slightly guilty, but there was no better way for her to teach Jueyin a

lesson.