Marry Me Quick

Chapter 509

After a brief silence, Muchen asked her, "Why are you here?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and emotionless. He looked straight at her as if surprised by her sudden appearance.

Ziyue ignored him and asked, "Did you drink?"

Muchen could hear the worry veiled in her voice. He suddenly changed what he wanted to say. "Only a little. Not

much."

Ziyue sized him up carefully and noticed that everything else was normal other than his slightly flushed face. Only

then did she believe that he had only drunk a little.

Her heart relaxed slightly, and she couldn't help but retort angrily, "You can't have a single drop of alcohol! No

matter who persuades you or what situation you're in, you're not allowed to! I've told you before!"

"Mm."

Muchen answered her indifferently. His deep, pitch-black eyes looked fixedly at her, and his eyes shone. It made his

reply seem serious but also apathetic at the same time.

Ziyue had been scared and on edge on the way here because she recalled the last time his stomach illness had

flared up.

She had been awfully worried, but now he had played things down with his reply. The rage in her couldn't help but

rise.

Ziyue couldn't help but purse her lips. "I'm not going to care if this happens again,."

Muchen regretted it a little. Maybe he shouldn't have lied to her.

She had a big temper at times but a very soft heart. He only had to speak to her nicely, and her anger would

subside.

It was the first time he felt that he had overcomplicated something simple.

Not only did he sit and wait in the office for a few hours, but he also made Ziyue leave the house worried.

Thinking about this, Muchen slowly stood up and walked to Ziyue. He reached out his hand and held her shoulders.

"There won't be a next time. It's my fault. Let's go home."

Ziyue was slightly surprised at Muchen's sudden change of heart, but after hearing him admit his fault, the rage in

her heart disappeared into thin air.

"Alright." Ziyue snorted gently before pulling his hands down and holding them as she walked out.

She had come from the house in a rush and was in sports attire and flat shoes. Her hair was messy, and she didn't

have makeup on since it was nighttime and she had taken a shower. Without makeup, she looked a lot younger than

she actually was.

When she looked like that, it was hard for people to believe she was the mother of a two-year-old child.

Muchen's gaze lingered from the top of her head to her shoes before it stopped on the hand holding his as they

walked out.

She was a lot shorter than him, so she took small steps when she walked. As he followed from behind, he walked

extremely slowly to match her pace. He stared straight at her.

Sometimes, he thought it was amazing. He had seen her when she was very young. If he had to count, he had

known her for over ten years.

Back then, he was curious, and his mother had brought him along to look.

At that time, he didn't feel anything special about her. She was a very normal and ordinary girl.

He had matured young and was a man of few words since he was young. He wasn't that way because he was

missing a father's love or any other reason. He was just innately that way. Thankfully, his mother had a very good

temperament and still loved him even when he wasn't as adorable as other ordinary children.

She would always share things with him excitedly. His mother was much livelier than he was when he was young.

It wasn't completely accurate to say he felt nothing special about Ziyue then.

There was still something about her. Otherwise, he wouldn't consciously or unconsciously pay attention to her after

they were separated with miles between them.

For the first half of his life, he had been missing something. He had spent most of his time making himself powerful

to find the culprit that killed his mother.

Actually, he knew that Ziyue didn't know what happened to his mother. She had been so young. Of course, she

wouldn't know more than he did.

Maybe it was the pull of mysterious powers that made him take the initiative to look for her...

He didn't have to use those ways to approach her just to find out what had happened to his mother.

But he couldn't hold himself back that night, even if he always had a pure heart and few desires.

Or perhaps everything had been destined.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ziyue's voice pulled Muchen from his thoughts.

Muchen suddenly came to his senses.

Because he was still absorbed in what had happened in the past, his gaze was exceptionally gentle. His eyes were

as serene as a lake, and it was enough to make one drown in his affection.

Ziyue didn't know what he was thinking about, but she was caught off-guard by his gaze. Her face started to heat

up uncontrollably.

She pursed her lips and said, "Say something. Are you feeling unwell?"

He was walking awfully slowly. She struggled to pull him along and thought he was feeling unwell.

Seeing her panicked expression, Muchen couldn't help but lean over and cup her face before kissing her deeply.

The two of them were still in the corridor. The staff of Lumiere Jade House and other guests were coming and

going.

They attracted attention as they walked, but now Muchen was kissing her like this in such a spot.

Ziyue was more easily embarrassed than he was, so she stealthily exerted a bit of force and pushed him away.

Muchen moved his lips away a little, and his strong arms pinned her down tightly. His breathing was slightly heavy.

He turned his head to the side to kiss Ziyue's ear and whispered a threat in her ears. "You better behave and let me

kiss you to my heart's content. Otherwise, I'll carry you upstairs and get a room right now."

"You..." Ziyue said viciously, but Muchen swallowed her words.

Ziyue knew that Muchen meant what he said. Although she resisted being intimate in public, she didn't defy him,

and she could only grasp her hands tightly as Muchen hugged and kissed her as deeply as he wanted.

It was fine. Even if people privately spread the news, 'The president of LK Group and his wife making out in public'

was more acceptable than 'The president of LK Group and his wife couldn't wait to get a room.'

"Cough cough..."

Ziyue couldn't help but push Muchen away again when she heard a dry cough loaded with meaning.

Muchen couldn't help but kiss her in the heat of the moment. The moment passed, and he knew that Ziyue was

easily embarrassed, so he did not want to make things more difficult for her.

But he wouldn't be nice to the person who deliberately interrupted him when he had something good going for him.

He raised his head and pushed Ziyue, who was too embarrassed to look at others, behind him. He turned and

looked in the direction of the noise.

When he clearly saw the person standing a few steps away, Muchen couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Mr. Qin." There was a polite and impossible-to-fault smile on Yunan's face.