Marry Me Quick

Chapter 557

The next moment, Shichu turned his gaze at Ziyue.

Meanwhile, the car door was opened before Ziyue had the chance to react.

Ziyue averted her gaze and saw Muchen getting into the car.

"You..."

Ziyue wanted to call out to him, but Muchen had already started the car before she could say anything.

He didn't even fasten his seat belt, nor did he spare a glance at her. The air in the car became tense and hostile.

Ziyue could clearly tell that something wasn't right with Muchen. In fact, he was furious.

The way he drove in greased lightning was self-explanatory.

Ziyue didn't say anything. Partly because of the car's breakneck speed, she was preoccupied with speaking.

Soon, the car arrived in front of a villa.

Ziyue was in the back seat, feeling dizzy and slumped against the backrest.

Muchen got off the car with a frigid expression. He went around to the back, opened the rear door, and yanked the

dazed Ziyue out of the car.

He manhandled Ziyue by forcefully pulling her into the villa.

Ziyue's poor stamina made it difficult for her to keep up with Muchen's pace.

Usually, he would accommodate and slow down for her.

But now, he was fuming in rage and paid no heed to trivial details like this.

Ziyue was being dragged along by him. She knew struggling was useless, so she painstakingly matched his pace

and gasped, "What's wrong with you?"

Muchen ignored her with a black look.

Ziyue asked resignedly, "What's wrong with you, Muchen?"

Her quizzing might be the last straw to trigger Muchen's anger. He lifted Ziyue onto his shoulder, picked up his pace,

and went upstairs. Once they got into the room, he tossed her onto the bed.

Fortunately, the bed was soft, and Ziyue wasn't hurt. But his outrageous behavior piqued her.

She propped herself up and yelled at him, "What the he*l is wrong with you?!"

Muchen stood stolidly before the bed, staring at Ziyue with steady and contemplative eyes.

His penetrating gaze startled her. Ziyue couldn't help but shiver when she saw his gaze.

Muchen didn't speak or move, and Ziyue was too scared to make any move.

After a while, Muchen's gloomy aura gradually assuaged.

He paced his breathing, seemingly trying to calm himself down. Meanwhile, he pulled his tie and stared at Ziyue,

asking, "Why did you meet him?"

It wasn't a question.

He was not asking her but rather blaming her. As if meeting Shichu was a deadly mistake, and any defensive or

explaining attempts from her were uncalled for.

"He is my friend. Why can't I meet him?" She reciprocated with a scowl at him.

She admitted that it was her negligence for not informing Muchen before meeting Shichu. But would he have let

her go if she told him that she wanted to see Shichu?

The answer was clear – he wouldn't.

So, did that mean she would yield to Muchen's disapproval of seeing Shichu?

No. Not a chance. She wouldn't bow to his absurd demand.

No matter what conflict there may be between Muchen and Shichu. Shichu would always be a friend she treasured.

"Oh, friend?" Muchen smirked, his eyes tinged with mockery. "What kind of friend would travel thousands of miles

on a ten-hour flight just to see you?"

"He just happened to pass by!"

Ziyue hated Muchen's overbearing response. He looked mean and repulsive.

Muchen sneered, "Oh, really? What a coincidence?"

Ziyue initially thought she was somewhat responsible for this wrangling. But, after seeing Muchen's reaction, she

lost her patience to continue to reason with him.

She turned cold in an instant. She sneered and asked, "Are you suspecting me? I know you always regard us

unseemly. That's why you don't want me to see him. Am I not worthy of your trust?"

All she did was just meet Shichu. But Muchen blew a fuse, ignored her feelings, sped the car across town, and

confronted her as if she had committed adultery against him.

Communication was fundamental in all relationships. Yet, Muchen didn't even bother to give her a chance to explain

but jumped at her straight away.

Moreover, she did not think she had done anything wrong.

Muchen's voice was so cold and frightening, "Duh! Do you really think he sees you as a sister?"

There was a storm brewing in his eyes. The complex emotion in his eyes was both terrifying and implicit.

For a moment, Ziyue wanted to eat the humble pie. But she quickly staved off her timidity.

She loved Muchen, but she feared his wrath too.

"You just don't trust me," Ziyue said lowly.

Muchen kept quiet.

There was hesitation in his eyes.

The next moment, as if he had recalled something. Disdain flickered in his eyes as he uttered, "Let's not talk about

whether Shichu has any other intentions toward you. But do you think he's harmless as he appears to be? He's with

Gricy and is the leader of the K7 team. The K1LU73 virus was his work."

Ziyue was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Ziyue could understand each of the words he said, but the notion he imparted was beyond her capacity.

With a frigid look, Muchen said, "That's the fact. He made Li Yannan feed me the K1LU73 virus."

Almost immediately, Ziyue shook her head in denial, "This can't be true."

After all, nobody knew Shichu better than she did.

"K1LU73. 'LU' is Shichu's last name. His birthday is July 3rd. You should know that. And..."

"Please! Please stop!" Ziyue was afraid he would say something that would break her spirit. She called out and

stopped him at once.

Muchen crinkled his eyes to a slit and impelled her, "I ask you. Do you choose him or me? You only have one

choice."

"What do you mean? How am I supposed to choose between the both of you? There must be some

misunderstanding in this..." Ziyue murmured in a daze. Her voice was almost inaudible.

Muchen had calmed down. Then, he said again, "You have twenty-four hours to think about it."

He had never expected that he would blow the gaff on Shichu to Ziyue in such a fashion.