Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today-Chapter 72 - Tender Feelings_1
Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Tender Feelings_1
Chapter 72 -72 Tender Feelings_1
Wen Lingya’s downcast eyes were full of disbelief, followed by envy, and then jealousy.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the person Mu Yingchen was protecting in his embrace must be Su Wanxia.
Only she could bring Mu Yingchen here so late, but hadn’t everyone said that Mu had brought back another woman and abandoned her?
Why were the two of them together again, and why were they here so late, doing things that drove her mad with envy?
Mu Yingchen looked at the person with her head bowed not far away, frowning slightly and asking indifferently, “What are you doing here at the company so late?”
Wen Lingya looked up at the man before her, who seemed godlike, “I forgot my keys in the office, so I came back to get them. I wasn’t intending to…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Remembering the scene she had just witnessed, and how he was now holding the person in his arms so protectively, her heart tightened with pain.
Mu Yingchen nodded expressionlessly and said faintly, “Go ahead.”
Wen Lingya hummed in response, her heart in knots as she slowly walked towards the office.
After hearing the footsteps fade away, Su Wanxia raised her head, glared at Mu Yingchen, and then pushed him away, fleeing towards the door.
Mu Yingchen curved his lips slightly, his obsidian-like eyes growing even deeper and more enchanting as he elegantly followed her out the door.
Wen Lingya heard their departing footsteps outside and clenched the keys in her palm tightly.
Once Su Wanxia ran out of the office, she headed straight for the elevator and went down to the parking lot, not caring about Mu Yingchen behind her.
Because Wanxia arrived at the parking lot a bit earlier than Yingchen, by the time he got down there, she had already started her car and driven off.
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He chuckled and shook his head, then found his own parking space, starting his car and leisurely trailing behind her.
Wanxia glanced at the pursuing car through the rearview mirror, pursed her lips, and then snorted, picking up speed.
As she accelerated, Yingchen did too; as she slowed down, he matched her pace. Thus they chased each other, speeding up and slowing down along the road.
At the crossroads in the East District, Wanxia made a direct right turn, and Yingchen followed her without hesitation.
She furrowed her brows—she was at her home now, so why was he still following her?
Parking her car at her home’s doorstep, she got out, and just then, Yingchen also stepped out of his vehicle.
“Why are you following me? Your home isn’t around here,” Wanxia said, leaning against her car with her arms folded, watching Yingchen approach.
Yingchen raised an eyebrow. “My home isn’t here, but the person I’m thinking about is.”
Wanxia glared at him angrily. “When did you learn to sweet-talk?”
Yingchen coolly cocked his head, pretending to ponder, “Hmm, I guess when I wanted to learn, I just knew how to.”
“And when was that?”
“That, I can’t tell you.”
Wanxia’s heart skipped a beat as she raised her hand, pointing at him. “Have you said these words to someone else?” She had been away for six years—who knew if he had said them to another woman?
Yingchen shook his head helplessly and grabbed her hand to pull her into his embrace. “What are you always wildly imagining?”
Wanxia was the sort who had to get to the bottom of things she was curious about. “Have you or haven’t you?”
“No,” Yingchen exclaimed without hesitation, his slender fingers gently stroking her hair. “Apart from you, there has been, and there will be, no one else.”
At these words, Wanxia’s heart instantly sweetened as if coated with honey. She put on a doubtful face and looked up at Yingchen, “Really?”
“Really,” Mu Yingchen looked somewhat innocent. He was practically tormented to death by her nagging every day, how could he have time to care about other women? Besides, those other women were like air to him.
Su Wanxia looked at Mu Yingchen’s entangled yet innocent expression and instantly burst into laughter, “Fool!”
Only then did Mu Yingchen realize he had been teased by her. He sighed and spoiled her with his words, “Do you like it, then?”
Su Wanxia’s eyes spun as she pretended to consider the matter seriously.
Mu Yingchen became displeased, “Do you even need to think about this question?”
Su Wanxia nodded earnestly, “I really need to think this over.”
“Su Wanxia!” Mu Yingchen was furious, nearly grinding his teeth in anger.
Su Wanxia chuckled and lifted her hands to cradle his stunningly exquisite and cold face, speaking leisurely, “Like, really like, extremely like…”
Before the last “like” finished echoing, her lips were sealed by Mu Yingchen. She looked at him in shock, then, in a mix of hurry and annoyance, she pushed against Mu Yingchen. It took a while before she managed to push him away.
“Mu Yingchen! We’re at my parents’ doorstep. What if my mom and dad see us?” She checked around with a blushing face.
“It’s fine; let them see,” Mu Yingchen said with an unmoved face.
“Do you really think this is okay?” Su Wanxia gritted her teeth. This man’s thick skin was getting intolerable.
“I think it’s quite alright,” said Mu Yingchen with composure.
Her mouth twitched; she hadn’t realized before how self-absorbed he was.
“Then you just keep feeling good about yourself; I’m going back to sleep,” she said. If she continued talking to him, he might just float up to the sky.
Mu Yingchen was in a good mood and coolly nodded, “Then I’ll be leaving too.”
“Yeah, you go,” said Su Wanxia loudly as she got into her car and started the engine.
Mu Yingchen watched the disappearing taillights before turning to drive away.
The next morning, the soft, dazzling sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, filling the room with a residual glow. The person in bed was still sleeping soundly when suddenly a ringtone burst forth, startling her from her dreams.
Su Wanxia frowned, pulling up the covers over her head. What the heck, it’s Sunday, who would be so bored as to call early in the morning?
The phone rang incessantly, and with a cry of exasperation in her heart, Su Wanxia flung the covers off her head, grabbed the phone, and squinted her sore eyes to see the name on the screen. She narrowed her eyes; if Ji Hua didn’t have anything important, she’d definitely go to Yining’s to set him straight.
“What’s up?”
“Wanxia, are you still asleep?” Ji Hua’s voice sounded somewhat anxious.
“What’s going on?” she frowned.
“Your love rival has shown up at your brother’s place, and you’re still in the mood to sleep!”
“What!” Su Wanxia jolted awake, her mind suddenly clear.
“That white lotus flower has moved into your brother’s house,” Ji Hua said alarmingly over the phone, leaving Su Wanxia dizzy with confusion.
“Which white lotus flower? Who’s the white lotus flower? Clarify,” Su Wanxia was unsettled. Where did this white lotus flower come from, and what the hell was Mu Yingchen playing at!
“It’s that woman your brother brought back. She’s moved into his house, and Auntie Mu seems to like her,” Ji Hua whispered conspiratorially on the phone.
Upon hearing this, a string inside Su Wanxia’s heart snapped—
