Marry Me Quick

Chapter 593

Chapter 593 She’s Too Stupid

Although Ziyue thought that way, it was true that her sole motive for coming today was to have Xiyi give Muchen a check-up. So, she nodded along to what Xiyi said. "Yeah, you've been so busy recently. We might as well do a body check since we're here already. It wouldn't take too much time."

Muchen stood expressionlessly. Ziyue and Xiyi exchanged a look; they were both uncertain. At last, Muchen decided to be polite and agreed to the check-up.

Ziyue heaved a silent sigh of relief.

It would take a while for the results to come out, and Muchen wasn't willing to wait. He walked straight out with Ziyue.

After leaving Xiyi's place, Muchen brought Ziyue to a restaurant.

"Didn't you have something to do? What are we doing here?" Ziyue asked. Even though she was hungry, she dared not interrupt Muchen's schedules.

Surely, Muchen did not invite someone to a restaurant so early in the morning.

All Ziyue got in response was Muchen walking in resolutely. She could only follow him.

Once inside, Muchen ordered a whole table of dishes without consulting her.

Country J did not have a vast breakfast option as they did back home. The food that filled the table was

all they had for breakfast.

Whatever. I'm not going to be anxious if he isn't worried. Let's just eat. It's more important to satiate my hunger.

Muchen did not eat much; most of the food went into Ziyue's mouth.

At one point, she looked up unintentionally and noticed Muchen looking at her with interest. She awkwardly swallowed the food in her mouth to say something but did not know what to say.

Muchen chose this time to push the plate in front of him closer to her. "Have more."

Ziyue choked and lowered her head to continue eating.

…

Muchen was invited to an exclusive clubhouse. It was the most luxurious one in the city, and it had both leisure and entertainment. It was members only, and only the rich and influential could enter.

Ziyue had come with Muchen once before, but it still fascinated her.

Lumiere Jade House was on par with exclusivity, but this place had a different atmosphere.

They entered a private room, and Ziyue realized that some government officials had invited Muchen. She was slightly familiar with one of them. She had met him during the Royal Ascot but couldn't remember his position or name. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Muchen calmly swept a glance at the group gathered in the room before saying, "I apologize for coming late."

Although they were apologetic words, his attitude did not show an ounce of being sorry.

He led Ziyue to sit down, and Ziyue smiled apologetically to the group before sitting.

The officials started conversing with Muchen and praising Ziyue. They were all middle-aged men dressed comfortably. The way they carried themselves with gentle smiles made others think they were approachable. However, Ziyue did not think that way. She had seen and learned a lot from being with Muchen.

They were drinking coffee and chit-chatting. They all held high positions, so their conversation was tactful and amusing. Ziyue would occasionally giggle while listening to their conversations. She and Muchen stayed for half a day. They left after finishing with afternoon tea.

"Did they invite you just for afternoon tea and chit-chat?" Ziyue asked the moment they stepped out. The curiosity was killing her.

Muchen looked at her with slanted eyes. She would have to be blind not to be able to see the slight disdain in his eyes. Ziyue was taken aback by it. "Why… are you looking at me like that?"

Muchen considered her empty-headed gaze and kindly explained, "They've already said what they wanted to. It's up to me to agree to collaborate with them or not."

"When… did they say they wanted to collaborate with you?" Ziyue thought about their conversation but

couldn't recall anything about a collaboration or the presidential election.

Muchen looked at her with mirth. He raised a finger and pointed to his head.

Ziyue could not recall any mentions of collaboration but understood what Muchen's action meant. He meant she couldn't hear it because she was too stupid.

"You…" Ziyue pursed her lips but swallowed the words dying to come out as she did not dare to scold him.

Muchen satisfactorily smirked as though he could tell her thoughts. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked toward the parking lot.

Ziyue jogged to keep up with him. She thought about his words as she stared at his broad back.

Someone that looked like a bodyguard stopped them before they could enter the parking lot. Ziyue hurried to Muchen in surprise. Muchen stared fixedly at him, but his hand grabbed Ziyue's and silently pulled her behind him. Ziyue was stunned by his movement. She felt a surge of warmth when she saw their tightly clasped hands. She gave him a gentle squeeze and could feel him stiffen. Ziyue covered her mouth and giggled behind his back. It was a very natural action she and Muchen did before that showed others they were in unison; therefore, she felt a little weird when she and Muchen did it now. "Who's behind this?" Muchen coldly asked the security guard.

Muchen's gaze scared the man, but he said something quietly and quickly as though he did not want Ziyue to hear.

If that was his motive, he succeeded because Ziyue did not hear anything as he spoke too fast.

Muchen pondered for a minute after hearing what the security guard had to say. He turned to Ziyue and said, "Get into the car."

Ziyue blinked twice but did not move.

"Go," Muchen muttered and let go of her hand.

Ziyue could only heed his words and turned to enter the parking lot. They were near the parking lot, and she could see the driver waiting for her. The driver opened the door for her when she got there. Before she entered the car, she turned back and saw Muchen walking away with the man. She was slightly taken aback.

Did he wait for me to get to the car before walking away?

Muchen did not turn back. His tall and broad silhouette seemed arrogant and hard to approach. It was cold yet aristocratic.

Ziyue watched him until she was staring at nothing.

"Mrs. Qin?" The driver called her.