Xin Yu stared intently at Mu Yichuan. His eyes were dark and bright, with an unusual clarity within them.
Like a deep, vast ocean, they possessed a boundless breadth, seemingly possessing a magical power to draw one in.
"What do you mean by not saying anything?" She pouted, tilting her head, and asked with dissatisfaction, "Shouldn't two people talk about everything when they're together?"
But he wouldn't tell her anything.
And he kept calling her "wife"!
"Let's go."
"…" Xin Yu glared at him angrily, turned, and walked out. The Qi family's banquet was still ongoing. She could see Qi's young lady in the center of the banquet, clinking glasses with others.
She quickly left the Kun Hotel. As soon as she got into Mu Yichuan's car, she fell into his arms.
"Hmph!" Xin Yu struggled, "Don't talk, don't hug me!"
Mu Feng, who was driving, subconsciously glanced at her in the rearview mirror. His Ninth Master was truly a different person! His temper was incredibly good.
"Drive carefully!" Mu Yichuan gave Mu Feng a cold glance, startling the latter into shrinking back and quickly regaining his composure, considerately raising the partition.
Xin Yu glanced at Mu Yichuan sheepishly. She had been so angry that she hadn't considered the occasion when she said those words; surely it wasn't a challenge to his masculine dignity?
"What does Ayu want to hear?" Mu Yichuan hugged Xin Yu tightly from behind, his cool lips close to her ear, his breath sweet and fragrant.
Xin Yu shifted, unable to bear his breath any longer; goosebumps rose all over her body.
"I want to hear so much!" She had so many questions waiting for him to answer. "Will you tell me one by one?"
"Okay." Mu Yichuan murmured, his deep, magnetic voice making one dizzy.
Xin Yu blankly thought of a sentence she had read before: if a voice could make someone pregnant, their son would be old enough to run errands by now. "First—"
"First," Mu Yichuan interrupted, "Ayu is beautiful—her eyes, face, neck, hands, every part of her is beautiful. Second, Ayu has a lovely voice. Third, Ayu is very intelligent. Fourth, Ayu is very kind. Fifth, Ayu is a good painter. Sixth, Ayu has a good business sense. Seventh, Ayu is hardworking and ambitious. Eighth, Ayu is warm and friendly. Ninth, Ayu has great stamina. Tenth, and most importantly, Ayu is very suitable to be Mu Yichuan's wife."
...!
Xin Yu's entire face scrunched up. What was he saying?!
How embarrassing! "One thing's missing: Ayu gets shy very easily." Mu Yichuan practically bit her ear. "Inside and outside, in the room, in the car, her face turns red."
He ran his long fingers across her soft cheek, followed by a passionate kiss, then murmured, "Actually, it's enough if she blushes when she's with me."
"Mu Yichuan, you're the one who's gone too far!" Xin Yu pushed him away, her face flushed, her heart pounding. This scoundrel!
He chuckled, a gentle smile playing in his dark eyes. The little girl's expression was truly delightful.
Xin Yu moved to the side, watching him warily, afraid he might impulsively "do" it.
"Want to take you for a walk?" Mu Yichuan wrapped his long arm around her, trapping her and rendering her immobile.
She had thought she'd be safe once she retreated to a corner.
Unable to break free, she could only yield to his strength. She turned her head to look at Mu Yichuan's carefree and aristocratic profile, and couldn't help but gently touch it with her small hand. "Ah."
He lowered his head and bit her finger, his eyes narrowing.
She pouted, trying to regain her composure. Why had she touched him? Had she really lost her mind?
"In S country, where do you work?"
"Still not at ease?" Mu Yichuan's lips curled into a clear smile. "Haven't you already met the Qi family's daughter? Do you really think my taste is terrible?"
Xin Yu rubbed her forehead. She had definitely sent that message by accident; she hadn't even seen the Qi family's daughter's face then.
"Mu Yichuan," she sat up straight, her expression serious, "tell me, is there a problem with the design of the Mu Group's stadium?"
Why wouldn't he tell her? "You think I can't share your joys and sorrows?"
Mu Yichuan's eyes darkened, his large hand covering Xin Yu's head, his voice turning colder. "Who told you all this?"
"I heard it!" she retorted, grabbing his hand and demanding, "Why can't I know?"
"You're here to have fun."
"..." Xin Yu blinked her dark eyes at Mu Yichuan. Just for this reason?
His icy white fingertips stroked her fair cheek, then gently encircled her. "Since you're here, have fun."
"I'm not here to have fun!" Xin Yu declared loudly. "I came here specifically to see you."
Fun, investigation—those were secondary.
"Ayu?" Mu Yichuan was slightly surprised. She came specifically to see him?!
"Old Mu mentioned today that I could intern at the Mu Group. I want to go now, is that alright?" She pleaded, wanting to stay with him and solve problems together. Mu Yichuan's lips curled slightly, a soft "Okay" escaping his lips. They exchanged a knowing smile.
However, upon arriving at their destination, Xin Yu frowned. "Where is this? I meant to go to your office, or to the gymnasium!"
Why were they brought up the mountain?
She had already made it clear she didn't want a picnic!
"Look over there." Mu Yichuan put an arm around Xin Yu's shoulder and pointed southwest.
Sure enough, there was a large open space at the foot of the mountain in the distance, half-excavated, now stopped.
"Haven't they found out who stole the design plans?" Xin Yu pursed her lips, her intuition suggesting someone had done it deliberately. "A competitor from Country S?"
"No." Mu Yichuan's voice turned cold; he didn't want to tell Xin Yu it was family.
Who would want to enter a house like that? "So, what's the progress of the new design?"
"Heh." Mu Yichuan looked at the somewhat anxious Xin Yu, pinched her cheek—it felt so smooth and sweet, making him feel a surge of pleasure. "I married a workaholic wife?"
"Ugh!" Xin Yu stamped her foot impatiently. "Don't be so nonchalant, okay?"
Although the Mu family was wealthy and powerful, they were now in dire straits!
"Then what do I want?" Mu Yichuan raised an eyebrow. "Leave my A Yu behind to go draw? Or supervise the construction?"
"I can go with you." Xin Yu said firmly. She could help him, definitely!
Even if it was just drawing the edges, at the very least she could help with printing and photocopying, doing odd jobs.
"Okay," he agreed, "Tomorrow."
"..." Xin Yu was speechless with frustration. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, what a tomorrow—"
He leaned down and kissed her cherry lips, his kiss lingering and passionately tracing her lips, again and again, tirelessly. "Ayu," he kissed, reaching out to touch her earlobe, "you look absolutely gorgeous with that earring."
He pressed his advantage, his large hand roaming, wanting nothing more than to pull Xinyu into his arms.
Xinyu initially resisted, but gradually, her senses clouded by the kisses, and she changed her mind. She wanted to help Mu Yichuan anyway; if their intimacy brought him pleasure, why not?
She reached out and tightly wrapped her arms around his strong waist, offering her deepest trust and warmth, responding with the most intense passion.
Xinyu's actions surprised Mu Yichuan. He slightly lifted one eyelid, watching the girl so engrossed in the moment, and he indulged himself even more.
This seemed to be the first time Xinyu had been so proactive.
The time in Nanshi didn't count; she had been drugged then and her consciousness was clouded.
"Mmm…put me down, where to?" Xin Yu murmured, nestled against Mu Yichuan's neck, her body limp and powerless. "Back to the hotel?"
"No, it's too late." He carried her into a nearby tent.
"You…planned this all along?" Xin Yu looked at the elegant tent standing quietly on the grass and couldn't help but pat Mu Yichuan's shoulder. "You're so annoying."
"It's not planned now." He chuckled, pressing her down beneath him. "You made me move forward."
In the spacious tent, their intertwined breaths and panting soon filled the air, expressing their love and possessiveness.
"Ayu, you have great potential…"
"You bastard!"
After wave of intense pleasure, Xin Yu collapsed wearily onto Mu Yichuan's chest, a smile still playing on his lips.
The moonlight was bright, and the stars filled the sky.
Xin Yu turned over, looking up at the deep sky through the tent's skylight. "Mu Yichuan," she murmured, "Give me a chance to stand beside you, okay?"
"You're already lying beside me." He turned to the side, supporting himself with one hand on Xin Yu's side. "And you've entered my body."
Xin Yu gritted her teeth, her bright eyes filled with accusation. "I'm being serious!"
"What didn't I say?"
"Mu Yichuan…" she blinked her dark eyes, her voice aggrieved, her cherry lips trembling slightly, "Please."
Mu Yichuan let out a low growl from deep in his throat. He was completely unable to resist Xin Yu like this; just hearing her soft, sweet voice was enough to arouse him.
"Is it okay?" Xin Yu snuggled closer to him. "As an employee, I'm absolutely useful."
"As a wife—"
"You!" Xin Yu propped herself up, biting Mu Yichuan's lip to stop him from saying what he was about to say.
The result was predictable; she had fallen for his trap again.
"Hmph!" Xin Yu turned away. "Think it over. If you don't agree, even if you beg me after I graduate, I won't join the Mu Group!"
"I agree."
"Really?" Xin Yu turned back, her clear eyes sparkling. Was he going to give in to force? Did he need to be threatened to work?
He nodded, remaining silent, focused solely on the girl beside him.
"You have to keep your word! No going back on your word! I'm reporting to your office tomorrow!" Xin Yu instructed, knowing Mu Yichuan's temper all too well. "Why...why are you always staring at me?"
"To lessen the shadow in my heart." He said frankly.
Xin Yu was initially confused, then realized he was referring to Qi Qianjin. "Then why did you let her stay in your room all night?"
"Because of a little cat."
"You mean me?" Xin Yu sat up halfway, pointing to herself.
"From now on, you're not allowed to have any contact with Liu Shuihan." He said, his tone utterly cold and commanding.
This annoyed Xin Yu a little. "I have nothing with Brother Shui Han! He's my good friend Henhen's brother!"
"From now on, call me Brother Yichuan."
"..." Sometimes you really can't let your mind wander. She had just silently warned herself about his temper, and now it was flaring up. "I think you should be the stingy Uncle Yichuan!"