In the blink of an eye, the sky turned a pale white, and the first rays of morning sunlight shone on the tent.
Xin Yu opened her sleepy eyes, and the first thing she saw was Mu Yichuan's sleeping face, peaceful and serene.
Ugh.
Her first reaction was that she had actually used those two words to describe the man lying next to her.
She remembered his slightly cold and teasing expression when she had spoken about him last night, and how her description had shown that he—was a complete stingy person!
"My niece is so sweet."
"How does your uncle feel, niece?"
Xin Yu blinked, quickly turning over. Why did she have to remember what he had said? Pouting, she lifted a corner of the tent flap to look outside, and at the same time, noticed a sketchbook in the corner of the tent.
She scooted forward, picked it up with a puzzled look, and found it blank.
Xin Yu tilted her head and glanced at Mu Yichuan, who was still sleeping soundly. Could it be something he prepared for her?
It seemed he was quite thoughtful.
Outside, glistening dewdrops rolled on the vast expanse of emerald grass. The distant mountains were hazy yet refreshing in the morning air. With just this glimpse, Xin Yu understood why Mu Yichuan had chosen this location for the stadium.
Beautiful landscape, intelligent human creation.
Picking up a paintbrush, Xin Yu sketched simply on her sketchbook, so focused that she didn't even notice the bright, sparkling eyes beside her.
Mu Yichuan propped his head up with one hand, watching Xin Yu like a hawk. Did this little girl have to tempt him like this so early in the morning?!
But he didn't disturb her. From his angle, the distant scenery was merely a backdrop to her—a woman focused on her work.
Beautiful.
Only after seeing Xin Yu finish her drawing did Mu Yichuan lean closer, clearly feeling her smooth, silky skin jolt, raising goosebumps. "Shy again?"
"No!" Xin Yu didn't turn around, stubbornly replying, "I was just scared by you."
Mu Yichuan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his warm breath brushing against her neck. He looked down at the sketchbook in her hand; the clean strokes depicted the freshness of a late summer morning.
He held her hand, gently moving the pen tip in the lower right corner, and soon sketched their current posture.
Xin Yu turned to look at him in surprise. She hadn't expected such a large man to have such delicate brushstrokes. If this drawing were shown to others, no one would think it was drawn by two people.
"It's very well drawn," she sincerely praised, holding the drawing a little further away to admire it.
"If I were to draw you beneath me, I could draw it even better."
Xin Yu stared with wide eyes, "Mu Yichuan, are you... again this morning?"
"Again what?" He chuckled, pulling her down beneath him, "Driven by lust?" "..." Xin Yu blinked hard, trying to process his words, then blushed and quickly pushed him away.
Bastard! Rogue!
But all the resistance and struggle only made them lose themselves more deeply in their entanglement.
"Uh..." He sighed contentedly, looking smugly at the fair-skinned girl in his arms, "How did you feel this morning?"
She buried her head in his neck, too lazy to pay him any attention. This shameless man!
"Tired? Looks like you can't go to work?" Mu Yichuan caressed her black hair. "Shall I take you back to the hotel?"
"I'm perfectly fine!" Xin Yu poked her head out and announced loudly, eager to get up and get down to business!
"How about one more time?" he asked ambiguously, his magnetic voice filled with expectation.
"Mu Yichuan, you're sick!" "Xin Yu growled, hurriedly grabbing her clothes and putting them on. She didn't want to do it again; another day would be a complete waste.
Stepping out of the tent, Xin Yu stumbled, almost falling. The soreness in her legs made her tremble.
She clenched her fists. Mu Yichuan, that bastard! How could he have so much stamina?!
She was furious!
She absolutely couldn't let him be so unrestrained and unbridled in the future!
"What?" Xin Yu punched his shoulder. "I can walk myself."
"No, you're tired," he said domineeringly, as if he could sense her body better than she could.
"It's okay, I can manage," Xin Yu lowered her voice, knowing Mu Feng was standing nearby. "I'll be fine after a good rest at noon and in the evening."
Mu Yichuan's cold, dark eyes flickered. "In the evening? I've already planned everything for tonight."
"Is it another banquet?" Xin Yu pouted; she didn't want to go.
"Hmm?" Mu Yichuan lightly kissed her cheek. "No, how about trying the helicopter tonight?"
"A helicopter?" Xin Yu exclaimed in surprise. "Going back to Qing?"
So the stadium thing is off again?
"Let's try doing it in a helicopter." Mu Yichuan chuckled. It seemed he still had a lot to do on the path of training this little girl.
Xin Yu remained silent, her face flushed, secretly resolving to find an excuse to work overtime tonight!
She wouldn't follow in Mu Yichuan's footsteps!
Upon arriving at the headquarters of the Mu Group in S Country, Xin Yu first called Cheng Yuan. "Yuanzi, what's wrong? Your voice sounds off?"
"N-nothing!" Cheng Yuan stammered, but she was determined not to mention her relationship with Nan Juechen to anyone, not even her best friend.
"Really? Yuanzi, you have something to tell me," Xin Yu cautioned. "You...you're not angry with me, are you?" "No! How could that be!" Cheng Yuan raised her hand to swear. "Ayu is doing something serious. By the way, if you need anything from me, I can come and help."
"No need." Xin Yu hesitated for a moment. "Yuanzi and Henhen can go shopping and look at the ethnic products we envisioned last time."
After giving some more instructions, Xin Yu hung up the phone, only to hear Mu Yichuan's voice, "President Xin? Are you done?"
"Tch!" She glared at him with her dark eyes, then narrowed them and said politely, "President Mu, is there anything I can help you with?"
Mu Yichuan glanced at Xin Yu's fox-like change of expression and said calmly, "Go to the design department and get three sets of documents."
"Okay, who should I get them from? The documents about the stadium design?"
He sat in his chair, his hawk-like eyes shooting over her. "Yes, find Liu Shuihan." Xin Yu was taken aback, not quite understanding his intention. Hadn't he warned her yesterday?
They'd even had a bit of a tug-of-war over it, so why the change today?
"Then...should I go?" Xin Yu pointed behind her, observing Mu Yichuan as she asked. Seeing his casual composure, she pouted and walked out.
As soon as she left, Mu Yichuan called Mu Feng. "Notify Liu Shuihan that Mrs. Mu is coming to get the documents."
He emphasized the words "Mrs. Mu."
Mu Feng instantly received the order, a slight chuckle to himself. His Ninth Master really was...quick to get things done. He recalled Liu Shuihan's stunned expression.
Trying to compete with his boss was too difficult.
Xin Yu had no idea what happened after she left. She went to the design department as usual and immediately saw Liu Shuihan handing over work instructions.
She greeted him politely, "President Liu, I've come to get the documents."
His hand visibly trembled, clearly visible to everyone around him. Xin Yu didn't dare look up.
"Come with me." "His clear voice spoke, and upon entering the office, he couldn't hide the gloom on his face, asking with a hint of resentment, "Ayu, will you call me that from now on?"
"I..." Xin Yu looked up, sighed slightly, and explained softly, "This is an office."
"Is that so? Just because this is an office?" Liu Shuihan took a step closer to Xin Yu, "Not for any other reason?"
Like, she became Mrs. Mu?
She lowered her head, blinked twice, then looked up, "Brother Shuihan, give me the documents."
She still had to hand in her work. She hadn't planned to stay in S country for too long, but within her capabilities, she wanted to help Mu Yichuan as much as possible.
Seeing her change in address, Liu Shuihan became even more annoyed. Thinking of the phone call Mu Feng had just made, which clearly conveyed a warning, he gripped Xin Yu's shoulders with both hands.
"What are you doing?" Xin Yu was startled.
"Ayu, do you really like Mu Yichuan? Did you really choose him? Why?" "What do I lack compared to him?" he bombarded her with questions.
Xin Yu froze, unsure how to answer. "I..."
"I've already told you, A Yu, if you just can't remember the past, then I won't bring it up anymore. Let's start over, okay?" he pleaded, completely losing himself. "A Yu, I really miss you so much, I love you so much. I finally found you, why..."
He lost you before he even had you!
"No, don't do this," Xin Yu struggled, her dark eyes glistening with tears, causing Liu Shuihan's rationality to crumble. He leaned down and kissed her.
Her heart pounded, her liver and gall trembled, and she forcefully pulled away.
"Brother Shuihan, don't do this!" Xin Yu tried to keep her voice cold. "Have you ever thought about what it means that I've forgotten so completely?"
She tilted her head, unable to bear seeing his pained expression. "It means this relationship wasn't that important or unforgettable to me. It means the promises of our youth were nothing but a mirage, vanishing in the blink of an eye—"
"No! It's not like that!" "Liu Shuihan hugged Xin Yu tightly, 'Ayu, it's not like that. You didn't say that before. You said if one day you forgot me, it would only be because you loved me too much and left your heart by the lake. You told me you would wait for me to come back!'"
Xin Yu forgot to struggle, her heart churning with pain. She actually said that? She actually made that request?
"No, no way!" she realized, pushing Liu Shuihan away. "You must be mistaken!"
"Ayu?!"
"You, you give me the documents quickly, I need to see Mu Yichuan!"
"Ah—"
Knock knock knock, a series of urgent knocks came at the door.
Xin Yu instinctively rushed to open the door. It was Mu Yichuan?!
"Why haven't you gone home yet?"
"I..." She lowered her head slightly, "I'm sorry."
She really hadn't expected it to take so long to get the documents.
"It seems Mr. Liu and my wife have a lot to talk about!" Mu Yichuan pulled Xin Yu into his arms, looking at Liu Shuihan with a hint of mockery. He'd already told him about Mrs. Mu, yet she was still so persistent?
"No!" Xin Yu blurted out, "Mr. Liu and I were just—"
She paused, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes as she looked at Mu Yichuan.