During breakfast, Mu Tongrui continued to mutter to herself, utterly confused about the whole situation.

Fu Lingye was never a morning person. “Don't talk while eating.”

Seeing that she missed the 'Fu Lingye' that called her pet names, he felt a strange sense of jealousy.

The worst kind of jealousy was the kind that you had no right to feel.

Being jealous of oneself would just be self-harm since there was no way of venting it or making it a competition.

Mu Tongrui was unhappy, but grudgingly obeyed.

Why is the two-faced person lecturing her now?

After breakfast, Mu Tongrui retreated back to her room to pack her things, but Fu Lingye stopped her. “What are you doing?”

“......”

Mu Tongrui chose to stay silent.

“Talk,” the man ordered, visibly getting impatient.

She bit her lip and spat, “Weren't you the one who told me to shut up?”

Since he forbade her from talking, then so be it!

Fu Lingye rarely got talked back at like this. He pulled her back and forced her into a chair. “Sit here. I'll pack.”

“......”

His tone wasn't friendly and his actions were rough, but Mu Tongrui felt much better all of a sudden.

Looking at that conceited man packing her things for her with a frown made her feel overwhelmed.

That's why he wouldn't admit to

feel embarrassed? From what she remembers, Fu Lingye was really good at

realize that Fu Lingye was a rather

fit with the arrogant

person that he was, Fu Lingye finished packing Mu Tongrui's things in no

City, neither did she buy anything bulky during her stay. A

anything

reminded Mu Tongrui of

from a drawer and packed it into her

“What's that?”

drawing from Sweetheart. I've been keeping it the whole

a drawing of their little family, with Sweetheart holding on to both Mu

dark clouds beneath Fu Lingye's eyes seemed to clear just a

doorbell rang at that moment. “I'll get it,” Mu Tongrui said. “It must

so Mu Tongrui had ordered a couple

neck, coming to rest on her jugular vein. Mu Tongrui

before her, overcome by

President Miao......?

“Where's Fu Lingye?!”

into her skin just a little bit, and a warm liquid began to

didn't dare to move. “W-what do

Come

door in a flash, only to witness Miao Qixiang holding Mu Tongrui at knifepoint, a trail of

Lingye's pupils contracted

Don't involve her in

Simin to fire me? I bet you were

Lingye's brow furrowed. “What do

my life, so I'm dragging

can bring me

it even deeper into the skin on Mu Tongrui's neck. Her eyelashes twitched violently and her lips turned a concerning shade of pale. The blood on her

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