Marry Me Quick

Chapter 583

Ziyue was about to stand up, but Muchen, who sat beside her, pulled her back silently.

With an outsider present, Ziyue couldn't say anything. She kept a smile on her face and said, "Hello."

Bessalyn clearly noticed the small gestures between them, and her expression stiffened slightly before it returned to normal.

After that, she smiled. "It seems like you have not mentioned me to your wife, Mr. Qin."

Muchen glanced at her and didn't say anything.

At this time, Yuchuan, who had been watching them, suddenly said, "If I remember correctly, Muchen has business dealings with your father."

A server brought a chair, and Bessalyn sat down.

She said, "Yes, Sir. My dad has worked with Mr. Qin for many years. They have a stable partnership."

She knew Muchen didn't intend to pay her any attention, so she didn't make a fool of herself. She didn't want to humiliate herself at the banquet, so she started chatting with Yuchuan.

She was tactful and didn't take up too much of Yuchuan's time. Yuchuan hosted the banquet, and he needed time to greet other guests. She didn't speak much to him, and she left shortly.

Ziyue saw everything. She couldn't help but admit that Bessalyn was an intelligent woman who knew when to come and go.

The difference between Bessalyn and Hanyan was that the former had a bigger heart and knew when to retreat. She also had a better family background than Hanyan.

As for Bessalyn and Hanyan's appearance, they were equally matched.

Ziyue realized she had grouped the women who liked her husband and compared them. She felt she might have been too bored, so she couldn't help but laugh.

Bessalyn left, and Yuchuan turned the conversation to them.

He looked at the two with concern. "Are you used to living out?"

"Mm," Muchen answered indifferently. He clearly didn't want to speak to Yuchuan much.

Yuchuan's expression changed, but he suppressed the anger in his heart.

Ziyue couldn't bear to leave things as such, so she said, "It's pretty good."

"I see. I thought you wouldn't be accustomed to living out. You can come back to Mogwin Castle if that's the case. I'm old, and I don't have anyone to talk to. Ah…"

Yuchuan shook his head.

Ziyue didn't know if she had the wrong idea, but she suspected Yuchuan was feigning pity.

She had previously seen Yuchuan's tricks. She couldn't help but think that Yuchuan might be scheming and up to something.

Ziyue thought about what to say when she heard Muchen say, "Alright."

She turned and looked at Muchen in surprise.

"We'll move back to Mogwin Castle in a few days," Muchen said as he gently squeezed Ziyue's hand.

Ziyue didn't know what purpose Yuchuan had and didn't understand what Muchen wanted to do. She stayed silent.

Other than meeting Bessalyn, nothing else interesting happened at the banquet.

The two went home after the banquet ended.

But on the way home, they met Bessalyn.

Bessalyn's car had broken down, and her driver was looking at the car's condition. She stood by the road and made a call. No one knew what the other party was saying, but she had a displeased expression.

But when she saw Ziyue and Muchen's car, her eyes lit up instantly. She walked over and stood in front of their vehicle.

Their driver had seen Bessalyn previously, and he knew her. He immediately stopped when he saw her in front of the car. He turned to look at Muchen, asking for instructions on what to do.

"Mr. Qin, it's Miss Bessalyn."

Muchen asked coldly, "Do you know her well?"

The driver coughed and didn't say anything.

Outside the car, Bessalyn seemed to have expected Muchen's reaction. She walked to Ziyue and tapped on her side of the window. She said anxiously, "Mrs. Qin…"

The car windows had excellent soundproofing, so Bessalyn's voice was soft.

Ziyue paused and lowered the car window with a doubtful expression. "Miss Bessalyn."

"Mrs. Qin, I'm sorry for disturbing you, but something happened to my car. I have an important appointment after this and don't want to be late. It would be too impolite. May I trouble you to give me a ride?"

Bessalyn's anxious and apologetic face seemed particularly sincere.

Ziyue's lips curved into a smile. "I'd be happy to."

"Thank you." Bessalyn smiled gratefully.

The driver heard their conversation and got out to open the door for her.

When the door opened, Muchen's cold voice was heard. "Sit in the front."

Ziyue was startled. Muchen wants Bessalyn to sit in front? It's the driver's seat.

In the upper-class society of Country J, there were clear distinctions between status and social ranking. How could they let Bessalyn sit up front?

"Don't listen to him. He's joking." Ziyue helped to smooth things over and made way. She indicated for Bessalyn to come in.