Marry Me Quick

Chapter 639 Will I Live?

Ziyue entered the elevator and leaned against one of the walls. She massaged her temple to calm herself. She recalled the words Enxue said and doubted if Enxue and Shichu were dating. However, she also knew it had nothing to do with her. She would bless them if they were in a genuine relationship. She wished Shichu the best despite the circumstances. She did not want to see Muchen confronting Shichu again.

Ziyue was more concerned about the other thing Enxue said. Enxue had mentioned that she had alerted her when Muchen took Shichu away, but Ziyue did not. Although she wanted Muchen to release Shichu, she did not tell Enxue anything. Telling Enxue would be the same as informing Enyang. She would be betraying Muchen if she did, so she wouldn't do something like that.

When Ziyue thought about Muchen's mutterings to himself and what Enxue had said, she deduced that someone must have reported to Enxue under her name. It was probably also why Enyang suddenly appeared that day.

Muchen had grown suspicious since he saw her in a hotel after she was saved by Shichu from Hanyan when Muchen was in the hospital. He wouldn't listen to her explanations and had doubts about her. His condition worsened, and he went to abduct Shichu…

After that, his suspicions grew when someone used her name to report to Enxue, allowing Enyang to find Shichu.

Ziyue convinced herself it was because Muchen was sick and only believed in himself. She accepted that he wouldn't trust her because of his uncertainties. Moreover, he suspected she and Shichu were purely platonic. It caused him to lose trust in her.

It meant someone was behind all this. The person wanted distrust to fester between her and Muchen to the point of rotting.

What is this person's motive? Is it to break us apart…?

Ziyue suddenly remembered Hanyan saying something along the lines of her living well. Her tone was sarcastic, as though Ziyue shouldn't be happy.

Could it be Hanyan? But why would she? Is it because of her unrequited love for Muchen?

Ziyue shook her head. No, it can't just be that. Hanyan hates us; she probably wishes us to be unhappy.

'Ding!'

The sound of the elevator arriving at Muchen's floor brought Ziyue back to her senses. She inhaled deeply and gathered her thoughts. Once she was calm, she entered Muchen's office.

Muchen was buried in work when she walked in. He snapped his head at the door when he heard it open but relaxed when he saw Ziyue, then slightly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Ziyue noticed the minute changes in his expression. She placed the things in her hands on his table and asked again, "What's wrong?"

"You're twenty minutes later than usual." Muchen raised his watch for her to look at the time.

Ziyue was slightly shocked. She never checked the time, so she hadn't realized that she had always come at the same time.

"Am I?" Ziyue grinned. She started to arrange the lunch boxes on his desk. She placed a box filled with salad before him and said, "Have some salad."

Muchen didn't have a good digestive system, so she made it a habit to ensure he had enough greens.

Muchen ate some salad and noted the leaves weren't as crisp. He knew Ziyue never paid regard to the time whenever she brought him dinner, but humans were creatures of habit. She would develop the habit of coming at a certain time even if she did not heed it.

When she got home, how long she prepared dinner, how long it took her to come back to the office; these were all things that had turned into a routine.

Muchen noticed that whenever Ziyue brought him dinner, she would always be on time, give or take five minutes. However, she was twenty minutes late today. The salad had become soggy. Muchen gathered that she must have bumped into someone or something before arriving at his office.

He raised his eyes to look at her, but she seemed calm, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. He slightly raised one eyebrow but didn't comment.

…

During the weekend, Muchen had to work. Ziyue wanted to follow him, but Muchen rejected her.

"Go shopping with Ke if you're bored," he said, leaving Ziyue at home.

"Who will bring you lunch if I go shopping? What about dinner"? Ziyue pouted.

Muchen was at the door when he heard her. He turned around to look at her, "I'll get one of the

servants to bring it if I want a home-cooked meal."

"But it wouldn't be cooked by me." Ziyue tried to reason as she walked to him.

Muchen chuckled, causing Ziyue to glower in embarrassment.

He leaned down and pecked Ziyue's forehead. "What should I do then? I'll just have to bear with it and eat what the servants cooked. Don't worry about me and enjoy your shopping. I'll be done soon," Muchen sweetly said with a smile.