Marry Me Quick

Chapter 703 Unbeknownst to Her

"Fine."

Muchen responded with a faint nod, regaining his composure.

Yet, Ziyue remained doubtful.

Muchen's unwavering care and attention for Ziyue were palpable. His simple yet beautifully presented dishes instantly filled Ziyue's appetite.

She savored every bite of the meal, enjoying the rich and delightful flavors. Her moment of bliss abruptly stopped when the thought of Bessalyn being trapped in the car suddenly crossed her mind.

Downing the last spoonful of soup from her bowl, she hastily grabbed her bag and told Muchen, "I've got something to take care of. Gotta run!" as she darted out.

Muchen set aside his cutleries, looking perplexed. His gaze shifted towards the vacant chair where Ziyue had been sitting just moments ago. A lady's coat was resting upon the chair's backrest, unmistakably belonging to Ziyue herself.

What's the rush?

A moment of stillness lingered. Frowning, he finally got up and grabbed her jacket, quickening his footsteps as he chased after her.

As Ziyue made her way downstairs and opened the car door, Bessalyn slumped against the passenger seat and uttered weakly, "If you had come any later, I would have been dead."

Ziyue sheepishly admitted, "Oops, my bad."

It was indeed her fault for forgetting about Bessalyn, who remained locked in the car.

At that moment, it struck her that she had entirely forgotten the purpose of going to Muchen's. Ziyue hadn't spoken about what she needed to discuss with him.

Engulfed in the tantalizing aromas of Muchen's gastronomy, Su Ziyue momentarily veered off course, forgetting what she came for.

Checking the time, she realized it was getting late and cheerfully asked Bessalyn, "What would you like for dinner? It's on me!"

"Really?" Bessalyn was in disbelief.

She glanced anxiously toward the entrance of the apartment building.

Ziyue figured she was looking to see if Muchen was present and asked, "Are you coming?"

She replied eagerly, "Okay, okay, let's go! I'm craving hot pot, the super spicy one."

As if afraid that Ziyue might change her mind, she quickly fastened her seatbelt while speaking as she slowly reenergized from the ordeal.

Ziyue glanced at the apartment on the seventh floor before ducking into the car.

Now that she knew Muchen lived here, she could visit him whenever she pleased. Plus, she had his new contact number to reach him anytime.

The thought of him vanishing no longer troubled her.

They arrived at a locally renowned hot-pot restaurant.

Ziyue ordered an extra-spicy broth for their hot pot, just as Bessalyn wanted.

But as Bessalyn took her first mouthful, the intense spiciness hit her. She sniffled as tears streamed down her face.

Ziyue was stunned by her response.

Contrary to Ziyue's initial impression of Bessalyn's spice tolerance, Ziyue soon realized that she was all bark and no bite and couldn't handle the heat as she claimed.

"Wow, this is spicy…" Bessalyn exclaimed, gulping down water. Her taste buds were ablaze with fiery sensations while her feet restlessly tapped beneath the table.

Ziyue couldn't help but feel a surprising sense of connection over Bessalyn's discomfort.

Ziyue called a waiter and requested a glass of iced water, handing it to Bessalyn. "Let's change the soup base for you. This one is too spicy for you to handle."

Bessalyn flushed with heat and awkwardness.

Sensing Bessalyn's embarrassment, Ziyue beckoned the waiter to switch the broth for her.

Bessalyn had visited Country Z many times and loved hot pot. She had always wanted to taste the flavor of the extra-spicy broth, but...

She glanced at Ziyue, then lowered her head, quietly sipping her water. She reminded herself that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. If Ziyue dared to mock her, she would use Muchen as leverage.

However, even if Bessalyn hadn't said anything, keeping the news that Muchen was secretly alive from slipping out was impossible.

Ziyue joined Bessalyn for a hot pot feast.

"I must say, you have quite the appetite," Su Ziyue commented as she settled the bill and walked out with Bessalyn, turning her head.

Bessalyn scoffed, "Seriously? Do you call that eating? That was just pocket change!"

Bessalyn's upbringing had shaped her bluntness and unwavering confidence, making her seemingly unfazed by manipulative schemes.

Ziyue gathered her thoughts and sincerely said, "Thank you for looking after Muchen."

Bessalyn shrugged, her beautiful eyes widened, "I should also thank Mr. Lu for entrusting Qin Muchen to me. Otherwise, I never would have known he could be so violent."

"Violent?" Su Ziyue repeated.

Bessalyn sensed the uncertainty in Ziyue's voice. She was about to speak up, but suddenly, she held her words back.

"Thanks for the meal. I want to leave now."

Bessalyn said, then swiftly walked away, waving goodbye without looking back.