Mu Zihao and Jing Xianzong occasionally whispered a few words to each other, leisurely sipping their drinks. That night everyone returned home late. After Qin Mu got home, she first went to the children’s room to check on them. Huanhuan had a scab on her nose, which looked a bit awkward, making Qin Mu feel super heartbroken. When she returned to her own room, she turned her head and suddenly saw Mu’s figure appear. Those sharp, unemotional features seemed to imprint deeply on her heart like a stamp. "Didn’t you forget? Hm?" "I remembered again!" "Remembered again? What is he here for? Don’t tell me he’s here to help Bian Jingwen design fashion, otherwise, why would he be flirting with you?" Qin Mu looked at him sadly, her chin pinched slightly painfully by him: "Mu Yichen, he really is here to help Bian Jingwen. He’s hiking buddies with Bian Jingwen’s boyfriend." "He genuinely didn’t know I came to Rongcheng for work before, I guarantee." Qin Mu looked at his tightly furrowed brow and immediately added another explanation. "Are you still confident about winning? That competition?" "Yes! It’s been many years since I competed, a little sparring wouldn’t hurt." Mu Yichen saw her confidence and was only displeased. Regardless of winning or losing, that man definitely wouldn’t be upset, but he wouldn’t be like that, he would be very angry. "Stay away from him." Mu Yichen ordered quietly. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net Qin Mu, frightened, felt a tightness in her chest: "Okay!" "Xiaohao agreed to have lunch with Rui Sen tomorrow noon, the three of us together." Her voice was particularly small, and as she spoke, she looked cautiously at Mu Yichen. Two cold words, and he wouldn’t let her say another word to him. The next morning she checked Weibo, and then saw a post about herself on Weibo. A boy with the Weibo handle Guagua posted a Weibo where she and Rui Sen were talking in a hotel. This Weibo was bumped up only this morning. Qin Mu glanced at the comments below and saw they had reached over ten thousand, scaring her into taking a sharp intake of breath. No wonder it went viral on Weibo; apparently, there was no use of Mrs. Mu or Qin Mu’s name, but instead, X surname female celebrity. Qin Mu didn’t look at the comments, she just casually put down her phone, turned over, and lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling lamp with eyes just awakened from sleep. This boy called Guagua should know her situation very well; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to take such precise photos. Qin Mu didn’t know who spread this, because she’s never heard of so many paparazzi names. Was she being followed by paparazzi? But it seemed impossible. She was Mrs. Mu, Mu Yichen had already given the media a heads-up, prohibiting them from posting unauthorized news. So, could this Guagua be someone else? Qin Mu turned her head, found her phone, and opened it. Looking at Guagua’s profile, the displayed information was pitifully sparse. Suddenly, she felt completely puzzled. At half-past eleven in the morning, she got ready, dressed appropriately, and with her long hair down, left the house driving towards AM. At the hotel, she drove straight to the parking lot, then walked in from a different door. Unexpectedly, she still ran into Bian Jingwen. Bian Jingwen was very pleased to see her: "Rui Sen invited me to have lunch together. I heard you were bringing Miss Helian? But it seems you came alone." "Why think so much? If you have time, better think more about how to beat me." Qin Mu said, then walked ahead. In the elevator, Qin Mu stood inside, Bian Jingwen stood in front of her. When her phone rang, Bian Jingwen looked down and took her phone out of her bag but immediately rejected the call after one glance. Qin Mu only subconsciously looked with downturned eyes. In the silent elevator, a phone rang again, of course, it was still Bian Jingwen’s phone. And it was from the same number, Bian Jingwen had no choice but to take out her phone, but she didn’t answer. Qin Mu stood behind her, feeling her back trembling. Who could be calling? Why would they make the consistently composed, pretentious Bian Jingwen tremble? Later, Bian Jingwen directly turned off her phone, because it kept ringing and rang to the point that she wanted to throw it away. After the elevator opened, Qin Mu bowed her head and walked out from her side first. Bian Jingwen clutched her phone tightly as she watched Qin Mu’s back. After exiting the elevator, instead of following Qin Mu, she walked in another direction with her phone.