"But what did you mean when you said if I’m worried I can ask Qiao Yi? What am I supposed to be worried about?" Qin Mu had just been lazily lying on his chest, but her mind suddenly clicked, and she propped herself up against his chest, glaring at him fiercely. Mu Yichen, playing with her wrist, stopped moving, gently holding her, his deep black eyes looking at her with a hint of worry. "Aren’t you worried at all that me not coming home at night could be because of something else?" Mu Yichen kindly reminded her. Qin Mu... Get full chapters from novelꞁire.net "Of course I worry if you don’t come back all night!" Qin Mu lowered her eyes, feeling a bit upset again, pressing against his chest, her hand resting where his heart was, lost in her own thoughts. "That’s why I told you to find Old Qiao, after all, he just got married and wouldn’t dare take me to those chaotic places." Mu Yichen lowered his eyes, looking at her gentle profile as he reminded her. Why did she feel like they were talking about two entirely different things? "Mu Yichen, next time you come back so late, make sure you call me." Qin Mu didn’t argue with him, just sulkily reminded him of the most crucial point. "I just didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Besides, I came back in the morning, didn’t I?" Mu Yichen continued in a gentle voice, talking to her. "But I was really worried!" Qin Mu held him a bit tighter, her eyes heavy, tears threatening to fall but never did. "Mm... I won’t worry you like that again." Mu Yichen’s voice grew softer, as if recalling her silly look hugging him barefoot in the morning, her eyes red; she was the girl he loved the most. How could he let her worry about him like that? Qin Mu responded, her voice already sounding a bit strange. But she didn’t cry because he was fine. When she woke up in the morning and found him gone, and no one answered the phone, she instinctively thought about Qinh Haiming’s previous car accident, fearing something unexpected might have happened to him. But such dark suspicions were not fit to be spoken out loud. But now, his chest was no longer the cold, icy one from before but a warm one. "Carry me upstairs to sleep!" Qin Mu tilted her head, hooked her hand around his neck, her eyes gentle as water, looking at him. Mu Yichen’s somewhat sleepy eyes looked at her, then got up, just as she sat up, he scooped her legs up from the gap beside, then carried her. Such a princess carry, Qin Mu hoped he would do it often. But why did she feel that Mu always had some impure intentions when it came to sleeping? In the evening, Qin Mu, Mu Yichen, Jing Feng, and Helian Hao called Qiao Yi, asking him to bring Secretary Xi to dinner, but Secretary Xi wasn’t very cooperative, saying to Qiao Yi, "Are you sure you want me to go? I actually feel I’m not very sociable. Maybe...you should just go alone?" "Tonight’s gathering is mainly to celebrate us getting our marriage certificate. Are you sure, as the main character, you want to refuse them with such a lame excuse?" "But I’m specifically refusing you." The two of them were still at Secretary Xi’s small apartment, stubbornly holding their ground in a casual manner. Qiao Yi realized that ever since they got their marriage certificate, he, who thought he wouldn’t be happy, was so excited that he couldn’t sleep at night, while the woman who had been clamoring to get married seemed to regret it ever since, making his heart feel blocked. "Then if you really don’t want to go, I won’t go either." Qiao Yi said, standing behind the sofa, hands on the back of it, looking elsewhere, pretending to be generous. Xi Meng stood beside him, looking at him, sighed helplessly, "I’ll just go to please the boss’s wife." Xi Meng thought for a moment and then said, turning to go back inside. "What? What are you going to do now?" Qiao Yi watched her back as she walked inside, his palms still sweaty. Luckily, it was just to change clothes; he thought she was going to sleep again. Xi Meng had been quite fond of sleeping these days. While Qiao Yi was waiting for Xi Meng, Jiang Zhiyuan drove his car directly to An Nan’s apartment building, mainly to prevent An Nan from driving herself over, hoping to avoid giving her an excuse for not needing him to escort her. An Nan’s restraint was maddening for Jiang Zhiyuan; no matter what, she always handled things just right, sometimes making him feel quite foolish. When An Nan came down from the building, it was already dark. Seeing his car parked there, she couldn’t help but smile slightly to herself, yet when she walked over, she kept a straight face and said to him, "Didn’t I tell you I could drive myself over? It would be more convenient that way."