"Will you still be able to get back after finishing this bottle? Just sleep upstairs!" Jiang Zhiyuan took the bottle but wasn’t too keen to drink with him. Lately, Mu Yichen’s drinking habits have improved, and his brothers are a bit worried about him. "Sleeping upstairs works too!" Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows. "Shall I call the journalist sister? It’s a great opportunity!" Jiang Zhiyuan leaned closer and winked at him. "How many sisters do you actually have?" Mu Yichen frowned, unable to stand Jiang Zhiyuan’s sleazy demeanor. "Uh! Well, Xiaomu is definitely family, but if you break up with her, she’ll be distant! I think you’re getting on well with that journalist sister." "She’s just doing an interview with me, nothing more." Mu Yichen said, then took a swig from the bottle. "Just that simple? I don’t believe it!" Jiang Zhiyuan looked at him, not believing a word he said. Mu Yichen gave a slight smile, though he said nothing more, his eyes clearly saying, believe what you want. "Your wounded heart is still thinking about our Xiaomu, huh? Why don’t you sneak over like before to see her? Or use visiting Grandpa as an excuse, since they’re living together now, go over first and then, you know, relieve some stress. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" Jiang Zhiyuan started strategizing for him again. Mu Yichen glanced at him, truly reluctant to engage. Mu Yichen pointed to the edge of the sofa, not wanting to be so close to him. "No! I’m just worried your body might not handle it! You’re already so strong!" Jiang Zhiyuan quickly praised his strength. Mu Yichen raised a hand to touch his forehead, thinking about the injury at the corner of her eye, wondering if that fool had found some ointment to apply, ignoring Jiang Zhiyuan’s comments. Later that night, he was lying on the hotel’s top floor. She wasn’t there, but after showering, he went to the closet to find clothes and discovered it was still full of her clothes. Why did he hang her clothes here back then? It’s annoying him now. Mu Yichen angrily took all her clothes out of the closet, threw them on the bed, and walked out, pressing the intercom at the office desk outside. However, just as the call was about to go through, he regretted it and forcefully put the phone down. He’s the one who told her to leave, giving himself a reason not to ask her back. Is he insane? Why say those things to her? Now, she’s not contacting him at all, how can he find a way out? Should he, as Jiang Zhiyuan suggested, go over under the pretense of visiting Grandpa, and then... Yes, just see her first and then have some fun, it’s been stifling not to. But her? I heard she’s quite absorbed in making wedding dresses, even bringing people home for meals. Oh right! Huanhuan also said she’s very close with Jian Yan, probably not just close, but extremely close! He’s been calling Jian Yan these days, and Jian Yan hasn’t been answering. What does that signify, he’s all too clear. Jian Yan finally waited for Qin Mu to return, Jian Yan wants to confess to Qin Mu. Or maybe he’s already confessed! Jian Yan wants Qin Mu to stay in Paris and live with him. The more Mu Yichen thought about it, the more his head hurt, especially after some drinks, the headache was indescribable. Later, he didn’t know what happened again, only that when he woke up the next day, he found his phone pressed under his face. He frowned, instinctively propped himself up, then picked up the phone to take a look. He was just worried he’d drunk too much and called Qin Mu, saying things he shouldn’t say. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel✦fire.net He called his grandfather! Mu Yichen looked awkwardly at the phone’s call history from last night, then looked at the time. Though embarrassed, he was relieved he hadn’t called her. By ten in the morning, he had a meeting at the hotel, but was so distracted that he didn’t hear anything being said. He even forgot about the lunch he arranged with Qin Haiming last night. In the private room downstairs, the staff was very polite and apologetically asked Qin Haiming, "Mayor, would you like us to call Young Master Yichen?" "No need! Serve the dishes when they’re ready, just charge it to him then." Qin Haiming instructed lowly. The staff actually wanted to call Mu Yichen, but hearing the mayor’s words, they refrained. Qin Haiming guessed he might have drunk too much last night, because the staff just mentioned that he drank with Young Master Jiang here till late at night. "You may leave, I don’t need any service!" Qin Haiming thought, since Mu Yichen might not come down, he decided to call Uncle Wang, "Come up and have lunch with me! That kid stood me up!" Uncle Wang answered the call and went from the underground parking to the private room upstairs. Mu Yichen stayed alone in the office, checked the time when it was meal time, and then received a call from Grandpa, sounding like he had just woken up. "You kid, babbled to me all night last night, what did you say?" Mu Yichen listened to the implication, wasn’t Grandpa understanding? At his age, he might really not comprehend some things. "You love me? Why would you love me? Did you think your wife still has my phone?" Grandpa spoke boldly. Mu Yichen was initially just a bit embarrassed, now his face was starting to heat up. What the heck did he say last night? "Uh, you might have misheard!" Mu Yichen awkwardly cleared his throat, lowering his eyes to look at the plain ring on the hand holding the pen. "Misheard? You hummed and hawed for half the night, could I have misheard one word and misunderstood everything?" "Then, what exactly did I say?" "What else did you say? You... who knows what you wanted to say later, I didn’t understand and hung up!" Grandpa blushed, Damn it, after living all these years, listening to his grandson do that. "If you really can’t hold it in, why don’t you fly over, you have planes, you’re not stuck at home with your hands—I’m not talking about this, hang up! Don’t randomly call me at night again or you’ll scare me into a heart attack!" Before hanging up, Grandpa reminded him several more times. Mu Yichen put the phone down slowly, utterly despondent. Last night, did he really do what he used to do when calling Qin Mu, with his Grandpa? Judging from the call duration, about ten minutes, with his capacity, probably not that fast. Mu Yichen painfully raised a hand to rub his forehead. Then Qiao Yi came up from downstairs, "Brother Yichen, heard you ghosted your father-in-law?" Mu Yichen turned to see the handsome Qiao Yi approaching him. Qiao Yi smiled, "I just had lunch downstairs with Boss Zhang, bumped into the restaurant manager who mentioned it." Now his wife has fled, and he’s offended his father-in-law too. So after hearing that, Mu Yichen immediately got up and went out, Qiao Yi had just sat down opposite him, subconsciously raised an eyebrow, "But I came for tea; we’re past lunchtime." "Is Mayor Qin still here?" Mu Yichen asked staff at the private room door, just as they were about to clear the table. "Left! Left this, said you should pass it to Paris!"