She held the wine bottle and poured another glass. Unfortunately, the wine was undrinkable without some time to breathe, so she decided to go watch some TV. The door was pushed open from the outside, and Qin Mu instinctively turned to look. A wave of panic washed over her, yet she suddenly picked up the bottle of red wine, turned it over, and stuck it directly at the sink’s bottom, pouring it all into the sink. After Mu Yichen entered and saw no one in the living room, he went to the balcony. Meanwhile, Qin Mu turned on the faucet, rinsing away the splashes of red wine in the sink, erasing its scent. Because the house was very quiet, he quickly heard the sound of running water and turned his head to walk towards the kitchen. That was the last place he expected to find her. A woman who couldn’t cook might go to the kitchen when bored. As he walked over, he saw Qin Mu holding a glass of red wine, heading out. Two empty wine bottles were placed on the kitchen counter, not far from her side, causing Mu Yichen to instinctively frown. Read full story at ɴovelfire.net "How much did you drink?" He asked her, displeased. Qin Mu ignored his question and asked her own instead. "Grandfather asked me to come find you to come back for dinner!" Mu Yichen’s brows slightly moved, quickly offering up a seemingly natural reason. Qin Mu looked at him, almost distrustful, but then she smiled slightly: "No need to accompany your beauty?" Mu Yichen couldn’t grasp her sarcastic tone. "What’s that reporter’s name again? Wu Jiaojiao?" Qin Mu laughed even more joyfully! Suddenly, he felt the room was a bit dark and couldn’t see her face clearly. "What did you say? Come closer and say it to me!" Mu Yichen stood there, his sharp eyes watching her, commanding softly. Qin Mu glanced at him, assessed him with her eyes, then smiled slightly: "If you didn’t hear, forget it! It has nothing to do with me!" She carried the red wine out, slowly walking past him to the sofa. The short path seemed extraordinarily difficult for her; she felt her legs were weak, worried the wine glass might slip from her trembling hands. She dared not breathe, dared not look back, fearing her gait wasn’t casual enough, or her back too stiff. She worried his sharp eyes could easily discern her inner turmoil and then humiliate her further. Qin Mu slowly sank into the sofa, no longer questioning him, just quietly gazing down at her wine glass. For a long time, Mu Yichen had no reaction either, just standing there by her living room, as if he wasn’t part of this place. Yet if he wanted to be part of the place, no one could move him away. "Is the injury on your foot healed?" The room suddenly had sound, deep and helpless. Qin Mu’s eyelashes fluttered, something in her eyes ready to spill out and protest. She glanced toward the balcony—it was inexplicable why, at this moment, she suddenly couldn’t keep calm, her voice defiantly trembling. After who knows how long of awkward silence, the house’s silence nearly suffocated her. She suddenly drank up that glass of wine, then stood up, enduring dizziness as she said, "I have to go back! I need to check on Grandpa’s blood pressure tonight!" She said, looking down, then began searching for the bag she had brought with her. Mu Yichen turned his eyes to her, his gaze still cast downwards. She took a deep breath, finally found her bag hanging behind the door. She strode over, picked up the bag, and when she opened the door, the cold wind didn’t deter her—she just turned her head again, looking at the tall figure inside: "Close the door tight when you leave!" "How did you get here?" He suddenly turned his head and asked her. Qin Mu suddenly couldn’t speak, just kept her mouth shut, slightly arrogantly and defiantly looking at him. Mu Yichen said, then also headed out. But Qin Mu suddenly wouldn’t give way, just stood there with her head down. After five months, he finally set aside his pride to face her, but... "I don’t need you to drive me!" She inhaled sharply, then defiantly uttered those words. Mu Yichen slightly lifted his eyes, seeing her stubborn demeanor and the tears already brimming in her eyes. "Then are you planning not to let me leave?" His deep voice sounded again, asking her. Qin Mu was startled, reflexively raising her eyes to look up at him.