Upon hearing him mention the past, Qin Mu got annoyed, but she didn’t dare tell him that she was deliberately pretending to be busy to avoid him. During this time, she mostly focused on designing clothes and rarely actually cut fabric with scissors herself. Mu Yichen’s eyebrows moved slightly, and his keen eyes looked at her as he asked this. "No, you can’t!" Read full story at NovelHub(.)net Qin Mu glanced at him, and his sharp look seemed to pierce straight into her heart, scaring her to flee. She forgot that her car was in the shop for repairs, making it really inconvenient for her to go out. What does it feel like to be dumbfounded at the door? Qin Mu felt that the wind was a bit chilly; the sun was bright, but it couldn’t hide her embarrassment at all. How was she supposed to go to work? She really had no other option. Surely she couldn’t drive President Mu’s luxury car, could she? Given the current tension between them, how could she have the face to ask him for the keys? Qin Mu looked down at her feet. She had specially worn blue high heels today, and though they looked nice, walking in them to get a taxi might trigger her old ailment. She glanced towards the house entrance, where Mu Yichen stood watching with his hands in his pockets, as if enjoying the show. "Want me to give you a ride?" Mu Yichen asked, generously. "No need! I’ll get a taxi myself!" Qin Mu gave him a cheeky smile and then turned away. Mu Yichen just stood there watching. "You’re here, and you want her to avoid you every day?" "She’s going to work, isn’t she?" Mu Yichen watched her stubborn figure, seemingly easy-going. "Work? Ever since your parents left, she hasn’t returned to the studio to work. Only when there’s something important does she go there. Oh! No! Even when your parents were here, she didn’t go much." The old man spoke to Mu Yichen from inside, thinking that this young man knows less about his own wife than I do. Mu Yichen reflexively turned his head to look inside, noticing the old man’s disdainful look that made his brows furrow. Had Mrs. Mu deceived him again? Mu Yichen unconsciously lowered his head for a few seconds before striding outside. The old man watched Mu Yichen’s fleeting expression of disappointment from inside and snorted, thinking, "You’ve come all this way, so why pretend to be a gentleman? It’s not like others don’t know why you’re here." Since arriving in Paris and having an unfortunate encounter at the airport, Mu Yichen felt everything was going wrong. After finishing his meeting, he rushed over to see her, but she kept avoiding him. That was tolerable, but she kept lying too, which irked Mu Yichen. He pulled the car beside her, directly blocking her path. Qin Mu glanced over, seeing his cold face through the car window, telling her to get in. "Aren’t our paths going different ways? Is President Mu leaving now?" Qin Mu pretended to just casually greet him. "Is going into town to buy clothes alright?" Mu Yichen looked at the old style suit he was wearing, feeling awkward no matter how he looked at it. He thought this might be his only excuse. In terms of lying, he truly admired Mrs. Mu. Looking at her now, not a single false word came to his mind. Qin Mu lowered her eyes to think for a while, a slightly conflicted expression on her face, but ultimately got in the car. The two had already spent so long in a standoff. She had etched the words he told her last night into her heart. Her temper was not much better than his, after all. "I heard you no longer go to the studio to work?" "I now have my own studio, I’ve basically separated from Jian Yan, so of course, I can’t go often." "Really? You two separated that clearly?" Mu Yichen raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror. President Mu was definitely being sarcastic. Mu Yichen glanced at her again, noticing her displeasure and didn’t ask more, just smiled and said, "I was just saying." President Mu’s ’just saying’ was really ’just saying.’ "But I plan to go to work soon. Grandpa’s health is stable; he doesn’t need me at home every day." Qin Mu slightly raised her hand, brushing her hair back as she leaned against the seat, her beautiful eyes sharply gazing at the outside scenery. This area had few houses, but it gave people a sense of vastness and comfort. The city was too noisy, and Qin Mu didn’t particularly like it.