章節 8: Chapter 008: I Seem to Have Hurt You That Night
"Mrs. Mu, haven't seen you for two days, missed your husband?"
"I did."
Qin Wan's eyes slowly filled with a cold laugh, replacing the anger.
She tiptoed.
Her red lips touched his ear as she exhaled a fragrant breath, "Just now when I saw Fu Minghan, I was wondering if perhaps you were having an affair with his wife and got caught by him. Did he beat you to death and then, especially come to delivery the corpse?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Shaochen's dark eyes suddenly became overcast with clouds, his breath turned cold and pressing, "Are you wishing for your husband to die that much?"
"Wanwan, if that's your desire, I'll definitely fulfill it for you."
A few steps away.
Fu Minghan, who was green with jealousy to the point of spitting blood, finally felt the relieving satisfaction of turning the tables at this moment.
He even took two steps forward.
This time, Zuo Zhan didn't stop him.
Fu Minghan stopped two steps away from Qin Wan.
He looked down, his gaze sweeping over Mu Shaochen's hand around her waist.
His chest tightened once again.
Mu Shaochen treated Fu Minghan as if he were invisible.
The strength of his hold on Qin Wan's slender waist tightened, feeling her softness through the thin fabric.
Thinking of something, his anger faded away again.
Bo Yi's lips were close to her ear.
His voice was low, husky, and ambiguously saying, "Mrs. Mu, let's go inside, I have a gift for you."
"..."
Qin Wan struggled but couldn't free herself from the restraint of his strong hand. Just as she was about to turn her little face away, he held her steady again.
The man's sexy low laughter echoed in her ears.
His voice was even huskier than before, winding into the bone, "I seemed to have hurt you that night, in a while, I'll personally apply the ointment to you."
His volume, just enough for Fu Minghan two steps away to hear.
Under the streetlight.
Qin Wan's little face suddenly flushed red, her watery eyes angrily staring at the wicked smile at the corner of Mu Shaochen's mouth.
Mu Shaochen was blindfolded it seemed.
Not seeing her irritation, nor giving her any chance to struggle.
Then, to Fu Minghan two steps away, clenching his fists tightly, he said, "It's too late for guests, so I won't invite Young Master Fu inside. Also, I'm a little different from you; I don't like my woman being in contact with other men. Especially, ex-boyfriends."
"Is Mr. Mu telling a joke?"
Fu Minghan's voice carried a cold laugh, "You don't like Wanwan meeting me, her ex-boyfriend, but you abandon her to accompany your sweetheart with great care, what do you take Wanwan for?"
"Don't get mad, what I mean is, Young Master Fu should take good care of his own wife in the future. Don't give her the chance to find another man. As for Wanwan—"
At this point, his narrow eyes narrowed with a chilling coolness.
Switching from nonchalant worldliness to indifference and ruthlessness.
Every word stung, "As for you, the ex who dumped her, you have no right to ask this question in this lifetime. Next time we meet, I hope Young Master Fu refers to Wanwan as Mrs. Mu."
Fu Minghan's throat felt as if it was blocked by something.
He couldn't utter a single word.
Only the sound of his fingers clenching at his side, the knuckles cracking, scattered in the night breeze.
Meanwhile, Mu Shaochen had already thrown the car keys to Zuo Zhan and was holding Qin Wan as they entered the villa.
Qin Wan didn't know what she was thinking.
Entering the living room, Mu Shaochen pinned her against the wall and she suddenly snapped back to reality.
"That unwilling to part with him?"
The man's mocking tone penetrated her ears.
Qin Wan's heart skipped a beat.
Meeting his dark and angry eyes, she lifted the corners of her lips with a taunting curve, "Mr. Mu, are you asking yourself?"
Mu Shaochen's eyes gleamed with probing intent, "So, you're not unwilling to part with the Fu surname, you're jealous?"
"You're overthinking it."
Qin Wan disdained to be jealous.
Putting her thoughts aside, her eyes clear as water, no trace of jealousy to be found.
She looked down.
Her gaze fell on his hand around her waist, her voice detached, "Let go of me. There's no one at home, no need to act."
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