Marry Me Quick novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507

"Really?" Ziyue raised her eyes and looked at Muchen. "How can you tell?"

In what way was she getting along quite well with Yuchuan? They had almost torn into each other at the company.

They were only keeping up appearances to maintain peace.

She was happy to do so and call him 'Grandpa' as long as Yuchuan didn't directly get into it with her.

Hearing what she said, Muchen smiled and didn't say anything. It was as though there was a trace of understanding in his expression.

Seeing that he wasn't saying anything, she asked, "What's up?"

"It's nothing. Let's go. I'll send you back to the office," Muchen said as he pushed the chair back and stood up.

Ziyue stared at him for a few seconds before she slowly stood up.

Muchen picked Zixi up from the toddler chair and placed him on the ground before holding his hand. Muchen reached out his other hand to hold Ziyue's as they walked out.

Ziyue followed him instinctively, and her gaze fell on his tall and straight figure. She was slightly entranced for a while before she said, "Let go of me."

Muchen's footsteps stopped. His suave brows wrinkled a little when he turned to look at her. "Why?"

Ziyue did the same and raised her head to look at him. There wasn't much emotion in her eyes. She said softly, "I just remembered that we have yet to solve the issue from this morning, so please let go of my hand."

She struggled free from his hand as a symbol of protest after she spoke.

His palm was dry yet pleasant. There was a layer of warmth to it that gave her a familiar sense of security when he held her hand.

But she hadn't forgotten that he had flung her hand away and left the house before resolving the issue with the servant this morning.

It wasn't a good habit, and she wouldn't allow such habits to fester.

"I thought it was a small matter, but you saw it as an argument." Muchen's dark eyes sharpened slightly, and the expression on his face was hard to figure out.

"I'm going back to the company." Ziyue broke her hand free from his grasp and smiled at Zixi. "Zixi, come with Mommy."

Zixi, who had raised his head to look at the two, broke free from Muchen and held Ziyue's hand as soon as he heard her. He turned back and said to Muchen, "Bye-bye, Daddy."

Muchen frowned. It was clear that his rage was simmering.

Before he could lose his temper, Ziyue held Zixi's hand and left.

Muchen's hands tightened unconsciously. This woman... She argued and had a falling out with me because of a servant?

Well then.

His expression changed for a brief moment, and he called their home. "Fire the female servant who made the porridge this morning. Moreover, I don't ever want to see her in Yunzhou City again."

He hung up with a malicious expression.

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When Ziyue returned to her office, she pondered hard on it, and thought it was a small matter.

Having a falling out with Muchen because of it seemed like she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Muchen could be persuaded by reason but not by force. If she acted this way, Muchen would definitely get angry.

But he was clearly the one who made trouble without reason. Why did she always have to give in first?

Forget it. He would never change that temper of his. Could I expect him to change?

Ziyue stayed at the office absentmindedly for the whole afternoon. She took Zixi home once it was time to get off work.

She thought that once she got home, she would try to persuade Muchen gently, and maybe he would listen to her.

Although she felt he was wrong in this matter, Muchen had a different standpoint. This wasn't something that couldn't be communicated, so she felt that they could talk about it.

Once she parked the car, she glanced around the garage and realized that the Bentley Muchen liked to drive wasn't there. It meant that Muchen wasn't home yet.

As Ziyue thought about it, she subconsciously tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.

He can't be working overtime, can he?

"Mommy."

Zixi, who was in the backseat, called out to her discontentedly before she came to her senses.

"Alright, alright. Let's get out of the car." Ziyue responded at once. She opened the car door and got out of the car before she let Zixi out of the child's car seat.

Even though she could already guess that Muchen wasn't back yet, she still asked the servants when she stepped into the villa.

"Sir isn't back yet."

After getting the answer she had expected from the servants, Ziyue brought Zixi upstairs for a bath.

As she bathed Zixi, she asked him, "Zixi, will you be afraid to sleep alone?"

Zixi was playing with a rubber duck floating on the water, and there were water beads on his face. When he heard Ziyue's question, he blinked his round eyes and glanced at Ziyue before saying, "No."

He looked down and continued playing with the rubber duck after that.

He answered with "Mm" or "Okay" when Ziyue talked to him after that. Clearly, he was preoccupied with the rubber duck in his hands and simply not listening to Ziyue.

Zixi was too young. Sometimes he could listen to her earnestly when she spoke to him, but sometimes when there was an exciting toy in his hands or if he saw something else of interest, he would just ignore her.

Children don't have a large attention span. Unlike adults, they can't multitask and are curious about everything. If they were given a Rubik's cube, they could probably play with it for an entire day.

His cheeks were slightly flushed from the steam of the hot water. When Ziyue wasn't speaking to him, his little mouth would pout as he chattered to the rubber duck in his hands.

Ziyue thought that he was adorable. She couldn't help but lean over and kiss him.

Then, she turned her head and looked at him. "Sweetie, give Mommy a kiss."

With a swish, Zixi turned and kissed her cheek.

Although Zixi wet Ziyue's face with saliva, her heart melted into a puddle. She was beyond content.

After that, she blew bubbles for Zixi and said, "Sweetie, Mommy wants to talk to you about something, alright?"

Zixi ignored her as he focused on the rubber duck.

Ziyue wasn't concerned if he was listening. She continued, "How about you hug Daddy's leg and kiss him when he comes home later?"

He would be happy if his son kissed him of his own accord, wouldn't he?

If he was happy, he would be in a good mood, then we could have a good talk about things, and he wouldn't fling my hand away and leave in the middle, would he?

She didn't know if Zixi understood, but he answered loudly, "Okay."

Even though Ziyue had a mental outline of what she was going to say and how she would breach the topic to Muchen once he came home, she never imagined that he still wasn't home by the time she and Zixi were done with dinner.