The secretary's legs trembled from Muchen's remarks.
She thought the president had changed recently and was now more intimidating than ever.
She had worked as his secretary for many years and had once believed she could somewhat comprehend his irrational behavior. She was at a loss for words now.
She didn't want to lose her job, so she had to tell him what had happened truthfully.
Muchen remained silent for a while after he was done speaking. Even taking a breath was too risky for the secretary.
It was a pin-drop silence in the office.
Muchen talked calmly, yet his voice had an unexplainable sensation of pressure as he spoke slowly against the tense environment. He said, "When did my wife borrow your phone to make a call?"
"One week ago," said the secretary. "she brought you lunch on your first day, I believe."
'Crack!'
When the woman mentioned the date, Muchen snapped his pen in half.
The secretary, who had been watching him closely, was alarmed by this. Inadvertently, she touched her neck.
She summoned the courage and cautiously called out to him. The secretary said, "Sir?"
Without a word, Muchen picked up a stack of documents before him. He sternly ordered, "Get out!"
His tone gave off the impression that he wanted to rip someone apart.
The secretary didn't dare to leave. She knelt to gather the papers he'd flung swiftly, set them on his desk, and then bolted out like a rabbit.
Those documents were extremely important, and she couldn't afford to leave them behind. If the president were to investigate later, she would be done for.
Fortunately, she managed to leave unscathed. After closing the president's office door, she finally dared to take a deep breath.
Muchen was now enveloped in a foreboding cloud and poised to blow. His phone rang at that precise moment. He gave it a casual check and noticed that it included the landline number for Mogwin Castle. It was apparent who had called.
He clenched his fist as he frowned at the phone still ringing.
He didn't bother to pick it up.
Ziyue was perplexed.
Is he that busy right now?
But even if he were busy, he wouldn't ignore my calls.
He should be able to guess that it was me.
She was unable to bring him food today, though. If she didn't phone him ahead of time, he would become irate and lash out at her.
So, she had to give him another call.
The phone rang a few times before he picked it up. He remained silent.
Ziyue complained since she was aware of his temperament. She said, "Are you that busy today? You didn't answer my call just now."
Muchen replied with a hoarse voice, "It's fine. When are you coming over?" Ziyue couldn't determine his emotion at that moment.
Ziyue regretted her reaction after his question. She had to ask her driver to deliver the meals she had made to the business because she would be having dinner with Yuchuan later. Hearing Muchen's now-expectant tone, she started to feel a little guilty.
But she had to say it.
"I can't come over. I'll have the driver send the food to you. Grandpa asked me to come over and have dinner with him. I'll come to see you tomorrow."
Ziyue's tone conveyed a tinge of hesitation.
After she spoke, Ziyue sensed a change in Muchen's mood.
He didn't show his displeasure or have a screaming fit, as was to be expected.
Muchen responded with a nonchalant 'I know' before he hung up the phone.
Ziyue stared at the phone, unsure if he was still angry. She made the decision to wait till he returned before making amends with him.
Instead of dwelling on it, she put it behind her and got dressed. She arrived at Qin Yuchuan's house soon after.
Qin Yuchuan greeted her and talked to her as an ordinary elder would.
She knew his generosity was just intended to win over Muchen.
Ziyue returned to her room after eating lunch when a violent downpour unexpectedly caught her.
She was soaked to the skin from the rain when she reached her room.
She spotted Muchen standing there as she shut the door, equally wet as she was. He heard her yell his name.
She was initially startled. She confidently entered the room after determining who was present and asked, "Why are you back so early?"
How could he be back this fast?
The rain had just begun to fall, so he must have returned home. Ziyue was thoroughly soaked on her way back in minutes.
She reached home a little before Muchen. She spoke to him on the phone before going to Yuchuan's residence because LK Group wasn't close to Mogwin Castle. He ought to have hung up and gone home immediately.
Ziyue questioned, "Did you finish your work at the company?" She frowned at his soaked clothes and added, "You need a bath."
She left the room to start a bath for him.
Ziyue noticed that Muchen had been silent since she arrived. She turned the tap.
Was he still angry because I didn't deliver his lunch to him?
She wasn't sure if Muchen was acting childishly or out of irrationality, but she was powerless to stop it.
"Alright, come in and take your bath," instructed Ziyue. She had prepared the bathtub and walked outside to call Muchen.
She noticed that Muchen stood in the same spot as before.
Ziyue finally realized that something was off with Muchen.
She whispered, "What's wrong?" Ziyue walked over and took his hand.
His hands were frigid.
Ziyue was stunned and implored, "Why are your hands this cold? Come in and take a shower."
He remained standing despite her attempts to pull him into the bathroom.
Her patience ran out, and Ziyue grumpily shook off his hand.
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