Taken aback by his playful teasing, Ziyue blinked as a subtle mix of annoyance and embarrassment flickered across her face. She retorted, "Dream on!"
Muchen said as he dotingly pinched her cheek, "I've been longing to kiss you, and now I can finally do it."
Ziyue glared at him. Smooth talker!
In that instant, Muchen pulled her closer and passionately captured her lips. His arm tightened around her waist as he kissed her as if he wanted to devour her completely.
She winced and squirmed slightly as his intense grip caused her discomfort.
However, Muchen remained unperturbed by her feeble resistance.
Having savored the taste of her lips to his heart's content, he eventually let her go.
Even in the dimly lit room, he could see the crimson blush on Ziyue's cheeks.
Under his intense gaze, Ziyue lowered her head. After regaining her composure, she turned to him and began probing, "Was it you that I saw at the café that day?"
"Mm."
"Zixi said you bought him a cake and even drew a picture for him. Is that true?"
"Why? Are you jealous?"
Startled by Muchen's teasing reply, she found herself at a loss for words.
She wasn't the slightest bit jealous!
How could she feel envy toward her own son over such insignificant things? Unlike Muchen, who used to get jealous over a mere piece of steak.
Before she could respond, Muchen gently held her face and leaned in for another kiss, but Ziyue evaded him, "Cut it out!"
"I'm being serious. I want to do serious stuff now."
He was incorrigible, and Ziyue felt powerless against his antics.
She reached out and covered his mouth with a stern face, "Mr. Qin, have you forgotten something?"
Muchen blinked, "What?"
Ziyue beamed an innocent smile and a subtle nudge. She uttered calmly and measuredly, enunciating each word deliberately, "We've divorced."
Muchen's expression froze at her words. He was about to respond when a commotion erupted from outside.
In an instant, Muchen snapped into alertness and dashed to turn off the lights.
Before Ziyue could react, Yunan's voice rang out from outside, "How can you not know where your boss is?!"
Then, an unfamiliar voice responded, "Sorry, Mr. Bai. But we really haven't seen Mrs. Qin around."
"Then check the surveillance footage and see where she went!" Yunan raised his voice.
"Sorry, Mr. Bai, the surveillance at Lumiere Jade House requires authorization from the administrator..."
Ziyue finally made sense of the situation. Yunan was talking to one of the employees, and they appeared to be searching for her.
Yet, she was right there all along.
Gradually, the voices outside grew fainter.
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