Upon hearing this, Ziyue glared at and Yunan said coldly, "What body?"
"Muchen's body, obviously. But it looks like you're already moving on to another man after inheriting his money. Woman, don't you have a conscience!?"
Yunan's words laced with contempt, "This proves that all women are the same."
As Ziyue absorbed his words, her anger momentarily waned. Did she really owe an explanation to him, who had no significance in her life?
Well, not a chance!
Ziyue's response was laced with indifference as she retorted, "If that's the way you see me, then do us both a favor and stay away from me."
Ziyue flicked her hair, a gesture that effortlessly exuded her allure. She left an air of mystique in her wake.
"You!" Yunan was startled by her retort, and his disdain for her intensified.
Before she swiftly turned on her heels and walked away. Ziyue cast him a cold glance and sneered, "Hope to never see you again."
Yunan stood rooted to the spot, consumed by anger.
But suddenly, his expression froze, and he narrowed his eyes in deep contemplation. It wasn't too long ago that Ziyue had this unshakable belief in Muchen's survival. Now, out of the blue, she was singing a different tune. What the heck went down to cause this sudden change of heart?
With his military background, Yunan's instincts and perception were razor-sharp. Earlier, he had acted on impulse. But now, as he settled down, he couldn't help but notice something peculiar about Ziyue's response.
Amid the uncertainty surrounding Muchen's fate, Ziyue refused to entertain the idea of his death as she dreaded it would become a reality. Her defiant response stemmed from the depth of her love for Muchen and her unwillingness to accept anything less than his safe return.
But now, Ziyue stopped arguing against those morbid notions, suggesting she stopped caring about people's thoughts.
But why didn't she care? Perhaps she had reached a point of acceptance and decided not to dwell on Muchen's well-being anymore.
However, knowing Ziyue, it was out of character for her to become so detached.
So, there must be some other reason behind her indifference.
If his hunch was correct, then Ziyue must have heard from Muchen and knew he was still alive.
Ziyue was never the type to be swayed by superficiality. She wouldn't have distanced herself from him all this time if she were.
Considering her swollen lips and the timing of her disappearance, it seemed highly likely that she had met Muchen during her absence!
Yunan's speculations might sound intrusive, but as someone with a keen sixth sense, he couldn't help but find it plausible.
After all, he didn't become the youngest major general in the military with a series of accomplishments by the age of thirty-two for nothing.
Yunan made up his mind and wasted no time. He briskly headed towards the exit, where one of his subordinates approached him. Raising his hand to signal the subordinate to stay silent, he immediately said, "Keep a close watch on everyone at LK Group, especially Ziyue and her son."
"Sure thing!"
Something clicked in his mind as he bent down to get into his car. He turned around and added, "Jingshu as well."
The subordinate, who had been working closely with Yunan for a while, knew that Jingshu was Yunan's younger brother. A mix of surprise and confusion briefly flashed across his face. Nevertheless, he nodded and replied, "Sure thing!"
...
Meanwhile, Ziyue was on her way back to Cloud Bay.
The midnight streets were chilly and desolate.
She rolled down all the car windows, and the cold night breeze rushed into the car, blowing her mind clear.
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