Bessalyn was upset but didn't want to poke the bear any further.
She remembered an incident that had happened in that same parking garage. She and Muchen had seen Ziyue and Yunan in the dark. She had asked out loud if there were a chance Ziyue would fall in love with Yunan. Muchen had given her the death glare. The next time she mentioned Ziyue, Muchen would strangle.
Which was why she did not think it was a good idea to antagonize him anymore.
But her curiosity could not be denied. She may not have majored in psychology, but she wanted to know more about Muchen's unique situation.
Setting aside her own feelings for Muchen, his heritable mental disorder was reason enough for her to be attracted to him.
His mental disorder had frequent flareups, but every time it happened, Muchen managed to seize control of himself and recover.
During their therapy sessions, he would somehow make her feel emotionally invested. It surprised and scared her.
When Bessalyn came to, she rolled down all four windows to let the cold night air in. Hoping it would calm Muchen.
She started the car back up, "Let's go back."
She was met with silence. She had gotten used to it.
…
In the days following, Ziyue would arrive early at the office to find a drawing in her pile of papers. The drawings would tell a story with every piece she collected.
Him smashing a reporter's camera. Both of them arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Her spilling a glass of wine…
They were memories from a long time ago, but she remembered them as if it happened yesterday.
Ziyue couldn't deny it was working on her.
Less talk and more action.
This was both Muchen's weakness and strength.
He never explained himself but would do things to make her happy and hope she would forgive him. Ziyue could never stay mad at him.
But he went too far this time. Ziyue wasn't going to let this go that easily.
Muchen had told her he would take care of Chuan. Before two days had passed, Ziyue received news about Chuan.
Instead of seeing Chuan himself, Ziyue received news of him from someone she would never expect.
Ziyue compiled the comics she had received from Muchen and organized them with paperclips. She kept them somewhere safe.
The phone rang.
"Yes?" Ziyue answered.
"Ms. Su. Someone claiming to be your friend wants to see you. She said…" The receptionist hesitated.
"What did she say?" Ziyue arched an eyebrow.
"She said she has information on Chuan for you…"
Ziyue tensed up. "Send her up." She ordered.
…
Holding her documents tightly, Nan Ke walked down the hallway to Ziyue's office. She bumped into Gu Hanyan coming the opposite direction when she arrived at the door.
It was December. They were in the middle of winter. It snowed every day in Yunzhou, and the winds were frigid and unstoppable. It got colder and colder by the day.
And yet Hanyan was wearing a dress with a knee-length wool coat over it. The coat didn't look like it'll do much to keep her warm in this weather. Her legs were bare and long, finished with a pair of stilettos. She looked extremely seductive.
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