Marry Me Quick novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699 Meetup

After Ziyue called herself using Muchen's phone, she took out her phone and saved his number.

However, she shot a careful glance at Muchen when she was saving his nickname and edged the phone closer to her so he wouldn't be able to see it.

He merely narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze over her.

She quickly entered 'the petty fellow without any shame' and put her phone away.

"I'm done. Here you go." With that, she returned his phone.

He received it silently without any further questions.

After a moment of silence, he asked solemnly, "So, who came to see you in the morning?"

"Hanyan. Didn't you see the news?"

Hanyan was on the frontline that day. Muchen should know about this.

Muchen merely frowned without any further comments.

Ziyue immediately understood that somehow he had missed it.

After all, it was not his personality to read the entertainment section of the news.

"Nope. But I know she's back."

He walked to the French window and gazed outside.

A moment passed before he turned back to Ziyue and asked, "What did you guys talk about?"

"What else could we talk about? She is still persuading me to go to Country J."

Ziyue felt exasperated when she recollected her conversation with Hanyan earlier. Do I seem like a dumb person? Do they really think that I will give in after hearing her out? On top of that, they sent Hanyan instead of Enyang. The latter might've been able to make a more persuasive case.

"You didn't agree, did you?" Muchen looked at her solemnly.

"Of course not," she replied with a pout, her tone clearly revealing her dissatisfaction.

However, she remembered something else. Be it Gricy or Yuchuan, Hanyan could build connections with them. Was it on Yuchuan or Gricy's orders that she sought me out? Perhaps it's more likely that Yuchuan was behind it. If I return to Country J, he will be the main benefactor; Gricy would only gain some intermediary benefits.

She looked at Muchen for a long time without uttering a word.

"What's wrong? Just speak your mind."

"I think…" she began hesitantly but decided to tell him the truth in the end.

"I think it might be Grandpa who asked Hanyan to see me. They are still unaware you're alive, let alone back in Yunzhou City. They must think that I'm at wit's end. If Nan Chuan falls into their hands, I will give everything I have to save him since he works for you."

The more she analyzed the situation, the more likely her assumptions seemed conclusive.

As she was engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice Muchen's grim expression when Nan Chuan was mentioned.

He quickly recollected himself and replied, "Never mind what they say."

"Okay."

…

Muchen left LK Group from the backdoor. He stayed vigilant when he got into the car.

Not long after he left, his phone rang.

Only a few people know my new number.

He glanced at the caller – it was Bessalyn.

"What's up?" he asked coldly.

Bessalyn's admiration for him was all gone, but it was still a sour point that he treated her like a nobody. After all, she was used to being popular with men.

"You went to Ziyue again? If this keeps going on, you have no chance of recovering," she stated the truth sarcastically.

Even though he survived the plane crash, he injured his leg in the process. Though it was not a fatal wound, the signs of his hereditary psychiatric disorder were becoming increasingly obvious.

There were times when he had no clue about his actions or behavior. Hence, he didn't dare to see Ziyue even though he only sustained a leg injury.

While recovering, he had been in therapy with Bessalyn.

The effects were minimal, yet it was worth a try.

"It's none of your business!"

"I'm your doctor now."

Bessalyn finally realized how short-tempered and unreasonable he was after getting to know him.

"So what? I'm not groveling at your feet to ask to be saved," he replied disdainfully.

Bessalyn was so irritated that she couldn't think of an immediate reply. After a few deep breaths, she calmed herself down before talking about the main reason behind the call.

"I heard the Earl of Ausburg has been resting at home due to an illness."

"And?"

Unable to help herself anymore, Bessalyn raised her voice. "It's obviously a ruse. He must be in Country Z now."

I told him this piece of news out of goodwill, yet he didn't seem to be worried at all!

"Perfect. I'm planning to meet him anyway," he said calmly.

"Aren't you worried that he might attack Ziyue?"

Bessalyn knew the situation after saving Muchen. But, apart from that, it was quite apparent that Yuchuan didn't like Ziyue at all.

In addition, it was unlikely that Yuchuan would let the vast fortune of LK Group fall to Ziyue. Bessalyn was positive about that.

Hence, she didn't understand Muchen. It was out of her expectations that a man with such a foul temper was capable of loving another woman deeply.

He knew what would happen and made the necessary preparations, giving the wealth and power he had accumulated his entire life to Ziyue.

The surprise of such a revelation made it clear to Bessalyn that Muchen would never love anyone else.

Whether she had the looks or the position was not important.

Just the mere fact that she was Bessalyn and not Ziyue was enough.

What an incredibly lucky woman.

This was why she was willing to put up with Muchen.

"Don't worry about this. Thank you very much for your help all along, but it's better that we stop seeing each other. Please don't contact me anymore."

With that, he hung up.

Though grateful for her help, he no longer wanted her to be involved in his matters for fear of ruining his plans.

Bessalyn looked at her phone before calling him again, but the number could no longer be reached.

What a heartless man.

She tried putting herself in different perspectives, but it was difficult to justify such behavior.

With the phone in her hand, she sank deep into her thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. She smiled and walked to the garage.

She had indeed given up on him, and she felt touched by his love for Ziyue. However, the way he treated her was reason enough to pick a bone with him.