Muchen listened and followed the shop assistant into the fitting room.
Ziyue and Zixi sat on the couch waiting for him.
Ziyue put an arm around Zixi and asked, "How do you find your dad?"
Without hesitation, Zixi answered, "He's okay."
"How so?"
"Everything's good." Zixi tilted his head to the side.
Ziyue was surprised. She had noticed the tension between Zixi and his father.
To her surprise, Zixi was happy with Muchen.
"Then do you like him?" Zixi prodded.
Zixi pursed his lips and wrung his hands. "I guess…"
Ziyue, "…"
She couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Muchen emerged from the fitting room.
He had barely left the house this past six months. Muchen had become incredibly pale, but it only made him look even more striking. He'll look good in anything with his physique. What made the pale green dress shirt he was wearing now any different?
However, the cheery uplifting green somehow looked somber on him.
Muchen frowned as he came to stand in front of ZIyue. "What do you think?" He asked.
"It's great. But how do you feel in it?" He was frowning so hard; he could have killed a mosquito if it had landed in the creases of his forehead just then. He was obviously not too fond of this shirt.
"I think it's quite nice." He replied to everyone's surprise.
"Then this one it is." Ziyue laughed.
She handed the shop assistant her card for the bill.
After all, she was the primary breadwinner of the house now.
Muchen did not have any money.
While the shop assistant went to get the EFTPOS machine, Ziyue snapped a few sneaky photos of Muchen with her phone.
Muchen had gotten the phone for her. She didn't know where he got the money for it, but she knew it was clean.
She posted the photo on her social media and immediately received many likes and comments.
She glanced through the comments. For some reason, it looked like all her friends were online.
The comments were filled with exclamations of surprise. It was no secret that Muchen preferred dark colors.
Scrolling through the comments, she encountered someone she had not seen in a long time.
"No matter how much he pretends, he can't hide the fact that he's thirty and will soon be an ailing old man!"
No one except for Jingshu would dare to say that about Muchen.
Ziyue stared at the comment for a good minute to make she wasn't making a mistake. She handed the phone to Muchen.
"Jingshu commented on my post!"
Muchen glared at the phone and snorted, "I can't believe someone who's just a few months younger than me and still single would have the audacity to say anything about me!"
Mr. Qin had gotten used to the new lingo from the younger generation.
He was so angry that he was using words like 'audacity.'
Ziyue found it hilarious. "You're not an ailing old man. This shirt makes you look like a first-year college student." She tried to placate him.
But she couldn't help laughing.
Muchen arched an eyebrow at her. He felt conflicted.
Ziyue tapped on Jingshu's comment to reply to find it had been deleted.
While she had been cooped up at home under Muchen's strict orders to look after herself, Xia had visited her a few times. But every time she'd bring up Jingshu, Xia would change the subject.
Ziyue guessed that Muchen knew about Jingshu.
"Do you know what happened between Jingshu and Xia?"
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