Ye Xin looked at the man in front of her who was around her father’s age. However, he had taken better care of himself than her father, and his temperament was more mature and masculine while her father was frivolous.
Most importantly, Mu Chen resembled Mu Qing both in appearance and temperament. The only difference was Mu Qing was not as cold as Mu Chen who seemed like he was high above others. There was something refreshing about Mu Qing that put people at ease like the spring breeze.
When Ye Xin looked into Mu Qing’s eyes that reminded her of Mu Chen’s but was more gentle, she could not help but fall into a daze. She had only ever seen Mu Chen look at Song Ning with such a gentle gaze. She had never dared to look at Mu Chen wantonly so she could only look at his photo.
Ignoring Mu Qing’s age and everything else, his eyes were really similar to Mu Chen’s. She felt chaos wreaking havoc in her heart as she looked at the pair of familiar eyes. In the end, she said in a daze, “Hello, Mr. Mu. My name is Ye Xin.”
“Ye Xin, it’s a pleasure to meet you…” Mu Qing said in a tone as gentle as his voice.
Ye Xin’s hands were clenched tightly. The pain from her fingernail digging into the flesh of her palms woke her up.
Mu Qing made an inviting gesture. “Let’s talk over there.”
Ye Xin nodded, demure and courteous. This scene resembled the scenes in her mind when she imagined herself with Mu Chen.
Mu Qing personally brewed a pot of tea.
He was so skilled that Ye Xin was dazzled. She had never seen men making tea before.
Her father, Ye He, only drank wine. Beautiful women and wine were his true love.
Her brother, Ye Cheng, drank coffee.
No one drank tea.
She never knew a man could look so charming brewing tea. She could not help but fall into a daze again.
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