Is it age?

Has it made them less impulsive in love than before?

Even if there’s an impulsive feeling inside, but rationality has surpassed everything?

In another room, two women were drinking, enjoying themselves.

Work seemed to be discussed quickly. Luo Li finished a drink, hands clasped on the table, and said to Qin Mu, "Do you know what I thought when we first separated?"

"That old man will definitely regret it in the future. But now, I only feel how ridiculous I was. When he had the ability, both wives were young and beautiful to satisfy him. When he got older, he returned to his first wife to reminisce about their youth. The most pitiful, however, was only me, and oh, his pathetic first wife wasn’t much better off. They say a good horse doesn’t backtrack, right? But they’re together again now. I don’t believe a woman would find satisfaction with a man I’ve already used."

After drinking too much, Luo Li particularly wanted to talk about this matter. She had never told anyone about it, but perhaps it was fate with Qin Mu; she especially loved to discuss relationship matters with her.

"What do you think men really have in mind?"

Luo Li held up her glass, looking a bit drunk.

"Sister Luo, maybe one day you’ll meet a man who’s single, and you’re single, and you two will fall in love and grow old together."

Qin Mu thought Luo Li wasn’t necessarily unlucky with men, but no woman doesn’t yearn for a good relationship. She thought, given Luo Li’s status nowadays, she didn’t need to rely on men. If she desired, she could certainly find someone she connected with.

After saying this, Qin Mu raised her glass again. With Mu Yichen, at least they were honest with each other; because of this, she felt very fortunate.

But now...

Initially, her heart was just feeling blocked, but now it seemed to have grown a lump, and that little lump was growing day by day, destined to become malignant.

No! That day will never come.

But how could she overcome this obstacle and live with him again?

Later, she couldn’t help but drink too much.

When she and Luo Li opened the door to come out, they were both already drunk.

No matter how fuzzy their vision, they still seemed to identify that person.

Luo Li turned her head in confusion upon seeing the two people standing nearby, asking Qin Mu, "Hey! Isn’t that your husband?"

Qin Mu’s eyes were fixed on him. Despite the blur, she still sensed it.

Mu Yichen turned his side, with a cigarette pinched between his fingers, his pitch-black eyes piercing straight into hers, making it impossible to avoid.

At this moment, in Mu Yichen’s eyes, this woman was merely a tipsy woman.

Qin Mu felt a bit ashamed, remaining rational enough to realize she indeed indulged in drinks.

The supervisor came from afar, and Mu Yichen lowly instructed, "Send Miss Luo home!"

"Yes!"

The sound was a bit ethereal, but Luo Li indeed left.

Qin Mu stood there, watching the two Mu Yichens approach her.

Her body was suddenly lifted, the sensation of being airborne made her feel like she was dreaming.

Mu Yichen didn’t utter a single word, just cast her a slightly reproachful look, then carried her straight to the dedicated elevator.

Qin Mu was quiet in his arms, like a well-behaved baby, falling asleep as he carried her up the building.

No matter how deep the resentment might be, perhaps when in his embrace, Qin Mu could sleep peacefully.

Mu Yichen gently placed her on the bed, sat beside her, and watched her turn and face away from him, quietly accompanying her.

He knew her inner self felt conflicted, one side desperately needing him, the other strongly repelling him. Her heart now was a huge, solid, contradictory entity.

Later, it seemed Qin Mu fell asleep, and he left for the office, lighting another cigarette inside.

He didn’t know why, though he warned himself not to wait for her. But when the staff mentioned she was still inside drinking with Luo Li, each woman finishing a bottle of wine, Mu Yichen stood there, smoked a few cigarettes, waiting for her to emerge.

After drinking too much, her entire face seemed to glow, turning rosy, irresistibly making one want to immerse in her.

But he endured, ha!

Mu Yichen even doubted his physical condition, wondering how he had suppressed his feelings lately.

As Mu Yichen went to find a cigarette, he discovered it was the last one remaining. Looking at the metal case with only one cigarette left, he squeezed it for a moment before picking it up—he had already smoked so much in just one day.

Qin Mu felt a headache from drinking, unable to sleep well, dozing off for merely a few minutes, she then groggily got up, looking dejectedly around the familiar room, then towards the door, her gaze turning vacant.

How did she end up drinking so much?

Qin Mu bent her knees, fingers threading through her hair, sighing helplessly.

Where’s Mu Yichen?

She suddenly thought about how he carried her here, only to leave again?

Qin Mu was about to get off the bed when the phone in her nearby purse rang. She picked it up, glanced at it, and instinctively answered, "Hello?"

"Qin Mu, can you come over? I want to talk to you!"

It was a call from Paris, Xiao Wei calling.

Qin Mu could discern Xiao Wei’s need for a meeting, but she no longer had any desire to visit Paris, especially since her father had just passed away, wanting only to stay in Rongcheng.

"Xiao Wei, if it’s about your relationship with Jian Yan, I suggest you have a frank talk with him."

"It’s not about that!"

Qin Mu’s eyes slightly moved; if it weren’t about relationships, what else could prompt Xiao Wei to call, requesting her to come to Paris?

"Please, you must come!"

Xiao Wei earnestly repeated her appeal over the phone.

Qin Mu set down the phone, hugging her knees, headache lingering, forehead pressing onto them.

The door was gently pushed open, producing a very subtle noise, and Qin Mu tightened her legs, unable to lift her gaze.

Mu Yichen stood at the door, cigarette still in hand, but he didn’t smoke.

"Uncomfortable?"

"Mm!"

Mu Yichen’s voice was low, while Qin Mu’s was husky, miserable, as if gravely ill.

Rumor has it that if a loved one passes away without meeting you, she might linger on you for a while, only leaving once her message is conveyed.

Mu Yichen approached, stood beside the bed, lightly supported her head, guided her to slowly lift it, and adeptly massaged her temples with his thumb.

Qin Mu, eyes shut, felt the pain at her temples gradually easing, then instinctively embraced him.

"Mu Yichen, I’m sorry!"

She hugged him tighter, unable to meet his eyes.

Mu Yichen coldly gazed at her, equally speechless.

What did that apology mean?

Mu Yichen couldn’t comprehend, nor did he wish to think too deeply, simply holding her gently, allowing her to embrace him.

"I need to go to Paris, just got a call from Xiao Wei!"

With much difficulty, she uttered these words with her husky voice.

She knew he was displeased, understood his heartache, but...

She abruptly lifted her eyes, gradually discerning his features, seeing his haggard yet concerned expression.

"Go ahead!"