His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 980 - 284 Unless a Secret Crush Comes True_2

"Yes!"

That single word wasn’t loud, but to some, it carried the weight of a mountain.

"Will that be the last one?"

Qin Mu picked up her drink, took a sip, and only after putting the glass down did she ask this cutting question.

Qiao Yi looked at her and couldn’t help but chuckle: "Xiaomu, you’re really not cute at all!"

Qin Mu...

Mu Yichen shot a glance at Qiao Yi: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Mu Yichen always hated it when these men called his wife Xiaomu. That nickname was just too distinctive.

But they all stubbornly refused to change it, so at this moment, Mu Yichen really wanted to teach him a lesson.

"I hope so!"

Qiao Yi said, letting out a bitter laugh.

He looked at Xi Meng, and Xi Meng looked back at him!

Xi Meng picked up her glass, tilted her head back, and downed the drink in one go. Then she stared at him with anger and, before he could ask, she proactively questioned him: "Then why not get married?"

"Too soon!"

Qiao Yi said, with surprising seriousness.

Even though he’d already drunk enough to turn red-faced and thick-necked, he remained earnestly slouched in the chair, gripping the glass and speaking bluntly to her.

Too soon?

Or was it because it seemed too soon?

"Then can I ask all the ladies present here: is age really such a big deal to you?"

Qiao Yi suddenly shifted his gaze away from Xi Meng’s face, just before he couldn’t hold back anymore. Instead, he turned to the women seated nearby.

The three women clearly didn’t want to engage with him. Sitting beside him, Zhao Huai saw the situation and poured another drink for Qiao Yi: "Let’s have another drink first, and then we can slowly discuss this whole age thing."

Qiao Yi turned his head to look at him, chuckled once, but his throat burned uncomfortably. He couldn’t help but gaze at Xi Meng while drinking.

Xi Meng had no idea what was wrong with him—was he hammered?

"But, I always thought once fate arrived, you’d just go ahead and get engaged and married!"

Jiang Zhiyuan, sensing the conversation wasn’t going well, suddenly chimed in, his wistful gaze landing on An Nan.

An Nan was thrown off by that statement, her nerves tightening. Her originally slouched posture straightened up instantly.

Qin Mu and Helian Hao were both deeply unimpressed.

If you’ve got the guts, say it outright: "An Nan, I want to get engaged to you. I want to marry you. I want us to have kids."

But no, you only play coy...

"Don’t you all feel the same way?"

Jiang Zhiyuan noticed nobody wanted to respond, so he asked again.

"Among all of us here, aside from Yichen, you’re the one most afraid of not sealing the deal, aren’t you?"

Zhao Huai joked.

"Yichen can worry about Xiaomu running off, why can’t I be worried about my woman running off with someone else? Especially when she’s surrounded by so many flies!"

As Jiang Zhiyuan reached the end of his sentence, his gaze drifted toward An Nan again. An Nan pretended not to understand and lowered her eyes to focus on her food.

Helian Hao covered her mouth as she leaned in close to Qin Mu to whisper. The two shared a quiet moment, unmistakably gossiping about Jiang Zhiyuan.

As Qin Mu was listening to Helian Hao’s rant, her phone buzzed, prompting her to take it out and check.

Jiang Zhiyuan: "Damn! What’s going on? Why is this woman avoiding my passionate gaze?"

Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis: "How would I know?"

Jiang Zhiyuan: "Xiaomu, aren’t you my love advisor?"

Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis: "? You must be mistaken!"

Qin Mu lifted her eyes to glance at Jiang Zhiyuan. He was bowing his head furiously texting her.

Mu Yichen, watching the two of them huddled over their phones, unconsciously sighed: "Eat!"

When the one footing the bill calls for eating, everyone picks up their chopsticks in a hurry.

But Qiao Yi still had his gaze fixed on Xi Meng. Xi Meng had considered leaving several times, but on second thought, he had dared to sit there, and she was invited. Why should she leave because of him?

So! Out of stubbornness! She stayed!

"Old Qiao, let’s have a toast!"

Jing Feng suddenly stood up, walked behind Qiao Yi, and took the bottle to pour him a drink personally.

Qiao Yi’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Normally, Chief Prosecutor Jing wasn’t like this—he actually humbled himself to serve drinks to a brother.

"Damn! I feel like my whole body is burning. You didn’t poison this drink, did you?"

Qiao Yi stared at the drink Jing Feng was pouring into his glass and asked.

"If that drink were poisoned, would you still dare to drink it?"

Jing Feng retracted his lowered gaze and looked at him, asking.

"Ha! Even if it kills me, I’d still drink!"

Qiao Yi suddenly let out a cold laugh, then raised the drink and downed it.

"By the way, is Secretary Xi really going to marry that fiancé of hers?"

"Yeah! Next week. I should start applying for marriage leave tomorrow!" freeweɓnøvel~com

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