Chapter 468 Tell me how good he is to you

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and quickly stepped forward to stop the surveyor who was organizing the equipment, her voice hoarse with barely concealed urges, "Sir, how much longer?"

"It'll be quick, just need to sign the confirmation form one last time."

The surveyor deftly pulled out the documents and pen and handed them to Cui Xiao.

She practically snatched the pen, her fingertips trembling slightly from the force, and signed her name in a flamboyant manner. Without even unscrewing the cap, she stuffed it into her bag and turned to rush towards the driver's side door.

But as soon as her wrist touched the car door handle, it was gripped tightly by an icy hand.

It's Zhou Mubin.

He had just finished explaining the repair arrangements after the damage assessment to the surveyor, his fingertips still damp with the cool ink from the invoice, when he applied surprisingly strong pressure, instantly making the faded red marks on her wrist bright again.

"In a hurry to leave?"

Zhou Mubin's gaze swept across her constantly lighting phone screen like a searchlight, his brows furrowing into a deep furrow, his tone carrying a restrained scrutiny, "Who exactly are you hiding at home that makes you so distracted?"

Cui Xiao felt a chill run down her spine, as if someone had stepped on her most secret tail. She subconsciously hid her phone behind her back, and cold sweat seeped out from her back.

"It's none of your business."

But as soon as she finished speaking, her phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated violently, the screen shining brightly in her palm.

Zhou Mubin's gaze, like a precise radar, instantly locked onto the two words flashing on the screen.

baby.

Her husband?

The faint sound of her daughter's soft "Mommy" came through the receiver. Those two short words exploded in Cui Xiao's ears like thunder, and she almost reflexively pressed the hang-up button.

My fingers were shaking so badly that I almost dropped my phone.

I don't know if he heard me or not, but what if he did...

Cui Xiao couldn't imagine it.

Zhou Mubin's brows furrowed instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily, his breath caught in his throat for half a second, and his voice suddenly changed tone, "Baby?"

He took a sudden step closer, his tall figure exuding a strong sense of oppression. His breath, a mixture of tobacco smoke and the chill of the night wind, hit Cui Xiao's face directly. "Cui Xiao, are you married?"

Cui Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems he didn't hear it.

It's good that you didn't hear it.

If Zhou Mubin knew about his daughter's existence, he would definitely do everything in his power to fight for custody of the child.

Given Zhou Mubin's abilities and the Zhou family's background, Cui Xiao has no chance of winning.

She dared not look into Zhou Mubin's eyes. Those eyes, once filled with tenderness, were now churning with shock, doubt, and a hint of panic that she couldn't understand, like a whirlpool trying to suck her in.

In order to completely extinguish his hopes, and also to protect his daughter, his last weakness.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to raise her head, suppressing the tremor in her voice, and said calmly, "Yes, I got married. I got married the second year after I left Hong Kong, and he treats me very well."

"very good?"

Zhou Mubin suddenly chuckled softly, the laughter rolling out of his throat with a chilling, broken quality that sent shivers down Cui Xiao's spine.

He suddenly tightened his grip on her wrist, causing Cui Xiao to groan in pain, her eyes instantly turning red.

The bloodshot veins in his eyes spread at a visible speed. Jealousy, like wildly growing thorns, tightly bound his heart, making even breathing a sharp pain.

Five years ago, she left without saying goodbye, and he lay on a hospital bed, his fate unknown.

He waited for her for five years, waiting for her to change her mind and come back to him.

But she got married the year after she left. His five years of obsession and waiting were nothing more than a trivial joke in her eyes.

Cui Xiao struggled desperately to pull her hand away, but her wrist was gripped so tightly that it ached terribly. The old wound combined with the new pain brought tears to her eyes. "Let go of me, Zhou Mubin, you're hurting me."

But instead of loosening his grip, he tightened it even more, slamming her against the cold car body, his tall figure looming over her like a mountain.

Zhou Mubin's eyes were filled with overwhelming anger and resentment. "Very good? Then tell me, how good is he to you? Can he compare to how good I am to you?"

His voice trembled with barely perceptible sobs, without him even realizing it. "Do you know how disappointed I was when you weren't the first person I saw after I woke up? Do you know how furious I was when I went to your company to find you after I was discharged from the hospital and learned that you had resigned and left Hotport City?"

Cui Xiao finally couldn't hold back his tears and they fell. The hot tears hit the back of his hand, burning his fingertips.

Those memories she had deliberately buried deep inside made her heart ache.

She turned her face away, unable to bear looking at his pained expression. "It's all in the past, Zhou Mubin. Those things are long gone. We've ended things a long time ago."

He abruptly released her hand, took two steps back as if burned, pointed at her pocket, and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't get past this, Cui Xiao. I really want to know what kind of man could make you decide to marry him after knowing him for only a year."

They even added "baby" in the notes, which shows their relationship is exceptionally good.

Upon hearing this, Cui Xiao's body instantly stiffened, her face turned as pale as paper, and even her lips lost all color.

She doesn't have a husband.

Cui Xiao suddenly raised her head, trying her best to remain calm, but the trembling in her voice betrayed her panic, "This is my family matter, it has nothing to do with you. Zhou Mubin, let go."

She took a half step back, her hand stealthily reaching for the car door handle, wanting nothing more than to start the car immediately and escape this suffocating place.

Zhou Mubin seemed to have heard a joke. He stepped forward and blocked the car door again. The bloodshot in his eyes hadn't faded, but his tone was now firm and unyielding. "You were just rear-ended. Your hands are shaking. How can you drive? I'll take you home. That's a must."

He walked around to the driver's seat and reached for the car key, his movements so fast that Cui Xiao had no time to stop him.

"Zhou Mubin, stop messing around."

Cui Xiao pressed hard on the keyhole, her fingertips turning white from the force. "I called a ride-hailing service, it'll be here soon."

As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and swiped randomly, pretending to look at orders, but inside she was panicking.

She didn't actually call a car; she just wanted to scare him away.

My daughter refuses to go to sleep; she insists on waiting until I get home.

If Zhou Mubin were to follow him downstairs, even just catching a glimpse of the child could cause a huge uproar.

Zhou Mubin glanced at her lit-up phone screen, which didn't have a ride-hailing app interface at all. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Ride-hailing? Where's the order? Cui Xiao, don't try to play these tricks on me."

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her out of the driver's seat, and ignoring her struggles, shoved her towards the passenger side of his Bentley. "Either I'll drive you, or we'll wait here until dawn. I can afford to wait anyway."