Chapter 66 Marry Me

It was learned that Huo Min's mother threatened to commit suicide in order to force him to marry.

Mu Yuan pondered for a few seconds before speaking cautiously: "Mr. Huo, if it's anything else, I will definitely do my best to help you, but this is really a bit difficult for me."

The dishes were served. The top-quality steaks sourced directly from abroad were perfect in appearance and presented on a high-end plating.

Huo Min lowered his eyes, picked up his knife and fork, and cut off the conversation: "Eat it while it's hot."

"Okay..." Mu Yuan pursed her lips helplessly, then picked up the knife and fork and cut halfway into the beef.

The plate was taken away.

She quickly raised her eyes and saw that he had given her the plate of food he had cut.

Mu Yuan was surprised, but she quickly said, "Thank you."

A faint smile hung on his handsome face: "You're welcome."

Mu Yuan couldn't help but look at him twice more.

In terms of appearance and conditions, Huo Min is the best among the opposite sex. How could he be short of a marriage partner?

Moreover, she clearly remembered that he had a rumored girlfriend, a supermodel - Don Nana.

She boldly asked, "Mr. Huo, excuse me, isn't your girlfriend Tang Nana? Why don't you just marry her?"

He raised his brow slightly.

Mu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and she regretted asking about other people's privacy too hastily.

Unexpectedly, he didn't hide anything at all, but said openly: "My mother just doesn't agree with my relationship with her, so she forced me to get married."

Mu Yuan, having tasted the sweetness of the melon, lowered his guard considerably and smacked his lips, "You're telling me so bluntly, aren't you afraid that I'll leak it out?"

He was calm and composed: "Can you?"

Mu Yuan immediately said firmly: "Of course not!"

He curled his lips slightly, lowered his eyes, and resumed cutting the steak. He said simply, "Eat."

Mu Yuan didn't know how to ask.

But he never mentioned marriage again.

After eating, he drove her home like a gentleman.

Arriving downstairs at the rental house, Mu Yuan hurriedly thanked him. She put her slender fingers around the doorknob. Before opening it, she couldn't help but glance sideways and took the initiative: "Thank you for your treat. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Please rest assured that I will never tell anyone about what happened tonight."

He stood upright, his profile half-lit and half-dark, his coldness adding a touch of laziness, his thin lips casually curled up: "Well, good night."

Mu Yuan smiled: "Good night, goodbye." Then she opened the door and got out of the car.

There was a big temperature difference between inside and outside the car. As soon as Mu Yuan got out of the car, he shivered from the cold.

She hurried up the stairs, eager to return to her warm little house.

I just didn't expect to see the desperate scene of the luggage abandoned alone at the door.

Looking at the tightly closed door, she inserted the key and found that the lock cylinder had been changed.

Mu Yuan took out his cell phone and called the landlord with trembling hands.

The call was answered halfway through the ringing.

Mu Yuan was furious: "Hey? Landlord, why did you throw my luggage out of the room? And change my locks?"

The landlord said vaguely: "My son is coming back to live here on New Year's Day, so I won't rent it to you anymore."

Mu Yuan was furious: "But I'm still within the lease period. You can't just kick me out of the house like this. Even if you don't rent it to me, you should wait until my lease period is over. Your behavior now is equivalent to a breach of contract!"

The other party said lightly: "It's not my signature on the contract, I didn't breach the contract."

Mu Yuan's brows knitted tightly together: "What do you mean by that?"

The landlord directly denied it: "Anyway, it wasn't me who signed the contract with you. Go find the person who signed the contract with you... Ding ding ding." The phone was hung up.

Mu Yuan just remembered that when she signed the contract, the landlord said that he was in hospital and sent a so-called relative to sign the contract with her. She didn't think much about it at the time, but now she realized that he had planned it all along.

She called the landlord back, but the phone was turned off.

Mu Yuan's hand holding the phone slipped away in an instant, feeling helpless and desperate.

"Bang." Fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky to celebrate New Year's Day in advance.

So gorgeous, festive, and colorful.

But she had no part in this universal celebration.

The house faces northwest, which makes it cool in winter and warm in summer, so the rent is cheap.

Now, in the early morning, the wind from the northwest is so cold that it can blow off a person's skin.

Mu Yuan's hands and feet felt cold, so he called the police.

From reporting the case to taking the statement, it was already 3 a.m.

Sitting on the iron chair in the police station made Mu Yuan feel even colder physically and mentally. She clasped her hands together helplessly, waiting for the police officer on duty to come and handle the case.

In front of her were two large light green suitcases, which only added to the misery of her situation.

She couldn't stand the cold, so she put her hands together and exhaled into her palms.

But the warmth provided by the heat is too short-lived, and after it comes, we are faced with even more unbearable cold.

A message popped up on my phone: [Sister, Daqiang brought a large group of people to our house and said that if we don't get 1 million by Friday, they'll demolish our old house.]

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Mu Yuan threw the phone back into his arms, rubbed his hands back and forth, and blew on them. His vision gradually became blurred and was completely blocked by the fog.

"Mu Gong."

She looked up at the sound and saw clearly that the person in front of her was Huo Min's special assistant: Han Zhu.

Her mind was in a mess: "Han Zhu? Why are you here?"

"Boss Huo assigned me to handle your case. Please go out first. Boss Huo is outside."

Mu Yuan was stunned.

See Huo Min again.

He folded his arms across his chest, his nearly 1.9-meter-tall body leaning lazily against the car body, his dark pupils looking deep and unfathomable due to the backlight.

"Why are you crying?"

Is she crying?

Mu Yuan froze.

The cold wind blew on her face, bringing a chill. Mu Yuan found that tears had already started to fall without her noticing.

She brushed it away hastily.

A tissue appeared in front of my sight.

I looked up in surprise and met his face, which looked particularly handsome and profound under the night sky.

He said in a casual tone, "You didn't cry when you jumped off the building, but you're crying now. Your vulnerability is really putting the cart before the horse."

Mu Yuan shyly took the tissue and said, "Thank you, but the wind was too strong and the dust got into my eyes. I wasn't crying."

Huo Min curled his lips but didn't expose her: "It was too dark, I saw it wrongly."

Mu Yuan paused wiping and met his black eyes filled with a mischievous smile. The slight chill on her cheek was covered by warmth.

The sky was once again filled with fireworks, and at this point in time, they were set off with absolute abandon.

But considering the holiday, people are more happy than angry.

Colorful light and shadow slid across his black eyelashes, black pupils, straight nose, and smooth outlines. The moment the light and shadow disappeared, his mood darkened, and a feeling of loneliness lingered, which was hard to ignore.

She then realized that there were other people who, like her, were excluded from the holiday joy.

The sudden feeling of finding a kindred spirit touched the deepest empathy in her soul.

He suddenly lowered his eyes and looked sideways.

Mu Yuan's eyelashes trembled unconsciously: "If we get married, can I put forward a condition?"

His dark eyes moved slightly without any expression: "You say."

It was hard to say, but Mu Yuan had no other choice but to ask, "Can you give me 1 million?"

The wind blew through the branches, stirred the dead leaves, and blew into her face, making her nervous face even paler.

She looked at him uneasily, only to see him raise his eyebrows slightly: "One million?"

Mu Yuan clenched her hands on both sides of her body: "If you can't accept it, then so be it..."

He interrupted calmly: "One million is enough?"

Mu Yuan's almond-shaped eyes widened immediately.

“That’s enough!”

He nodded lightly and said readily, "Okay."

My wandering thoughts gradually returned to normal.

Memories made Mu Yuan's eyes more complicated.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He was like a beam of light, shining brightly into her barren life. As winter passed and spring came, new buds emerged from the barren soil, slowly nourishing it and growing into a flower field.

In the final analysis, she just couldn't believe it.

One day, the light will stay for her.

After all, she had no capital to leave any light behind.