Chapter 2022 I Like You a Little Bit

Mu Xin came out of the cloakroom and saw He Yiming walking into the room, so she asked, "Are you done playing cards?"

He Yiming smiled at her and said, "Well, since Gu Hanye doesn't want to play anymore, we'll go our separate ways."

Mu Xin nodded and said, "I'm looking for a quilt. You can sleep on the bed tonight and I'll sleep on the sofa."

He Yiming sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Mu Xin tucked her hair behind her ears uncomfortably. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

"No," He Yiming shifted his gaze, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you can just sleep on the bed."

Mu Xin smiled and said, "You're tall and can't even stretch your legs straight on the sofa. I'm sleeping just fine, so don't argue with me."

While she was talking, He Yiming stood up from the bed and came to her.

He smelled of alcohol because he had two extra drinks at dinner, and his eyes were drunken.

Mu Xin looked up at him. Being stared at by He Yiming's deep eyes, she suddenly felt a little flustered and took a step back involuntarily. However, there was a wall behind her and she had no way to retreat.

He Yiming leaned one arm against the wall and continued to stare closely into her eyes. "You seem absent-minded today. What happened?"

His eyes lingered on her lips and neck.

Mu Xin's heartbeat quickened a little. The way He Yiming looked at her today seemed too direct. He had rarely done that before, which made her feel a little strange.

"I'm fine." Mu Xin replied.

"Is it because..." He spoke slowly because he had been drinking. He raised his hand and touched the kiss mark on her neck. "Did you meet him again and rekindle your old feelings?"

"No," Mu Xin dodged his hand and lowered her head: "I just feel uncomfortable."

"Still in love with him?"

Mu Xin didn't answer.

He Yiming continued to ask, "Is that why you're urging me to get a divorce? Do you want to get back together with him sooner?"

Mu Xin was even more confused by his question. "Brother Yiming, can we change the subject? I don't want to discuss his affairs. Whether we get a divorce or not has nothing to do with him."

I wanted a divorce because the agreed two-year period had expired.

As for getting back together with Fu Zichen, Mu Xin didn't consider it. Even though she had wavered in her heart, she didn't consider getting back together rationally.

She couldn't forgive Fu Zichen and her best friend for what they had done. Even if it was just a casual act, it was done. Mu Xin couldn't get over it and felt disgusted.

What was even more difficult to forgive was Fu Zichen's initial distrust of her.

He Yiming withdrew his arm and glanced at the bottle of champagne on the cabinet next to him: "Didn't you say you would have a drink with me before going to bed? Come on, have a drink before going to sleep."

"You've already drunk a lot, why don't you just forget it..."

"It's just a glass of champagne, not that serious." He Yiming said as he picked up the bottle of wine.

Mu Xin remembered the look Fu Zichen gave her when he took the bottle of wine from his uncle. At that time, he was thinking of sitting down with her and having a drink together.

Thinking of this, she immediately stopped herself and shook her head.

What's going on today? I think about that guy again and again.

"Okay, you open it, I'll get the cup."

Mu Xin went to the outer room to get two champagne glasses, and He Yiming walked to the large balcony of the bedroom. There was a small oval table on the balcony with two chairs beside the table. He Yiming pulled out a chair and sat down.

At this time, he had taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt with his cuffs rolled up and four buttons open at the collar, revealing his chest muscles.

Mu Xin shifted her gaze away, sat down on the chair, and placed the cup on the table.

He Yiming poured her some wine, and they both picked up their glasses. Mu Xin gently shook the glass and smelled the wine.

The taste of champagne that is hundreds of years old does not get better with age, but Mu Xin likes aged wine.

New wine is too clear and has a frivolous taste, while aged wine is richer and has a sense of solemnity that comes from years of sedimentation.

This was true for both wine and people. She was nostalgic, which was why she had spent three years unable to forget Fu Zichen...

He Yiming took the initiative to touch her glass: "Cheers to the moon tonight."

Mu Xin smiled, took a sip of wine, and looked out the window. The moonlight was bright but a little cold tonight, perhaps because it was autumn.

Clouds occasionally covered the moon in the sky, but the wind blew at night and the clouds were quickly blown away.

Mu Xin was staring at the moon in the sky in a daze when she suddenly felt the gaze of the people around her.

She turned her head and asked with a smile: "Brother Yiming, what's wrong today? Do you have anything to say to me?"

But he withdrew his gaze, looked out the window gloomily, and then drank the wine in the glass.

Mu Xin also drank it all and placed the glass on the table. He Yiming poured her another glass and said, "It just reminds me of the first time I met you, on a night like this."

Mu Xin was slightly stunned. She had never heard He Yiming talk about the first time he met her.

She thought that they were neighbors and there was no such thing as a first meeting. They just lived in adjacent villas and saw each other every day.

He Yiming continued, saying that that night, after he finished work, he felt dizzy and walked out of the villa to take a walk nearby.

Unexpectedly, I met her who was also taking a walk late at night. She was alone, wrapped in a red shawl. Her body looked very thin, and it felt like she was about to be blown away by the sea breeze.

She looked lonely at the time, and it was late at night, walking out of the community alone. He Yiming was a little worried and curious, wanting to know where she was going.

So he followed her all the way to the seaside.

She shouted something to the dark sea in the middle of the night, which left a deep impression on him.

Mu Xin remembered what she had shouted.

Fu Zichen, you son of a bitch! This is what she shouted.

After she shouted and vented her emotions, she walked back to the community alone.

From that day on, He Yiming noticed her, and in the process of observing her, he gradually learned a lot about her.

I know her name, her favorite food, the people she likes and hates, her favorite clothes and shoes, and even her menstrual period.

Because she always has stomach pain during her menstrual period, she would ask someone to buy her some painkillers.

The more Mu Xin listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Brother Yiming's attention to her seemed to go beyond a normal neighborly relationship.

She looked at He Yiming, a little hesitant to think about it carefully.

But He Yiming still said what she dared not think. He took a sip of wine and said, "I did like you a little bit, before we got married."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at her. "But I didn't lie to you. The reason for getting married and my mom's urging are all true. I'm not a liar. I just..."

He smiled bitterly: "I just like you a little, so I want to help you."

Mu Xin suddenly didn't know what to say. Should this be considered a confession?