Mu Shicang sat on the milky white fabric sofa. The sofa was slightly worn, as if telling about its age.
Yang Shushu walked to the opposite side of him and sat down. Mu Shicang was stunned again. In the past, Yang Shushu would not dare to sit at this time, and would usually stand aside timidly.
His eyes became scrutinizing again, and this time Yang Shushu was a little confused. In the past, Yang Shushu rarely met Mu Shicang after marriage, and most of the time she was confused and nervous, and didn't pay attention to her own behavior at all, so Yang Shushu didn't understand such details.
"Did you threaten grandpa just now?" Mu Shicang asked straight to the point. His attitude was not aggressive, but his innate aura was enough to make the original Yang Shushu tremble with fear.
Yang Shushu actually wanted to tremble at this time, but her acting skills were not good, so she could only remain silent.
"Yang Shushu, you are getting bolder and bolder. When you saw grandpa before, you couldn't even speak clearly. Now you not only dare to talk back, but also dare to threaten me?" Mu Shicang's tone was not harsh, and he even smiled, but it was hard to tell what this smile meant.
In Yang Shushu's eyes, he was a changeable person who was sometimes good and sometimes crazy.
So, she wasn't surprised by his smile. She didn't even bother to guess what he meant. She replied with a fearless attitude, "I'm not afraid of death, so what else is there to be afraid of?"
Mu Shicang thought about it and actually felt that this made a lot of sense, and he had no way to refute it.
"After dying once, I've become more open-minded. Yang Shushu, do you really want to divorce me?" Mu Shicang pushed his glasses, leaned against the sofa, and looked straight at him. His eyes seemed gentle, but not warm at all.
Yang Shushu didn't shy away from the question and nodded. "Actually, now that things have come to this, divorce is a good idea. Look, the whole internet is saying you'll definitely divorce me. If you don't, you'll become a laughing stock. How about... let's get the paperwork done tomorrow?"
Yang Shushu feels like she is a little angel, so considerate of others.
But Mu Shicang didn't appreciate it. He was like a mental patient with intermittent seizures. Just a moment ago, he was as dignified as a prince, and the next second he turned into a red-eyed demon. He jumped up from the sofa and pounced on her. He grabbed her neck with one hand, stared down at her eyes sinisterly, and smiled, "You're dreaming."
Yang Shushu's breathing suddenly stopped, her pupils constricted with fear, reflecting a distorted smile. You could say he was still handsome, or you could say he was as sick as a madman. Anyway, those red eyes looked so familiar to her, exactly the same as when she just woke up, like a madman ready to bite people at any time. At this moment, she believed that he could really strangle her to death, with a strong hatred.
But--
What did he hate? Why did he hate her? In Yang Shushu's memory, it seemed that they had no previous interactions, let alone any hatred. Where did this hatred come from? Could it be that the original body had done something without her knowing?
Yang Shushu held Mu Shicang's wrist tightly with both hands, fearing that he would really kill her and strangle her. She had finally come back to life, and she had to cherish her original life as well. How could she die like this?
"Mu...Shi...Cang..." She called out his name with difficulty. Mu Shicang seemed to wake up suddenly, his hand loosened suddenly, but he did not move away. He just knelt on one leg on the sofa, supporting the back of the sofa with one hand, and looked down at Yang Shushu who was gasping and coughing violently.
"Mu Shicang, I strongly suggest that you go to a mental hospital for a check-up." Yang Shushu finally calmed down and was able to speak normally. She pushed away Mu Shicang who was pressing in front of her, then stood up and took a step back.
Mu Shicang fell directly onto the sofa, raised his eyes to glance at her and smiled, as gentle as water, and unexpectedly returned to his usual elegant appearance.
"Yang Shushu, I advise you to give up the idea of divorce. You may think that I wouldn't dare to kill you, but I definitely have a way to make your parents and brother wish they were dead."
"...I really don't care about Yang Li..." Yang Shushu muttered softly, but in the end she compromised because of the parents: "Oh."
But Mu Shicang was still not satisfied with her attitude, and emphasized it again: "Remember, be honest and cooperative, and maybe you can be free sooner."
Yang Shushu curled the corner of her mouth and responded with a smile, thinking to herself: Do you also know that you are now illegally threatening and imprisoned?
At this time, Mu Shicang glanced around the living room and frowned: "Why is it so chaotic here? I am usually like this?"
Yang Shushu glanced at Chunxiao, who was eavesdropping outside the door, and laughed. She rubbed her neck and said, "I'm the young lady. Cleaning is not my responsibility."
Mu Shicang followed her and glanced towards the door. Chunxiao had already hidden to the side, gritting her teeth in hatred behind the door. To Mu Shicang's surprise, he didn't say anything. He just nodded and stood up: "I won't go back tonight. I'll pack up before tonight."
He didn't look at Yang Shushu when he said this. After he finished speaking, he looked at her: "You, come with me to the front and apologize to grandpa."
Yang Shushu wanted to say "Why?", but after thinking about it, she gave up. Some of her behaviors now are very different from before. This can be understood as self-release after suicide, but if it is too much, it may still arouse suspicion. It is better to take it slowly.
After a moment of silence, Yang Shushu nodded.
The two walked out of the small white house. Chun Xiao had already started cleaning the doorway. When she saw Mu Shicang, she shyly called him "Young Master". Unfortunately, Mu Shicang didn't look at her.
When the two of them walked a distance away, she immediately dropped the broom, turned around and ran to the back of the house, taking out the phone in her hand as she ran.
At this time, Mu Shicang, who had walked some distance, suddenly turned around and looked towards the house. The road was a straight line. Although there was some distance, he could still see the main door of the house. However, the figure who was originally cleaning at the door of the house was no longer visible. There was only a broom thrown there.
Yang Shushu looked back at him curiously. When she saw no one, she couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you give your maids any on-the-job training?"
Mu Shicang curled up the corners of his mouth and laughed. His glasses reflected the sunlight, so his eyes couldn't be seen. But with the curve of his mouth, one could inexplicably imagine the depth in his eyes: "Maybe the training was too good."
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