Shu Zeyi didn't say anything, but she sneered in her heart. She was simply courting death by being so arrogant. Mu Shicang was just putting on a show outside, but she really thought she was a dish.
This hint of ridicule was about to show in her eyes, but Mu Shicang instantly slapped her in the face. He explained good-temperedly: "We need to dine together, so I asked her to come and wait for me. She didn't go upstairs, but in the lobby on the first floor. If you don't believe me, ask the security guard there. As for holding hands... I admit, it was my negligence. I attend so many banquets that I always don't pay attention to this habit. As for you saying kiss, no, no, you must have seen it wrong."
Mu Shicang explained every question without any impatience. It was the first time for him to be questioned about his itinerary like a prisoner. But he didn't know if it was because of his mood, but he was not angry at all. He felt quite happy, thinking that this ancestor of the family finally realized that he was very popular and had a sense of crisis.
But for Shu Zeyi, all this seemed very——
It makes me angry and jealous. Am I getting too involved in this drama?
Yang Shushu finally realized that she had strayed from the topic, so she quickly corrected it. She still looked jealous and angry, and even forced herself to show a wronged look. She looked up at Mu Shicang, trying to imitate her original appearance when she was wronged, covering her chest: "But it hurts so much here, it hurts so much that I can't breathe, you...you..."
Mu Shicang: "..." What can he use to save his wife's acting skills at the car accident scene.
"Master Xiaomu, it's almost time." Shu Zeyi couldn't bear to watch it anymore and had to step in to interrupt the scene between the two people that looked like a low-level soap opera.
Mu Shicang looked down at the time. It was really too late. But even though he knew Yang Shushu's expression was fake, he still couldn't bear to let her go. After thinking about it, he simply said, "How about Shushu, will you come with me?"
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment, then quickly took another step back: "You should go first, come back soon, and then we can talk about how you're going to compensate me."
After saying that, he rode his electric bike straight past them without even looking back. When passing by the security guard, he even greeted him. He looked completely different from the aggrieved expression that seemed to be about to cry just now. The security guard was dumbfounded.
Mu Shicang accepted her rapid change very naturally, and even felt that this was his wife. Even if she was acting, her crying look just now made him feel sad.
Shu Zeyi looked at his expression and suddenly realized that maybe what the outside world was saying was not nonsense.
"Let's go." When he spoke again, Mu Shicang was the gentle and elegant, yet cold and ruthless Little Mu Ye.
When the three of them were at the entrance of Hanhai Building, they did not notice that there was a car parked opposite. Because the distance was a bit far, he could not hear what they were saying, and even their expressions were not very clear, but he saw that in the end it was Yang Shushu who left alone on an electric bike.
At that moment, he felt his heart ache. He originally thought he could let go. After all, there was nothing in his life so far that he was obsessed with. But during this period of time, he always thought of her saying to him in a strong but calm tone: "It's all over."
He didn't think about anything when he was busy before, but now no matter how busy he is, he always thinks of her. He even hates himself a little. This is simply the bad nature of most men.
Only when you lose something do you realize it is the best.
He lost it, but others didn't know how to cherish it.
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Yang Shushu didn't expect that Mu Shicang would come back so quickly. It had been less than three hours since he left. This speed caught her off guard. She grabbed a spare rib in astonishment, with meat scraps at the corners of her mouth, and looked blankly at Mu Shicang who walked in.
The spare ribs were made by the housekeeper at noon. He only ate one piece and left it in the kitchen. The housekeeper would naturally throw it away tomorrow.
Mu Shicang was stunned for a moment, then walked into the house in a few strides and snatched half a piece of pork ribs from her hand. Yang Shushu was furious and jumped up: "Why are you so stingy? I just gnawed a piece of pork ribs from you, and I haven't said anything about you going out to have fun with women."
Thinking she was jealous, Mu Shicang was a little happy, but also a little amused: "These are the spare ribs from lunch. They are not fresh. I was afraid that you would get an upset stomach."
Yang Shushu looked at him in bewilderment, and it took her a while to digest what he meant by "not fresh". She jumped up, snatched the ribs from his hand while he wasn't paying attention, and bit off the last bit of meat on them. "Master Xiao Mu, I don't understand your exquisite life. I just know that as long as it's not spoiled, you can eat it. This auntie's cooking is pretty good. Although these ribs are cold, they are still sweet and sour to try."
Mu Shicang helplessly watched her throw the bones directly into the trash can in the living room. He wanted to remind her to throw these wet garbage into the kitchen, but as the words were on the tip of his tongue, a thought flashed through his mind: "Well, whatever, just worship your own ancestors yourself."
Yang Shushu ran to the bathroom to wash her hands, then ran back. Mu Shicang had already changed into his home clothes. When he saw her come back, he smiled and said, "Shushu, I haven't had dinner yet."
Yang Shushu wiped her mouth and said, "Oh, I've eaten."
Mu Shicang: “…”
"Okay, okay, I can make you some fried rice, right?" Seeing Mu Shicang looking at her steadily, not looking angry, nor giving an order, but rather looking a little aggrieved, Yang Shushu gave in.
Mu Shicang nodded: "Okay."
In order to be able to live here in the future, Yang Shushu decided to contribute some labor. It happened that she saw that there was some leftover rice from lunch.
Entering the kitchen, Yang Shushu started to get busy. After a while, the sounds of pots and pans could be heard from inside, followed by a faint smell of oil smoke in the living room. The originally simple and somewhat cold house was suddenly filled with the smell of smoke, and it didn't seem so cold anymore.
Mu Shicang closed his eyes and lay on the sofa with his back. He never knew that he actually liked the smell of oil smoke.
Slowly raising his eyes, he could see busy figures in the kitchen. The images before his eyes overlapped with those in the past. Deep in his memory, he seemed to see a thin and slender figure busy in the kitchen with a spatula. Then a tall figure stood silently behind the thin and slender figure, gently hugging the person in front. The person in front turned around, and the tall figure kissed her on the cheek. The two smiled at each other.
He was probably very young at that time, and the picture was always blurry, but at this moment, the picture gradually became clear, and a strong will forced him to stand up and walk silently towards the kitchen.
Yang Shushu was stirring the fried rice in the pot with a spatula. Suddenly, she felt someone standing behind her and wanted to turn around, but she was hugged from behind, and the spatula in her hand was suspended in mid-air.
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