When Yang Shushu returned home, Mu Shicang was still not at home. She arranged for Yu Xinggui to sleep in her room, and she sat down in the living room with the phone in her hand. After some hesitation, she finally decided to dial the number that she seldom called.
But when she finally dialed the number, what she heard was not the sound of the call being connected, but a familiar female voice on a computer, indicating that the phone was turned off.
She stared at the phone for a while, until the blind tone rang for a long time, she came back to her senses, threw the phone on the sofa, wiped her face, and was a little confused. She didn't know where this depressed mood came from.
Yu Xinggui came downstairs and saw her throwing away the phone, wiping her face and then covering her face. He thought she was crying and stood there, not knowing whether he should go up to her.
At the same time, Mu Shicang threw the phone to the co-pilot seat next to him, reached out to untie his tie, and loosened two buttons.
The power outage doesn’t happen earlier or later, but it has to happen at this time.
By the time Mu Shicang arrived downstairs at Jihe Advertising, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The building was completely dark, and only a small light was on in the lobby downstairs.
He sat in the car and exhaled heavily, picked up the phone on the passenger seat again and tried to turn it on, but there was no response. He didn't stay any longer and turned the car around.
When Mu Shicang returned home, the living room was pitch black and his heart sank.
The person didn’t come back?
He didn't even turn on the light when he entered the house. He grabbed the phone and rushed into his room. But halfway through, he heard a sound from the living room downstairs. He stopped cautiously and then heard Yang Shushu's confused voice: "So late?"
Mu Shicang's figure suddenly trembled in the darkness, and then he turned around and rushed towards the sofa in the living room.
His speed was too fast. Yang Shushu was half asleep and had no time to react. She was immediately held tightly in his arms, strangling her so hard that she couldn't breathe.
Yang Shushu raised her hands to struggle, but heard Hei's trembling voice: "That's great."
There was nothing else in it, only these three words, but Yang Shushu seemed to feel the deepest part of his heart. She was a little unsure, or perhaps she didn't want to admit it, worried that she was just being sentimental.
"You... strangled me." She patted his back and asked him to let go.
But he didn't react at all. Instead, he hugged her tighter, buried his face deeply in her neck, and breathed hard, as if this could prove her existence.
Yang Shushu felt a little unfamiliar with Mu Shicang like this. She didn't know how to react for a moment, and gradually gave up struggling. Instead, she gently patted his back: "I'm fine, really."
Mu Shicang never spoke a word. He just held her quietly. There were neon lights high up outside the window, and the lights in the room flickered. The usually restless atmosphere between the two of them now seemed like a stream flowing slowly, calm and peaceful, making people relax unconsciously.
Yang Shushu half tilted her head back, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, feeling somewhat confused. Was she just feeling - sorry for Mu Shicang?
But why would she feel bad? Did Xiao Mu need her to feel bad? He had everything he wanted, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and was much happier than an orphan like her. Did she need to feel bad?
Yes, objectively speaking, it’s not necessary, but—
She glanced towards Mu Shicang's room.
But even though Little Mu Ye has everything he wants, there are also things he can’t get.
Yang Shushu's thoughts were drifting, and then she suddenly felt her neck begin to itch. Something warm and soft brushed against the most sensitive flesh on her neck, making her whole body go numb almost instantly.
"Well……"
Mu Shicang was kicked off guard and fell directly on the sofa. He rubbed his head with one hand and covered his stomach with the other hand, with a distorted expression. He married a wife with skills, but it was so difficult to even be intimate with her.
At the moment when Yang Shushu was furious, she grabbed his hair with one hand, clenched her fist with the other hand, and hit him directly in the abdomen.
Her strength was not great for Mu Shicang, but the sudden attack caught him off guard even though he was immersed in the sweet beauty, and he was directly punched.
"Shushu, I'm worried about you. Can't you comfort me a little?" He sat up, rubbing his stomach aggrievedly.
Yang Shushu raised her hand and measured him again: "You came in and strangled me. I haven't settled the score with you yet, why should I comfort you?"
Mu Shicang suddenly stopped talking again. The rainbow light outside the window flashed and hit his face. Yang Shushu saw his silent face without smiling. Unlike his previous fake smile, this silence was so real that it made people feel that this was Mu Shicang.
"Do you know that Zuo Jinheng has a lot of crazy fans?" he asked suddenly.
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I know a little."
"Those people are crazy. Once Zuo Jinheng falls in love with someone and there's evidence, the other party will retaliate. So even though he's been involved in a lot of rumors over the years, there's no real, substantive evidence. I remember a few years ago, he was with a girl outside the entertainment industry. He seemed quite serious at the time, but not long after, someone threw sulfuric acid on her and disfigured her on the street."
Yang Shushu was stunned. She had never heard of this before?
"I only heard that two years ago a female singer had an affair with him, and she ended up getting pelted with eggs and rotten vegetables..."
"That incident had such a huge impact, how could their family let it get out? They suppressed it a long time ago, and very few people know the truth."
At this point, a sinister look flashed in Mu Shicang's eyes: "Zuo Jinheng knew that there was such a lunatic behind him, but he didn't find the paparazzi in time to buy the photos back. He deserves to die."
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