Life with Mu Shicang became more and more like that of an ordinary couple. During the day, Yang Shushu would go to her parents' house to help, and at noon, Mu Shicang would often come to Yang's house to eat. In the evening, the two would go home, buy good things at the supermarket, and cook at home.
Today's refrigerators are no longer filled with imported high-end goods, but have everything from low to high-end. Home drinks are no longer limited to red wine and the shockingly expensive CHATELDON royal drinking water, but there are now various fruit juices and yogurts at different prices. Occasionally, you will see some fruit juice wines with beautiful bottles but not necessarily good taste.
Things at home have changed, but Mu Shicang's mood is getting better and better. Although he wants to exercise his rights as a husband, he can never find the opportunity. Or maybe his wife is too strong and has good skills, and he can't bear to use force, so he can only endure it.
But their relationship is no different from that of an ordinary couple.
In the office, Mu Shicang originally had a photo of him and his parents when he was a child. Now there was another photo next to that one, which was of him and Yang Shushu. After dinner that night, his wife kicked him to wash the dishes. They had agreed that one would cook and the other would wash the dishes.
His wife appeared behind him with a cell phone in her hand, then jumped onto his back and captured the scene when he was caught off guard.
In the photo, Yang Shushu was laughing heartily, her whole face was filled with smiles, and although Mu Shicang had a stunned expression, his eyes were filled with tenderness and doting. It was not the kind of superficial tenderness that he showed in front of others, but a warmth that reached deep into his eyes and the bottom of his soul.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, the knock was quite urgent. He looked up at the door, as if he had guessed who was outside. He put the photo in place and took another look. Only then did he hide the tenderness in his eyes and return to the aura of Xiao Muye: "Come in."
Wang Qiaoran rushed in with a piece of paper in her hand and an ugly look on her face: "Boss Mu, what do you mean?"
She slammed the paper on the desk, her face turned pale, her lips became even redder, and she looked at Mu Shicang with eyes filled with confusion, anger, sadness, and hatred that she wanted to reveal but didn't dare to.
Mu Shicang crossed his hands and placed them on the table. He looked up at her and smiled: "Sit down and talk slowly."
Wang Qiaoran's chest heaved. She took a few deep breaths before she managed to calm herself down. She sat down opposite him and said, "Mr. Mu, I hope you can give me a reasonable reason."
Mu Shicang raised the corner of his mouth: "Qiao Ran, we have known each other for many years, and we should have been able to part ways amicably, but you insist on asking me for clarification today, so let me ask you this first, 'Do you think what you did is really foolproof?'"
Wang Qiaoran's heart trembled, and her eyes drifted to the right unconsciously for a moment, but she quickly recovered and looked him straight in the face: "Mr. Mu, I don't understand what you mean."
Mu Shicang retracted his right hand, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes full of life, as if he had just met Wang Qiaoran today: "Qiaoran, it wasn't until today that I realized that maybe I really didn't know you before. Haha... Of course, this is my fault. After all, I don't have high requirements for my subordinates. As long as they are outstanding in their work, that's enough. As for what kind of person he is, I don't care, it's just..."
He paused and suddenly closed his mouth, staring straight at Wang Qiaoran with his fake smile like the sun being covered by a sudden dark cloud, and his whole body became cold and gloomy.
"Wang Qiaoran, you shouldn't have set your mind on me, let alone my people. This is my most tolerant way of dealing with you. Of course, you can also give up, like Yan Yan did."
Yesterday, Yan Yan was taken away by the police, saying that she was involved in a case of instigating kidnapping. After she left, the company immediately expelled her.
Wang Qiaoran's hand trembled slightly: "But what does it have to do with me? I didn't do anything."
"Yeah, you didn't do anything wrong. You just cleverly put the knife in front of her, and she stupidly took it."
Mu Shicang slowly sat up straight and leaned against the leather chair: "Qiao Ran, from a certain perspective, we are the same type of people. We are good at hypocrisy and pretending, right?"
Wang Qiaoran would sit across from him, hands clasped under the table, eyes fixed on him, lips pursed, then suddenly raised, "Yeah, I think so too. Why bother? I've been by your side for so many years, and I know you like the back of my hand. Why do you still so self-righteously think you're unique? If you were a little more shameless like some people, maybe you'd have a better chance."
The peach blossom eyes that were often filled with spring breeze were suddenly replaced by ice. Mu Shicang's body suddenly lifted up from the backrest, his hands on the edge of the table, and he leaned forward. With a twisted smile that was almost like a demon, he looked at Wang Qiaoran: "Qiaoran, it's no good for you to anger me. Since you say you understand me, then you should understand what will happen if you touch my people. Haha... But I am a fair person. You have done a good job in Muyuan over the years, so I gave you a chance, but you don't seem to want it. That's a pity."
He tilted his head and smiled: "Then I'll count all the things you've done to her and see if you can still survive in my hands."
When Wang Qiaoran was a student, she saw how Mu Shicang dealt with a male classmate who had been plotting against him. At that time, everyone thought he was a victim, but she knew how he had ruined that male classmate's life, leaving him with no hope in life ever since.
She didn't know how he did it, but she knew what happened to that boy.
"Boss Mu, I know I was wrong. I take back what I said. Please don't..."
Mu Shicang didn't give her a chance to explain. He just smiled and said, "Qiao Ran, I'll give you a chance."
After saying this, he raised his chin, and his meaning was obvious.
Wang Qiaoran didn't want to leave. She stood up and wanted to say something, but was frightened by his sudden look and shut her mouth. In the end, she could only leave with a pale face and staggering.
Not long after she left, Zhang Shuang came in. After handing in her work, she seemed to have something to say, but Mu Shicang didn't even look at her. He just said, "I only look at work ability, and don't touch my bottom line. I know what you are thinking better than you. Yan Yan and Wang quietly left, but it doesn't mean that it is your day to come to the fore. To be honest, I don't like people like you who like to play tricks, understand?"
Having said this, he looked up, and caught Zhang Shuang's guilty and wandering eyes. He could only lower his head in panic: "Boss Mu, I..."
"Shushu is simple and enthusiastic and likes to help others, but I am not like that, so it is best not to show such thoughts to me in the future." After saying that, he lowered his head and started working again.
Zhang Shuang said hurriedly, "Okay, I understand," and hurried out of the office.
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