Mu Yichen slumped on the sofa after returning home, thinking about what Jiang Zhiyuan had said, telling him to bring Qin Mu back!
He just didn't want to lose face every time, especially since he had said those words to her when she left.
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The morning in Paris was a bit damp.
Quietly before dawn, there had been a drizzle, and after sunrise, the rain quietly faded away.
Feng Fanghua stood at the room window, taking a photo of downstairs with her phone, Qin Mu with a dark shawl on her shoulders, her long hair loose, strolling on the quiet path at the front door, head lowered, lost in thought.
"If you don't come soon, your wife's going to be snatched away!"
Feng Fanghua texted Mu Yichen.
By then, Mu Yichen had already had lunch and was in the office reading documents. After seeing the text from Ms. Feng, he opened his phone and saw the photo on WeChat.
He thought, it must have just rained there, with a slight mist lingering.
