She'll be doing the interview next week…
Who should she interview? Old Master Mu?
Xin Yu was genuinely taken aback by Zhang Hong's suggestion.
"Manager Zhang, my… major is architectural design, and I've never done an interview before." She especially didn't want to interview anyone from the Mu family!
Xin Yu handed Zhang Hong her coffee. "I'm here! What are you afraid of?" she declared boldly. "I'll give you a copy of the last interview later, you can use it as a reference."
Oh my god! No way!
Last time she went to the Mu family, she was almost tortured to death by Mu Yichuan. Would she dare go again?!
"Last time I met Butler Mu, I felt that Old Master Mu must be a very deep and experienced person. I definitely can't interview him." Xin Yu tried her best to persuade him.
"You're absolutely right. Old Master Mu is no ordinary person. In the capital, anyone who hears his name is practically a legend!" Zhang Hong praised. "He has four sons and five daughters, all of them elites, especially his youngest son, the renowned Ninth Master, a legendary figure!"
Ninth Master! Mu Yichuan?!
Upon hearing Zhang Hong mention him, Xin Yu's heart skipped a beat, only then remembering that someone was in the conference room!
"That's why sending you for the interview is such a rare opportunity!" Zhang Hong stood up and patted Xin Yu's shoulder. "If it weren't for your clever and obedient nature, I wouldn't have bothered bringing you along!"
Xin Yu blinked. Had she perhaps met a benefactor in her career? "Alright, go ahead and get busy. I'll send the documents to your email later." Zhang Hong murmured after Xin Yu closed the door and left, "How can someone be so beautiful and clean? Could it be that Old Master Mu has taken a liking to Xin Yu and specifically requested her for the interview?"
Xin Yu walked out, pondering Zhang Hong's words. Could it be that she really had a crush on this notoriously bad-tempered Zhang Hong?
"Where did you go?" Mu Yichuan's voice suddenly rang out.
Xin Yu looked up at his cold, handsome face, and said somewhat guiltily, "Oh, I was delivering a document to the boss."
"Where's my coffee?" Mu Yichuan wanted to pry open Xin Yu's head to see what was going on. How could this woman not know her place?
She doesn't know how lucky she is!
One day he'll really show her how others treat him!
Xin Yu rolled her eyes, determined not to admit that Zhang Hong had made her forget about it.
"Oh, I thought it was almost time to leave work, so you shouldn't drink anymore. It'll affect your sleep tonight, so I didn't bring it."
Mu Yichuan's brow twitched slightly. He looked at Xin Yu, who had her head bowed, and gave a faint "hmm." He leaned down and said, "Whether you drink or not, it won't affect my love for you!"
Wow!
Xin Yu cursed inwardly. What was this jerk saying?!
Shameless, shameless guy!
"You're blushing already?" Mu Yichuan's cool fingers traced Xin Yu's flushed face.
"Um... is your meeting over?" Xin Yu was startled and took a step back. This was a public place!
"Why are you backing away!" Mu Yichuan was displeased and grabbed Xin Yu's arm. "Come on."
"Where...where to? I'm not done yet." She tried to struggle, but seeing several colleagues hurrying past with their heads down, she stiffened. She figured she wouldn't be able to face anyone tomorrow.
"You really think you're at work?" Mu Yichuan swept Xin Yu up in his arms.
"Ah!" Xin Yu gasped, quickly covering her mouth tightly, leaving only her bright, dark eyes accusing Mu Yichuan.
"Don't bother with those futile attempts in front of me."
Xin Yu really wanted to bite Mu Yichuan, bite him hard, preferably break his arm and neck—that would be the only way to vent her anger!
With a "pop," he left a sound on her lips, then spoke in a low, husky, seductive voice, "Want to do it here?"
"You're sick!" Xin Yu blurted out, only realizing belatedly—she had made a mistake.
Mu Yichuan's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he pressed Xin Yu against the wall, his sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on her.
"Showing your true colors?"
This… Xin Yu didn't dare respond… she didn't even dare look at Mu Yichuan.
She was terrified that he might actually go mad and do something like this...
He was capable of anything; after that incident at the artificial hill in the Mu family's old mansion, Xin Yu understood.
"Pretending to be afraid of me, but actually cursing me inside?"
"No..." Xin Yu shook her head vigorously, her pure eyes filled with fear.
Because his hand had already slipped under her clothes and gripped her waist...
"Mu...Mu Yichuan, I was wrong, I...I didn't mean it that way, I just felt..." Xin Yu barely dared to breathe, her words stammering.
"Felt what?" Mu Yichuan remained calm, completely unconcerned about whether anyone was around.
Felt he was crazy?
Felt he was a bastard?
"Felt I should...you?"
Xin Yu almost bit her lip until it bled. What should she do? How could she face such a shameless man? "Nod, and I'll let you go right now." Mu Yichuan felt a sudden surge of pleasure; seeing Xin Yu's discomfiture was far more satisfying than seeing her hide away!
Nod?
Could this be a trap?
"Ninth Brother!"
The sudden voice rang out, and a flicker of relief crossed Xin Yu's eyes, only to see Mu Yichuan's face darken.
"Cheng Yao, you get back here!" he growled, then his tone turned wicked. "Don't you underestimate your husband?"
"I…no." Xin Yu's heart clenched again, and she could only nod helplessly.
"Good girl, I'll take you home." He silently curled his lips into a smile, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.
Free from Mu Yichuan's grasp, Xin Yu exhaled a long breath.
"Cheng Yao!" Mu Yichuan possessively wrapped his arm around Xin Yu's shoulder, filling the gap that had just been created.
Cheng Yao? So his name is Cheng Yao?
Xin Yu inwardly scoffed, "He and Cheng Che must be connected, right?"
"Nice to meet you again," Cheng Yao teased again.
Truly, one is influenced by one's company!
These two are heartless!
Xin Yu sighed helplessly, forcing an awkward smile. Afraid Mu Yichuan would bring up past grievances again, she quickly changed the subject, "I... I just remembered, I have some things to do back at school."
"Making excuses will get you punished," Mu Yichuan said, completely unconcerned about Xin Yu's embarrassment, and ignoring the gloating Cheng Yao beside him.
"Tsk tsk, Ninth Brother, this girl's judgment was spot on." After the three arrived at a high-end restaurant and sat down, Cheng Yao spoke.
This girl!
And he's this guy! He's several years older than her!
"Oh? What judgment?" Mu Yichuan seemed quite interested.
"She's obviously the henpecked type."
"Pfft...cough cough cough..." Xin Yu, who was drinking water, was jolted awake, choking on her own water and coughing violently.
What did he say...henpecked...?
"You must always remember, others don't have this opportunity yet." Mu Yichuan kindly patted Xin Yu's back, kindly "advising" her.
Could she not have this opportunity...?
Xin Yu fell silent. She was certain that Cheng Yao had deliberately come to mock and ridicule her today, and that Mu Yichuan was sent by heaven to hurt and humiliate her!
The two men chatted about business, while Xin Yu gradually let go of her tormented nerves and began to drift off. Just as she was eating her food half-heartedly, a familiar figure came into view.
Gao Min? Arm in arm with a middle-aged man?
Xin Yu blinked hard, afraid she was seeing things! "Ninth Brother, I heard Zhang Chen is getting married." Cheng Yao said to Mu Yichuan, his eyes fixed on Xin Yu.
Xin Yu, engrossed in watching Gao Min, didn't hear Cheng Yao. She craned her neck slightly towards the door, and accidentally bumped her arm against a water glass.
Splash…
"Oops! Quick, get some tissues!" Xin Yu's pants were soaked, and she hurriedly grabbed some tissues to wipe herself.
"What? Are you still thinking about him?" Mu Yichuan assumed Xin Yu was upset about Zhang Chen's wedding.
"What?" Xin Yu replied absentmindedly while wiping herself, occasionally glancing towards the door, searching for Gao Min.
"What?!" What dared she ask?!
She's Mu Yichuan's woman, and she still dares to think about her ex?! He grabbed Xin Yu's chin, staring at her arrogantly. "Is this how you treat my woman, Mu Yichuan's woman?!"
Xin Yu winced in pain, throwing away the tissues and grabbing Mu Yichuan's large hand. "Hey, what are you doing?"
This is utterly baffling!
"What am I doing? Your water spilled right after Cheng Yao finished speaking!"
"I didn't do it on purpose! Besides, what does spilling water have to do with him talking?" Xin Yu was truly aggrieved. Couldn't this man have a normal temper?!
"Still lying?!" Mu Yichuan released Xin Yu's chin, pulled her onto his lap, and then said in an extremely cold voice, "Clear the area."
Clear the area…
Xin Yu stared at Mu Yichuan in shock. What was he going to do?
This pervert!
Cheng Yao took a second to realize that Mu Yichuan was actually… enraged!
Just because Xin Yu still had feelings for Zhang Chen?!
This… this isn't like his Ninth Brother at all! "Mu Yichuan! You...you bastard!" Xin Yu was furious. She decided she would never again be subservient, never again silently endure the humiliation he brought her!
So what if he's from the Mu family! So what if he's Mr. Jiu!
"I said, when my wife needs me to be a bastard, I'll satisfy you!" Mu Yichuan kissed Xin Yu domineeringly, conquering her territory, leaving her no room to maneuver.
"Mmm..." Bastard!
Xin Yu finally did what she had longed for for so long—she bit Mu Yichuan!
The taste of blood instantly filled their mouths!
But Mu Yichuan didn't flinch, didn't let go!
Rip! Xin Yu's T-shirt was torn to shreds, the cool breath mixed with the heat of his anger assaulting her senses.
"Mu Yichuan, let go...let go! No!" Xin Yu's voice was hoarse from shouting, but his assault continued relentlessly.
Fueled by rage, he devoured Xin Yu, only then easing some of his fury…
She stared blankly at the luxurious ceiling, tears streaming down her face. "Mu Yichuan, I truly hate you!"
"Hate?" Mu Yichuan reached out and pulled Xin Yu into his arms, gently stroking her back, his voice dismissive. "Fine, I'll make you understand the true meaning of 'hate.' Come with me to the wedding in Nanshi at the end of the month."