If you want to leave, fine, but we have to leave together.

Qin Mu was forcefully grabbed by the wrist as he led her outside. She struggled a couple of times, her wrist was about to turn red from his grip. Seeing his determination to take her along, Qin Mu gave up resisting and silently followed him out.

The rain outside hadn’t stopped yet. As Mu Yichen’s car was brought to the entrance, Qin Mu was stuffed into the passenger seat by Mu Yichen. Qin Mu sat quietly inside, until the car drove far away, she remained calm.

Mu Yichen seemed to be quite angry, although he was focused on driving, his chiseled face in the rearview mirror was evidently as cold as an iceberg, with a hint of frustration.

"The rain is getting heavier, let’s go to the apartment!"

In the silent space, Mu Yichen’s deep voice left no room for refusal, and then the car turned around.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything, although they hadn’t been to the apartment for a long time.

Tomorrow, they had to attend Huanhuan’s entrance ceremony. Qin Mu just wanted to take a shower and get a good night’s sleep, so she didn’t mind.

But when they actually arrived at the apartment, she felt that coldness, somewhat piercing.

Before coming back, Mu Yichen had already used his phone to control the air conditioning, probably because he was too afraid of heat, so the temperature was set so low.

"I’ll go take a shower first, can you call Mom?"

Qin Mu asked him inside.

"Is it necessary to call at this time?"

He asked.

Qin Mu...

Today, neither of them returned home, Feng Fanghua surely wouldn’t be worried, Qin Mu thought: "Then I’ll send Mom a WeChat message later!"

Just to prevent Madam Feng from waking up and not finding anyone, she might be somewhat concerned.

Qin Mu said this as she walked upstairs, Mu Yichen watched from downstairs, surprised at her composure. With hands on hips, he also lowered his head and walked up.

The air conditioning was indeed set too low.

Later, when they lay on the bed, Qin Mu found the bed extremely cold and kept turning over. Mu Yichen lay on the edge of the bed, occasionally turning to look at her when he heard noises.

"Why is the bed so cold?"

Since she was discovered, she decided to break the silence and asked him.

"Is it?"

He, anyway, didn’t feel it.

"Hm!"

Qin Mu turned her back to him again, feeling a bit annoyed, the cold making her waist uncomfortable.

"There’s a warmer place, do you want to go?"

Mu Yichen still sounded somewhat indifferent, but his words indeed piqued interest, causing Qin Mu to involuntarily twist her body to look at him.

Mu Yichen placed one hand behind his head, lightly patting the place beside him.

On the large bed, they each slept on one side, with a notably large space in between.

Qin Mu glanced at the place he indicated, then turned her head again, silent.

It seemed like the whole space suddenly went silent, everything within it.

He knew well that she wouldn’t do such a thing.

"Is there any way to make you let me go?"

In the lonely space, there were still some sounds, whether they were accusations or genuine inquiries and pleas.

Qin Mu’s eyelashes moved slightly, looking emptily at a spot, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

Is there any way?

"Or if I have the same problems as your father? If that’s the case,..."

"Why are you talking nonsense?"

Qin Mu suddenly sat up, clearly unhappy, frowning at him and asking.

Mu Yichen lifted his eyes slightly to look at her.

Qin Mu’s eyes suddenly felt a bit hot, angrily turning her head to look at the window.

The curtains were already closed, she couldn’t see the outside view, as if she couldn’t breathe. She got off the bed and walked to the side to forcefully pull open the curtains, finally seeing clearly the rainy scene outside, also finally catching her breath.

Yet in the glass, was that frantic woman her?

Why did she look like this? She seemed so dejected and completely unlikable.

"Madam Mu, your husband might not hold on!"

Suddenly, this voice in her ear.