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Chapter 301
Qin Muchen stopped walking abruptly.
Narrowing his dark black eyes, a cold look flashed across his gaze.
He retracted his gaze immediately after a short but meaningful glance that went unnoticed by Su Ziyue.
Qin Muchen was fully prepared when he arrived. However, after he stepped into the ‘bathroom’, his brows knitted
tightly.
Although it was called a bathroom, it was actually a simply thatched shed, and there were even holes on the roof,
as well as a cesspit beside the shed.
Furthermore, the height of the thatched shed was actually shorter than him.
When he turned around and took a glance, he could see inside the cesspit, which contained yellowish and greenish
muck...
He was livid as he gritted his teeth and picked up the bucket of water, pouring it down from his head. He put on his
clothes and went out immediately.
Su Ziyue was talking to the house owner outside. When they were happily chatting, she noticed that Qin Muchen
was coming toward her direction. Hence, she smiled at him and asked, “Done showering?”
Qin Muchen was slightly stunned, then he grunted.
It had been a long time since he last saw Su Ziyue smiling like that, and it was a genuine smile that came from the
bottom of her heart.
Su Ziyue’s gaze shifted toward his forehead, and she chuckled.
She walked over and helped him to remove several strands of straws that were stuck in his hair. “These were on
your head.”
As she was speaking, she showed Qin Muchen the straws.
She was wearing her sneakers, and she was about the height of his shoulders. Because she was picking out the
straws in his hair earlier, she got really close to him.
So, when Qin Muchen lowered his head to look at her, it was as if he was kissing her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Girl, he’s your boyfriend?” the owner of the place asked suddenly.
“No, Madam Zhang, he is the Pre… Boss of our partner company.” She wanted to say President, but she was afraid
the owner might not understand, so she decided to go with Boss.
The owner was a woman in her thirties, whose surname was Zhang. Her husband had died in a mudslide when he
was out in the mountains chopping some wood a few years ago. And she lived with two of her children who were
now teenagers.
After working long-term in hard labor, she looked old, but she seemed like a carefree person as she smiled and
said, “The young man is tall and handsome, and you’re very beautiful too. You two seemed like a perfect match.
Since you’re partnering in business, you might as well partner up as a couple too!”
Su Ziyue smiled as her expression became stiff. “Oh Madam Zhang, stop joking.”
With that, Su Ziyue glanced at Qin Muchen and went out.
Qin Muchen raised his eyebrows and followed behind.
The moment they got out, Su Ziyue said, “Madam Zhang was joking, so don’t take it to heart.”
“I think she has a good eye,” Qin Muchen replied. He sat down on the huge rock that was at the side, looking as if
he wanted to chat with Su Ziyue for a little longer.
Su Ziyue pursed her lips and turned to look to the side, as if she didn’t hear anything.
Who would’ve known why he came here suddenly?
Another thought came to her mind and she asked, “Where are the worn clothes that you’ve changed?”
The moment Qin Muchen thought of the ‘bathroom’ earlier, his expression changed.
“I didn’t take it out.” He had actually thrown it away already.
“They don’t have a washing machine here, and there is no dry cleaning shop either. They usually wash their clothes
by the river.” Su Ziyue was only telling him the place to wash his clothes, but whether he wanted to wash it or not, it
was up to him.
However, she had never seen Qin Muchen washing his clothes, and all of his expensive shirts and suits seemed to
be dry cleaned.
Qin Muchen raised his eyes and replied casually, “I don’t know how to wash.”
“In that case, bring your laundry back home.” After Su Ziyue finished her sentence, she could see that the people
from the company had returned from afar.
She was worried that she’d create a misunderstanding if she was seen alone with Qin Muchen, so she left
immediately after saying, “I’ll go take a look.”
Qin Muchen looked at her retreating figure and a thought flashed across his mind.
……
In the afternoon, after lunch, Su Ziyue and Li Qingluo went back to take a rest.
When Su Ziyue walked to the door, she stopped suddenly.
Maybe it was because of what had happened last night, she decided not to go in and went to check on Qin Muchen
instead.
After staying there for several days, she was already getting used to having potatoes for three meals a day. They
brought some food when they went there, but ultimately, those still couldn’t be compared to when they were in
YunZhou City, where they were able to eat whatever they wanted.
As she entered, she noticed Qin Muchen sitting on the bed, looking impassive with a cold look on his face.
The crude house and Qin Muchen’s full set of branded outfits had formed a sharp contrast.
When Su Ziyue came in, the men who came with Qin Muchen automatically went out.
Su Ziyue was slightly uncomfortable as she asked, “You’re not used to it. You can go back earlier.”
She could be overconfident, but she felt the reason Qin Muchen came here had something to do with her.
Qin Muchen did not respond when he heard her; instead, he turned around and picked up a bag, then he handed it
to her. “Help me to wash my clothes.”
“What?” Su Ziyue thought she had heard wrongly.
“Since I don’t know how to wash it, and I didn’t bring extra clothes either,” Qi Muchen said with a serious
expression, but Su Ziyue could tell from his tone that he was being a little playful.
He added, “It’s such a small matter, I believe you won’t mind, right? Director Su?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs he was speaking, he stuffed the bag of clothes in her hands.
Director Su? My arse.
Su Ziyue smiled superficially as she returned the bag to him. “But we are only partnering in business.”
She might have been overly sensitive, but she thought washing his clothes was way too intimate.
Since it was no longer possible for the two to be together, then it was unnecessary to add any unwanted
entanglement between them.
Qin Muchen remained expressionless. “Director Su, do you want me to trouble Madam Zhang or your assistant?”
Madam Zhang would definitely love to help Qin Muchen, but they were there to film for a charity event, not to
trouble the people here.
Li Qingluo was her assistant indeed, but Su Ziyue wouldn’t let her wash the clothes of a random man.
At the end of the day, it seemed like she was the only choice.
Su Ziyue took the bag of clothes and headed to the river. As she tossed the bucket on the ground, she turned
around and looked at Qin Muchen. “Why are you following me?”
“The forest is dense and confined; there might be a huge wild animal, so I’m here to protect you.” As Qin Muchen
finished his sentence, he turned around and picked up a stick at the roadside.
Su Ziyue thought he sounded absolutely unreasonable, but she couldn’t refute.
She was washing the clothes by the river when suddenly, she was splashed with water, which dampened her
clothes.
She turned around and looked at Qin Muchen, who was standing beside her. He was bent over, and the stick he
picked up earlier was in the water.
Su Ziyue shook away the water droplets on her clothes and asked angrily, “What are you doing?!”
Qin Muchen picked up the stick again and told Su Ziyue, “Fishing.”
With that, he handed over the fish that was speared at an end of the stick to Su Ziyue, his tone sounded as if he
was showing off. “Look, I caught one. We can have this for dinner.”
“Childish. Are you still a kid?!” Su Ziyue squeezed the corner of her shirt; clearly, she was still mad.