Marry Me Quick

Chapter 560

Thinking back to when they were still at the restaurant, Chuan couldn't help but worry for Ziyue at the sight of

Muchen's touchiness.

Muchen's temper was hard to predict. If it wasn't because Muchen had adopted Ke and Chuan, enabling them to

start anew with Muchen since childhood. Chuan would not be able to handle Muchen's temperament either.

Outsiders only see Muchen had good looks and billions of net worth. But Chuan wondered if any women would still

fall for Muchen if they knew about his explosive temperament.

Ziyue nodded, wanting to ask about Muchen, but Chuan spoke first. "Boss went out for a breather. He should be

back soon."

Ziyue beamed a faint smile. "I see. You must be tired. Go home and rest early."

Chuan didn't say anything. He nodded and went back to his room.

As Chuan went upstairs, Ziyue held the glass of water and sat on the living room sofa.

Is he getting fresh air or simply trying to avoid me because of our argument?

Ziyue couldn't help but smile wryly.

Every relationship ought to have conflicts. Was he going to avoid her like this whenever they argued?

On the second floor, Ke heard the car engine sound, so she came out and waited on the stairway. She quickly

grabbed Chuan when she saw him coming upstairs.

"Where's the boss?" Ke asked.

Chuan furrowed and removed her grip, "How rude. I'm your brother. You didn't even greet me."

"Come on, where did Boss go? Didn't the two of you attend the social event together? How come only you came

back?" Seeing Chuan's indifferent demeanor, Ke can't help but be anxious.

Chuan glanced down the stairway from the second floor, sighed, and said, "Boss initially wanted to come home, but

Madam called and asked me to monitor his alcohol intake. I told Boss about it, but he flared up and sped off..."

Chuan sighed as he recalled waiting for a taxi for about an hour at the restaurant entrance.

"Why did he get angry? He should be happy, isn't he?" Ke's brows knotted as she shook her head resignedly.

"God knows."

"Boss is touchy..."

"Let's just call it a day."

Meanwhile, Ziyue was still a bit worried. She returned to her room, hummed, and hawed before giving Muchen a

call.

While waiting for the call, she bit her lip, thought she would follow suit, and run away from home if Muchen refused

her call.

In the end, she only heard an automated female voice on the other end of the line saying, "Sorry, the number you

have dialed is currently unavailable."

Ziyue was stunned. She didn't expect Muchen would shut his phone.

Frustrated. She bit her lip, threw her phone aside, and tucked herself under the blanket.

Ziyue resented Muchen for being petty and shunned her from reaching him over the phone.

She decided not to wait anymore. If the call couldn't get through, then so be it.

She tried lulling herself to sleep. But she kept waking up after a short while.

The whole night was spent tossing and turning. She felt even more tired than before she went to bed.

Finally, she woke up again. This time from a nightmare.

Ziyue propped herself up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She checked the time on her phone and

realized it was only one o'clock in the morning.

Muchen still hadn't come home.

It was common for Muchen to stay out all night because he always did that.

Perhaps because of her nightmare, Ziyue felt somewhat unsettled.

She tried calling Muchen again, but the call still couldn't go through.

Subsequently, anxiety seized her. Ziyue threw on a coat without hesitation and dashed to Chuan's room.

She frantically knocked on Chuan's door while calling for him, "Chuan! Chuan!"

At this time, a servant came up from downstairs. Perhaps due to waking up in the middle of the night, Ziyue could

barely hear her voice, "Madam, Mr. Chuan left half an hour ago."

"Chuan left? Where did he go? And for what?" Somehow, after hearing the servant's words, Ziyue's unease found

an outlet and rushed through her body and mind.

The servant asked anxiously when she heeded Ziyue's ashen face, "Madam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Ziyue beckoned to indicate that she was okay.

She turned around and walked back to her room. Just before she gave Chuan a call, a call from him came through.

Ziyue's heart skipped a beat. She drew deep breaths to calm herself down before answering the phone.

"Chuan?"

"Madam, please come to the hospital now. Boss... "

"What happened to him?" Ziyue's heart sank upon hearing Chuan mention the hospital. She staggered her feet and

fell backward. Fortunately, the servant noticed Ziyue wasn't looking quite right, so she chose to stay with her and

caught her just in time before she injured herself.

Chuan tried to comfort her, "Boss only sustained a minor injury. You'll see when you get here. I've already asked the

driver to stand by at the gate for you."

As if still worried, he added, "Don't worry, it's only a minor injury."

"I see." Even though Chuan repeatedly soothed her troubled heart, Ziyue was still skeptical.

People like Muchen and Chuan tend to play down the severity of incidents. That was their expertise.

After changing her clothes, Ziyue saw that the driver was already waiting in the car.

The driver opened the door for her and said politely, "Madam, please watch your step."

The driver originated from Country J and only spoke Spanish.

Ziyue couldn't help but take a second look at the driver as she recalled the driver hailed from the countryside and

spoke Spanish with an accent.

The driver beamed a warm smile. His accent was neutral, probably because he had lived in the city for a long time

and had lost his accent.

Ziyue didn't think much of it as she was eager to see Muchen. She urged the driver to speed up.

The driver didn't say much, but he did speed up quite a bit.

Finally, after half an hour, the car stopped, and the driver said in a deep voice, "We're here."

Upon hearing his words, Ziyue wanted to leave the car.

However, as she leaped out of the car, she felt a knock on the back of her head. She lost her vision and eventually

passed out.