Marry Me Quick

Chapter 697 Be More Decent

To Yunan's surprise, he could sense Ziyue's unspoken thoughts despite her silence.

As a seasoned leader in the army, he possessed a sharp eye and had confidence in himself.

Never once did it occur to him that there would be a spy in his team. Hence, the revelation of a spy within his team

shattered his pride in his ability to pass accurate judgment.

More often than not, a man would value his dignity and pride more than anything else – understanding that fact,

Ziyue chose not to expose him.

Yunan watched her enjoy her food with a thinly veiled shock before finally saying awkwardly, "Catch you later."

Ziyue didn't even look at him when she responded, "Sure."

Yunan was about to pay the bill when the waiter glanced at Ziyue as he explained, "We usually deduct the bill from

Mrs. Qin's membership each time she's here."

Is Ziyue my natural enemy? I feel so meek in front of her.

Though annoyed, he didn't direct his anger on her.

In the end, he left morosely.

On the other hand, Ziyue felt her appetite significantly improved the moment Yunan was gone. She finished her

dish and went back to work happily.

The moment she stepped into her office, she saw Nan Ke standing immobile in the middle of the room without any

inkling of what she had been up to.

"What's…" She entered the room and shut the door. It was only at that moment she saw Muchen sitting behind the

table. "...wrong?" she completed the question a second later.

Muchen was completely dressed in black, including the shirt underneath his coat. The first two buttons were

undone, revealing an inch of his alluring neck.

He was unusually pale, but his eyes bore the same unfathomable depth.

He sat straight in his chair, displaying his usual demeanor in the office.

"Did you have a good lunch?" he asked nonchalantly.

"It was alright." She nodded blankly, still processing the situation.

Why is he here? It's right in the middle of the day.

His face darkened upon hearing her reply, but she had no idea what she had done wrong.

Muchen glared coldly at her as he instructed Nan Ke, "Get me a cup of iced coffee."

Ziyue returned to her senses and immediately interjected, "Don't give him that. A glass of water will do."

After recovering from the shock, Nan Ke looked at both of them. Then, she quietly brought a glass of water to

Muchen.

Right after that, she fled before he could unleash his temper.

Finally, he's not acting like a lifeless doll. Still, his temperament and his manner remain exactly as before.

Muchen looked at the steaming hot water and pursed his lips.

With an arch of an eyebrow, he commented, "Not bad. Everyone in the office takes your order now."

Ziyue kept her eyes on him as she walked past the desk to reach him. She seemed to have him trapped with one

hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair.

In the past, he had been doing the same to her.

Since he was sitting down, she towered over him.

Lowering her gaze to look at Muchen, she felt power throbbing in her veins.

"That's right. Everyone in the company listens to me since I'm the biggest shareholder now – thanks to you." There

was a hint of taunting in her voice.

Muchen looked at her with interest.

"Is that why you refused to serve me coffee?" he asked, smirking.

His tone was conversational, as though they had been discussing the weather. Regardless, Ziyue could hear a tinge

of melancholy in his voice as though she had mistreated him.

Just as Ziyue was about to straighten her back, the door opened.

It was Nan Ke, who was about to pass some important documents to her. The moment she saw Ziyue's

domineering stance with Muchen, she stuttered, "O-ops. S-Sorry, please continue…"

She shut the door and went away swiftly.

Ziyue retracted her arm awkwardly. She didn't mind being with Muchen as long as it was private. She couldn't stand

the feeling of their private moments being exposed.

Looking at the annoyance on her face, Muchen pulled her into his embrace.

"Why did you stop? Didn't Nan Ke just ask us to continue?"

Ziyue snorted.

"Continue what?"

"What you were about to do to me, who knows?" Muchen raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. A whirlpool seemed

to have stirred in his eyes, pulling her to him.

Grabbing her hand, he said coolly, "I'd like to keep it professional, but you started this first."

What's wrong with him? How could he say these words without blushing?

She had no plans to proceed further with him, but she blushed when she heard that.

She struggled from his embrace in frustration.

However, it had been a while since Muchen was with her. After all, he was no saint, so he couldn't take the

temptation any longer.

Su Ziyue wore a professional blazor, making it easy for Muchen to slide his hand into her shirt. His rough fingers

found their spot on her waist, caressing her gently.

"Since you can enjoy lunch with another man happily, why can't I come here?" he spoke slowly, with a hint of a

threat.

His feathery whisper seemed to warn her that he was about to do something if her reply wasn't satisfactory.

Ziyue's waist was rather sensitive to touch, causing her to shiver as soon as he laid his hand on her.

Nevertheless, she realized that he was jealous.

She raised her hand to stop him. "Why are you blaming me for everything? It's you who decided to come here. On

top of that, Yunan was here to discuss work. Can you stop getting jealous for no good reason?"

This irritating habit of his has never changed!

Unexpectedly, instead of calming Muchen down, her words triggered him further.

He tightened his arm around her waist as he spoke, "Don't you know his plans for you?"

Ziyue's face turned grim instantly. "What do you mean, Muchen?"