Marry Me Quick

Chapter 580

The woman was from Country J, and her beauty matched Ke's.

But because of Ke's life experience, there was a maturity and unseen sorrow to Ke's beauty.

As for this woman, she evidently grew up in a well-to-do family from a young age. She was pretty and brimmed

with confidence.

Also… when she looked at Muchen, her gaze was filled with admiration.

No matter Muchen's temper, he and his social status attracted countless women.

Ziyue glanced in that direction before she left silently.

But the eagle-eyed Ke noticed her.

Ziyue returned to the office and saw the secretary come out. He must have been looking for her.

"I was bored, so I walked around," Ziyue said with a smile as she stood at the door.

The secretary nodded understandingly and was about to leave when Ziyue suddenly thought of something. "I forgot

to bring my cell phone when I left the house. Can you lend me yours?"

It was a request from the president's wife, and it wasn't outrageous. As a subordinate, the secretary naturally

couldn't turn Ziyue down.

The secretary passed Ziyue his cell phone before he left.

Ziyue dialed a familiar number, and an automated voice was heard. "The number you have dialed is not in service."

The number she had dialed belonged to Shichu. She had known him for so many years and had been close to him.

She could still remember his number.

She was unwilling to give up, so she dialed the number several times but received the same response.

Ziyue's heart sank.

At the time, there came a series of footsteps outside the office.

Ziyue's heart beat wildly, and she quickly put the cell phone into her pocket. When she turned around, she realized

it was Ke, not Muchen.

When she thought about it, it was pretty funny. She had to make a call behind without Muchen's knowledge.

"Mrs. Qin." Ke saw Ziyue and walked to her beamingly.

Ziyue thought it was Muchen, so she was slightly frightened. She still had an unusual expression.

"Mm," she said dryly. She didn't say anything else.

Ke thought Ziyue had misjudged what had happened. Muchen didn't see Ziyue, but Ke did.

"Mr. Qin left the reception area with Marni's daughter, Bessalyn." It seemed like Ke was afraid Ziyue wouldn't

understand, so she continued. "They're from the biggest clothing retail group in the world, with various world-

renowned clothing brands. What I'm wearing is from…"

Ziyue knew about Marni.

After all, all the upper-class ladies were wearing outfits from his company. All her clothes were also from Marni's

companies.

She had seen Marni in the media. He was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a tall figure unique to Country J's

natives.

"I never imagined he would have such a beautiful young daughter," Ziyue sighed.

She usually never concerned herself with these matters, so she didn't know.

"Marni has worked with us in the past, and he used to come in person to discuss work with Mr. Qin. But this time, for

some reason, his daughter Bessalyn came instead. At first, we all didn't know, and Mr. Qin was rude to Bessalyn in

the reception area…," Ke said as she observed Ziyue's expression.

Ziyue couldn't help but laugh. "I understand. You don't have to do this."

Ke laughed uneasily after what Ziyue said. "That's great. I'll be leaving. Mr. Qin should be here soon. Let me remind

him. He must not know you're here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone for a short meeting."

After Ke left, Ziyue returned the secretary's cell phone. When she went back to the office, Muchen was already

there.

He was waiting for her on the couch.

Ziyue's lunch boxes were on the coffee table in front of him. They were filled with her handmade dishes.

When he heard the door open, Muchen stood upright with a pale face and walked toward her. "Where did you go?"

Ziyue was feeling a little guilty, so she smiled. "You hadn't returned, so I went for a walk."

"You should have asked someone to inform me." Muchen reached out to grab her hand before he sat on the couch.

Ziyue sat near him, and her voice was gentle. "I'm fine with waiting for a while. After all, I have so much time."

Muchen couldn't help but look at her in astonishment.

Is she being so obedient just because I applied lotion to her last night?

Muchen couldn't be bothered to determine the cause.

He was put in a good mood when he saw Ziyue being submissive.

He felt hungry after working the whole morning. He extended his hand to open the lunch boxes.

When Ziyue saw it, she immediately reached out to stop him. "I can do it."

She leaned forward and opened the boxes.

She was about to pass a set of cutleries to Muchen when he grabbed her hands.

"What's wrong?" Ziyue turned to look at him, confused.

Muchen's deep eyes locked onto her.

Ziyue didn't know what he was thinking about. She couldn't help but feel slightly fearful when he stared at her with

pitch-black eyes.

Did Muchen find out that I called Shichu?

He doesn't possess such powers, does he…

Just as Ziyue's imagination ran wild, Muchen's long arm exerted force and pulled her into his arms.

Ziyue was made to sit on his lap as he hugged her.

"You…" She raised her head to look at Muchen and realized he was staring at her with a burning gaze.

What on earth is happening?

Thankfully, Muchen didn't let her thoughts wander. He grabbed her hand and put it to his lips. He kissed her hand

and said in a low voice, "Can you also deliver lunch tomorrow?"

His tone was gentle as he inquired.

Ziyue looked at him in astonishment. "Don't you want to eat outside food?"

Muchen's lips curved, and he revealed an indifferent smile. His clear eyes weren't angry, and he coaxed her. "I want

to eat your food."

Ziyue stared at him.

She never thought Muchen would suddenly be… so gentle…

She raised her head and carefully glanced at Muchen. She realized that there was an inconspicuous smile in his

eyes. He seemed elated.

Is he so happy just because I delivered lunch?

Ziyue felt a little guilty. She had an ulterior motive for delivering lunch today.

No matter what he did right now, he didn't mean it.

He was just delighted that she did something so simple for him.

Ziyue's heart softened, and she reached out. After a moment's hesitation, she stroked Muchen's head. Her voice

was soft as she said, "Eat up. I'll deliver lunch tomorrow."

She couldn't help but want to pat his head when he wasn't losing his temper.

Muchen was compliant and let her stroke his head. He looked like an obedient yet enormous pet.