Marry Me Quick

Chapter 591 I Care for It a Lot

The next day was Saturday.

Ziyue woke up early in the morning and noticed the man had gone to the bathroom. She peeked toward the

bathroom and went back under her covers to sleep.

She planned to only get out of bed when Muchen left.

It was because she did not know how to get along with him any longer.

With so many things on his plate, there is no doubt that he will be heading out.

She was correct. Muchen was going to head out.

The presidential election was coming up. Shichu was still alive. There were a lot of things he needed to handle.

But she did not know that he would bring her along.

Bored, Ziyue hid under her blanket and waited for him to leave the bathroom.

Muchen stepped out of the bathroom shortly after.

He stood before the mirror and took his time buttoning up his shirt. "Enough with the act. Get up on your own."

Ziyue, hiding under her covers, was displeased when she heard his order.

She stood her ground for a few seconds before crawling out reluctantly.

Wearily, she leaned against the headboard as her eyes fell on his upright figure.

He was done with the buttons and was adjusting the cufflinks. Even his back seemed to have an air of

unreasonableness.

She sat unmoving on the bed. Muchen finished adjusting the cufflinks and turned around, looking at her blankly. "I'll

give you ten minutes."

He strode out.

Ziyue watched the door shut and ran her hand through her hair with annoyance. She finally got out of bed.

How am I supposed to wash up, put on makeup, and change my clothes in ten minutes?

Unreasonable scum!

Ziyue grumbled silently but still cleaned up as quickly as she could.

When she went downstairs, Muchen was waiting for her in the lobby.

He heard her coming down and spoke up without even lifting his head. "You're five minutes late."

Ziyue hurled her purse at the sofa beside him and said in a displeased tone, "Right. I'm five minutes late. What will

you do?"

When he heard her reply, his expression changed slightly. His dark eyes narrowed as the displeasure on his face

became evident.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't listen."

She scoffed. "Muchen, what do you think I am? Do you really believe I'm just an object you can bring wherever you

go and do with me as you please? You think you can give me away if you want to and make fun of me if you're in

the mood?"

As she spoke, she moved nearer to him and poked him in his chest fiercely. Her alluring eyes were narrowed as she

said firmly, "I am a living human. I am a person of my own, not your possession. You have no right to punish me! Do

you hear me?!"

She had been too obedient toward him lately. He was like a spoiled child who did anything he liked without any care.

Before this, he would never say such things, even if angry.

Ziyue glared at him and marched to the sofa. She sat down and crossed her legs.

She fixed her eyes on him and leaned back, acting leisurely.

The next moment, she changed her posture and stretched out her legs.

It was because her legs were trembling.

It was not that she had never spoken that way in front of Muchen. But ever since he changed, she had always

listened to him. This was the first time she had talked back to him.

It was impossible to say that she did not feel guilty.

Even so, she felt that she was being reasonable.

Why should I feel guilty? He's the one in the wrong!

Muchen turned and looked her up and down. He said indifferently, "Tell me again when your legs won't tremble

after saying such things to me."

She was stunned. Before she could react, he took a few steps toward the entrance but stopped again. "Come," he

said without turning back.

Subconsciously, she stood up and went after him.

When they reached the car, she could not help but hit her head. Why should I follow his orders?

"Argh…"

She cried out in pain and touched her head. She had hit her injury, of all places.

A bodyguard opened the car door. "Please enter, Mrs. Qin."

With a hand covering her head, she entered the car reluctantly and sat at the furthest seat away from Muchen.

He was taking a phone call. When she entered, he only glanced at her and continued speaking on his phone.

Ziyue leaned against the car door as she held her head with a hand.

"What happened?"

It was unclear when Muchen had ended his call. He asked as he noticed her holding her head.

She mumbled, "Nothing."

She ignored him, resting against the backrest.

But he would not let things go even if she ignored him.

He pulled her over with a frown. "I asked, what happened!"

A trace of anger could be heard in his voice.

Ziyue pressed her lips together. When she realized struggling away from him was in vain, she answered, "I woke up

too early, and my head hurts. Are you satisfied?"

She tried several times but still could not get away from him.

Why does he keep grabbing people like this? Does he have too much energy and nowhere to use it?

His expression turned sullen. When she noticed it, she felt alarmed. She swallowed and said, "It's just that the

wound is painful. I knocked into it when I was entering the car."

He finally released his grip and checked her head carefully.

In truth, her head wound was healing quickly. It would not hurt if no one touched it. Ziyue also did not feel any

sensations usually as the injury was not deep.

Muchen could not see anything unusual as the wound was covered with a bandage.

"Go to Mo Xiyi's place." He ordered the driver as he released his grip on her.

Ziyue peeked at him as her heart jolted. She called out cautiously, "Muchen."

He turned to her and signaled for her to talk with his eyes.

She asked tentatively, "It looks like you're a little worried for me…"

She felt that it was not just her imagination.

As harsh as he could be toward her, he had never hurt her and seemed to care for her.

"Oh? Do you think so?" Muchen tilted his head slightly and looked at her amusingly as if he had heard some

entertaining news.

Ziyue felt unnerved by his expression.

She scooted back without a word.

Muchen raised an eyebrow and said, with a hint of teasing in his voice. "I treat Beef well too. I care for it a lot, but

I'll still send him away if he misbehaves."

"Is… that so?" Ziyue frowned as she could not believe he would say such a thing.

He took a look at her without another word.