Marry Me Quick

The next morning, Ziyue led Zixi downstairs and saw Jingshu.

Why is Jingshu here so early?

Noticing that Jingshu was deep in conversation with Ke, Ziyue furrowed and continued down the stairs.

When Jingshu saw Ziyue coming down, he was about to say something to her, but she shook her head, gesturing for

him to hold off.

Whatever had brought him to her house at such an early hour, it couldn't be good news.

Upon seeing Jingshu, Zixi quickly ran over and called, "Uncle Jingshu!"

Jingshu's serious expression instantly beamed with a grin, "Look who's up so early!"

Zixi replied with earnestness, "I have to go to school. You should wake up early too."

"Alright, let's have breakfast first," Ziyue suggested, leading Zixi to the dining room.

Turning back, she faced Ke and Jingshu, "What's the matter?"

With a serious demeanor, Jingshu explained, "There's news about Muchen. Someone claimed to have seen him in

Yunzhou City."

Ziyue's heart skipped a beat, and then confusion set in.

Muchen was always cautious. If he didn't want to be seen, Ziyue wouldn't have been able to catch a glimpse of him

at the coffee shop that day.

Furthermore, she had conducted an extensive search in Yunzhou City, but there were no leads. It puzzled Ziyue that

someone was now claiming to have seen him.

Ziyue pondered, wondering if someone had spotted Muchen because he had come to see her the day before.

She lowered her gaze, masking her emotions, and asked calmly, "Who saw him? And where?"

Jingshu responded promptly, "I'm not sure either. My brother informed me."

"Bai Yunan?" Ziyue was startled at the name.

She never underestimated Yunan, so she had always been maintaining a cautious distance from him. However,

Yunan persisted, almost like a masochist seeking her attention. The more she avoided him, the clingier he seemed

to get.

If Muchen found out, he might become jealous and think she betrayed him.

Jingshu thought Ziyue didn't believe him, so he quickly added, "Rest assured, my brother has reliable intel."

Ke's joy was evident as she exclaimed, "Mr. Qin is still alive!"

Ziyue's expression grew solemn as she remembered how, only yesterday, even Yunan believed Muchen had died in

the plane crash. Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentioned retrieving his dead body.

Yet, overnight, Yunan suddenly had information about someone seeing Muchen?

It didn't add up because Muchen had left long before Yunan could have bumped into him.

Ziyue had a nagging feeling that something was off.

However, she couldn't reveal her suspicions to Jingshu, so she opted for a different approach, "Did you come here

so early in the morning just to share this news?"

"Absolutely! It's good news and worth the trouble to drive all the way here and share early in the morning, isn't it?"

Ziyue smiled and replied, "Didn't I tell all of you that I saw Muchen and knew he was still alive? But none of you

believed me."

"Uh, well..."

"Anyway, if your brother can help us locate Muchen, I'd be extremely grateful," Ziyue said, trying to sound

nonchalant.

It was funny how things sometimes worked. It didn't catch on when someone said something was true until more

people started discussing it. It was like we needed that social validation to believe it was legit.

Just like any other day, Ziyue dropped off Zixi at kindergarten before heading to the office. Taking her seat at the

desk, she retrieved the document she had left unfinished the previous night and began perusing its pages. To her

surprise, she discovered an extra sheet wedged in the middle.

The content put a smile on Ziyue's face. It was a cheeky apology comic strip that depicted a girl wielding a slipper

who had playfully whacked a boy on the head, accompanied by a bold, uppercase caption that read, 'SORRY,

PLEASE FORGIVE ME.'

Ziyue knew it must be Muchen's work.

Recalling their conversation from that evening when Muchen teased her about being jealous of Zixi, this comic strip

right here was his way of making amends.

But Muchen had pulled the same trick over two years ago.

While it may have been a cliché move, Ziyue couldn't deny its effectiveness in quelling her anger.

But if he believed this silly comic strip could win her forgiveness… No, it didn't!

Muchen's efforts in making the comic strips wouldn't sway her decision, even if he drew countless versions of these

apologetic comics.

Ziyue was adamant in her decision. She crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it onto the floor.

Coincidentally, Ke entered the room at that very moment.

"Mrs. Qin, you have a meeting at ten o'clock."

Ziyue glanced at the crumpled paper on the floor and raised her eyes to meet Ke's gaze, "It's time for you to start

calling me Ms. Su instead."

Ke was startled by Ziyue's reminder.

After some consideration, Ziyue shook her head and said, "Forget it. Go ahead and take care of the necessary

arrangements. And don't bother cleaning my office unless I specifically ask you to."

"Alright, I understand." Although Ke didn't comprehend the reason behind the peculiar request. Anyway, being a

subordinate, she wouldn't question as well.

Besides, it was a minor issue.

As Ke turned to leave Ziyue's office, something on the floor caught her attention.

There was a crumpled paper lying on the pristine floor.

Ke's perfectionistic tendencies kicked in, but before she could reach for it, Ziyue intervened, "Don't worry about the

trash. Go and do what you gotta do."

"But..."

"Go," Ziyue commanded with a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Ke had no other choice but to suppress the urge and leave.

Ziyue glanced at the crumpled paper. The comic strip Muchen had drawn for her.

She wasn't sure how Muchen managed to sneak into her office, but after all, this was his company. Navigating on

his own turf was a piece of cake.

They had a rushed meeting yesterday, and he didn't disclose anything to her. She couldn't reach him either, leaving

her to passively wait for him to show up.

Did he think she was as naive and gullible as Zixi, easily won over by a simple drawing?

Ziyue was determined to teach Muchen a lesson this time, to show him that he had crossed the line and she

wouldn't easily give in.

She couldn't stay late because she was responsible for picking up Zixi after work.

It was well past midnight.

Within the LK branch building, a tall figure moved swiftly through the corridors, easily navigating as if he owned the

place.

Muchen smoothly entered the CEO's office, retrieving a small flashlight from his pocket. He meticulously searched

through the documents on the desk and in the drawers, but the comic strip he had drawn was nowhere to be

found.

Had she accepted his apology?

He swung the flashlight, and his eyes caught sight of a crumpled paper ball on the floor nearby.

He stared at it momentarily, hesitated, and then approached to pick it up.

Isn't this the comic strip I drew for Ziyue?

Clutching the flashlight tightly, his handsome face took on a slightly menacing aura in the dimness.

After a brief pause, he snorted and thought to himself. How dare she crumple my efforts! I'll see if she dares to tear

it in my face!

Then, he carefully smoothed out the comic strip and placed it in a drawer. Then, he took out a comic book and tore

out a page and slipped it into Ziyue's documents.