Marry Me Quick

Chapter 702 Lover

When Ziyue heard those words, her grip on the steering wheel tightened, and her hands trembled violently. The car

swerved to the left, barely missing the guardrail, as she swiftly fought to regain control and steered it back on

course.

Bessalyn jolted as her body swayed, reeling from the impact. As she regained her composure, she caught sight of

Ziyue, and a sudden realization dawned on her.

She cautiously asked, "Do you know the Lus?"

It was written all over Ziyue's face that she had some history with the Lus.

Ziyue fixed her gaze straight ahead, paying no attention to Bessalyn. Little did anyone know that a storm of

emotions was stirring within her, threatening to consume her every thought.

Someone from the Lus would save Muchen, and in such circumstances, who else but Lu Shichu could come to his

rescue?

The memories of their last encounter in J Country lingered vividly in her mind, and she still remembered every word

she said to him clearly.

She had thought that would be the last time seeing Shichu.

But if it was indeed him who saved Muchen...

Bessalyn waited for what felt like an eternity, but Ziyue ignored her. Bessalyn couldn't help but teased, "Have you

become as boring as Qin Muchen?"

Bessalyn and Ziyue had met and were acquainted as business partners back in Country J. While she feared Muchen,

she had no fear of Ziyue.

They made their way along the familiar streets of the neighborhood.

As Ziyue pulled up by the apartment building, she finally turned to Bessalyn and said, "Don't worry, I'll have a word

with Muchen so he doesn't give you a hard time. Of course, it only works if you've been completely truthful."

She was about to open the car door and head out when Bessalyn hurriedly said, "Actually, I think I'll stay down

here."

Fear gripped all over her.

Ziyue looked over Bessalyn stealthily.

With a sudden move, Ziyue swiftly got out of the car, locking it behind her. Bessalyn leaned towards the window,

tapping it angrily. Her face flushed with anger, and her lips trembled with fury. "Hey, what's the big deal!" she

exclaimed angrily.

Su Ziyue spoke quietly, "Wait here." She tucked the car keys into her bag and swiftly departed, leaving Bessalyn

behind.

Bessalyn was left dumbfounded. She couldn't believe what had just happened. In a moment of frustration, she

muttered, "F*ck!"

Ziyue reached the entrance of the building and noticed the elevator was on the twentieth floor. A sense of urgency

rushed over her. Without hesitation, she sprinted for the stairs.

The sound of high heels echoed through the empty corridor.

Ziyue ran to the apartment entrance with sweat pouring down her forehead. Her heart raced as if it were about to

burst out of her chest.

She hesitated for a moment; her lips pressed together tightly. After a brief pause, she finally mustered the courage

to raise her hand and prepared to knock on the door.

But before she could, the door swung open from the inside.

Standing before her was the familiar face of Bai Yunan.

"Su Ziyue, what brings you here?"

Yunan's voice startled Muchen in the room. He turned around, and Yunan's tall figure stood at the doorway. He

could merely glimpse the corner of Ziyue's shirt.

Yet, he knew it was her.

He sprang up, strode to the door, pushed Yunan aside, and pulled Ziyue in.

Before Ziyue could respond, he had already whisked her in.

Muchen lowered his gaze and muttered slowly, "Come in."

He gently nudged her in and turned to shut the door. To his amusement, Yunan was still outside.

He looked at Bai Yunan and spoke with the utmost indifference, "Farewell, Mr Bai."

Yunan's face appeared pale as he stood still; he was almost as tall as Muchen. Peering over Muchen's shoulder, he

caught sight of Ziyue's bewildered look. He beckoned to her cheekily, "Miss Su, shall we?"

Muchen's face hardened as he softly kicked Yunan's shin. He quickly shut the door on Yunan as he winced in pain,

ready to retaliate.

He forcefully closed the door, and a thunderous 'bang' reverberated.

The deafening slam sent a shiver down Ziyue's spine.

Soon after, a calm silence filled the room.

In their wordless connection, their eyes spoke importance.

It was Ziyue that broke the silence.

"I didn't think that you'd still be here."

She briefly surveyed the room, and it looked exactly like how it was when they lived together.

She never thought that she'd be back here.

Muchen didn't answer her question, but instead, he asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

He headed towards the refrigerator.

The room was engulfed in an air of awkwardness, and Ziyue felt like her words were stuck in her throat, as if

speaking would only make it worse.

She followed Muchen from behind. As he opened the doors to the refrigerator, she couldn't help but notice the

fridge was fully stocked.

She wondered why he would buy so much if he lived alone.

Muchen didn't press for her response. Instead, he reached into the fridge, grabbed some ingredients, and turned

towards the kitchen.

Ziyue gathered from Bessalyn's recount that Shichu likely saved Muchen and entrusted him to Bessalyn's care in

Country J.

Although Ziyue initially felt uneasy about both of them spending time together, she had faith in Muchen. Besides,

Bessalyn no longer had any romantic feelings for him.

Did his bad temper drive Bessalyn away?

She couldn't help but smile, her lips twitched as she lowered her gaze.

"What's so funny?"

"Huh?"

The kitchen exuded an inviting ambiance with its open design, where Ziyue and Muchen stood separated only by a

sleek kitchen counter. As she raised her eyes, she found his gaze fixated on her.

Ziyue couldn't help but smirk and teased, "Looks like your fan club is about to shrink by one."

Muchen's face fell instantly. "Bessalyn brought you here," he stated with absolute certainty.

As the words reached her ears, a moment of epiphany washed over Ziyue. She had realized that everything

Bessalyn had said was indeed true.

"Mhm," Ziyue paused briefly before continuing, "Don't mind Bessalyn bringing Yunan along. It wasn't her fault, and

besides, Yunan now knows you're alive."

His face contorted in displeasure as he questioned, "Whose side are you on, Bai Yunan's or Bessalyn's?"

Ignoring the pointed question, Ziyue's brow furrowed as she asked, "So, Bessalyn has been looking after you since

you were rescued?"

Muchen nodded, "That's right." He saw no reason to hide the truth in this matter.

"She saved your life, yet you continue to nitpick everything she does," Ziyue pointed out, acknowledging that

Bessalyn had saved him.

Although she may not have seen eye to eye with Bai Yunan, she knew that Yunan was nothing like Gricy and his

deranged behavior. This realization led her to believe that Yunan posed no threat to Muchen.

As they talked, Ziyue couldn't shake off the thought that it would be best to let Gricy in on the secret if someone had

ill intentions. This made her believe that Bessalyn wasn't someone with malicious intent.

Muchen's gaze intensified, and he tightened his grip on the plate, his voice growing more profound as he asked,

"What else did she tell you?"

Ziyue shook her head and replied, "Nothing unimportant."

A sense of doubt crept into her. Ziyue couldn't help but wonder why Muchen appeared somewhat fearful, as if he

was worried about what else Bessalyn might've shared with her.