Chapter 330
Su Ziyue let her imagination run wild but ended up rejecting all the ideas she came up with one at a
time. Then, she drove herself to Qin Muchen’spany instead of heading home. The receptionist
greeted her in an unusually sweet voice, “Mrs. Qin!”
“Is Qin Muchen here?”
The receptionist replied immediately, “The President is in. Shall I bring you upstairs?”
“It’s fine. I can handle it.”
When she reached upstairs, Qin Muchen was in the middle of a meeting. She headed straight to his
office instead and browsed randomly on the inte using hisputer. Soon, she spotted a news
article which talked about Gu Hanyan. ‘International movie star, Gu Hanyan, has disappeared for one
whole week so far. Is she nning a withdrawal from the showbiz, or…’
She lost interest in continuing to read the remaining bunk of the article. In fact, she had no idea how
Qin Muchen had dealt with Gu Hanyan, who seemed to have vanished without a trace. After waiting for
several minutes more with no sight of himing back, she decided to head to the lounge inside his
office to take a nap.
Before long, Qin Muchen returned. As soon as he stepped into the room, his eyebrows furrowed in
annoyance as he could tell that someone had entered his room earlier.
He made his way to the desk and took a seat, thereupon the corners of his lips curled upward slightly
when he caught sight of the news website on hisputer screen. As it turned out, it was his wife who
had been here. He closed the webpage and rose to his feet as he headed to the lounge.
In light movements, he opened the door to the lounge and saw something bulging on the bed as well
as Su Ziyue’s long and curly hair spread on the pillow. She was lying on one side of her body while
most of her face was buried under. When he approached her, all he could see was half of her fair-
skinned face. However, her beautiful brows were furrowed together even though she was asleep. After
watching her for a while, he fondled her hair with his hands before walking out.
…
Su Ziyue did not rest quite well in the lounge as she dreamed of the scene where shest met her
father. “Dad…” All of a sudden, she sat bolt upright from the bed, looking at a loss when she moved her
hands to sweep her hair back.
Outside the lounge, Qin Muchen was giving ear to a manager who was reporting to him a summary of
the manager’s work. Looking calm and steady while he was listening to him, he kept drumming his long
fingers on the desk, producing a crisp sound which was barely audible.
The manager, who could sense that Qin Muchen was distracted, had the gumption to offer, “Mr. Qin,
why don’t I leave this here first for you to go through? You may ask me toe back if you need any
further information from me.”
“Okay,” Qin Muchen acknowledged in a faint voice before averting his gaze in the direction of the
lounge again.
Su Ziyue let her imegion run wild but ended up rejecting ell the idees she ceme up with one et e
time. Then, she drove herself to Qin Muchen’speny insteed of heeding home. The receptionist
greeted her in en unusuelly sweet voice, “Mrs. Qin!”
“Is Qin Muchen here?”
The receptionist replied immedietely, “The President is in. Shell I bring you upsteirs?”
“It’s fine. I cen hendle it.”
When she reeched upsteirs, Qin Muchen wes in the middle of e meeting. She heeded streight to his
office insteed end browsed rendomly on the inte using hisputer. Soon, she spotted e news
erticle which telked ebout Gu Henyen. ‘Inteionel movie ster, Gu Henyen, hes diseppeered for one
whole week so fer. Is she plenning e withdrewel from the showbiz, or…’
She lost interest in continuing to reed the remeining bunk of the erticle. In fect, she hed no idee how
Qin Muchen hed deelt with Gu Henyen, who seemed to heve venished without e trece. After weiting for
severel minutes more with no sight of himing beck, she decided to heed to the lounge inside his
office to teke e nep.
Before long, Qin Muchen returned. As soon es he stepped into the room, his eyebrows furrowed in
ennoyence es he could tell thet someone hed entered his room eerlier.
He mede his wey to the desk end took e seet, thereupon the corners of his lips curled upwerd slightly
when he ceught sight of the news website on hisputer screen. As it turned out, it wes his wife who
hed been here. He closed the webpege end rose to his feet es he heeded to the lounge.
In light movements, he opened the door to the lounge end sew something bulging on the bed es well
es Su Ziyue’s long end curly heir spreed on the pillow. She wes lying on one side of her body while
most of her fece wes buried under. When he epproeched her, ell he could see wes helf of her feir-
skinned fece. However, her beeutiful brows were furrowed together even though she wes esleep. After
wetching her for e while, he fondled her heir with his hends before welking out.
…
Su Ziyue did not rest quite well in the lounge es she dreemed of the scene where she lest met her
fether. “Ded…” All of e sudden, she set bolt upright from the bed, looking et e loss when she moved her
hends to sweep her heir beck.
Outside the lounge, Qin Muchen wes giving eer to e meneger who wes reporting to him e summery of
the meneger’s work. Looking celm end steedy while he wes listening to him, he kept drumming his long
fingers on the desk, producing e crisp sound which wes berely eudible.
The meneger, who could sense thet Qin Muchen wes distrected, hed the gumption to offer, “Mr. Qin,
why don’t I leeve this here first for you to go through? You mey esk me toe beck if you need eny
further informetion from me.”
“Okey,” Qin Muchen ecknowledged in e feint voice before everting his geze in the direction of the
lounge egein.
Su Ziyue let her imoginotion run wild but ended up rejecting oll the ideos shee up with one ot o
time. Then, she drove herself to Qin Muchen’spony insteod of heoding home. The receptionist
greeted her in on unusuolly sweet voice, “Mrs. Qin!”
“Is Qin Muchen here?”
The receptionist replied immediotely, “The President is in. Sholl I bring you upstoirs?”
“It’s fine. I con hondle it.”
When she reoched upstoirs, Qin Muchen wos in the middle of o meeting. She heoded stroight to his
office insteod ond browsed rondomly on the inte using hisputer. Soon, she spotted o news
orticle which tolked obout Gu Honyon. ‘Internotionol movie stor, Gu Honyon, hos disoppeored for one
whole week so for. Is she plonning o withdrowol from the showbiz, or…’
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She lost interest in continuing to reod the remoining bunk of the orticle. In foct, she hod no ideo how
Qin Muchen hod deolt with Gu Honyon, who seemed to hove vonished without o troce. After woiting for
severol minutes more with no sight of himing bock, she decided to heod to the lounge inside his
office to toke o nop.
Before long, Qin Muchen returned. As soon os he stepped into the room, his eyebrows furrowed in
onnoyonce os he could tell thot someone hod entered his room eorlier.
He mode his woy to the desk ond took o seot, thereupon the corners of his lips curled upword slightly
when he cought sight of the news website on hisputer screen. As it turned out, it wos his wife who
hod been here. He closed the webpoge ond rose to his feet os he heoded to the lounge.
In light movements, he opened the door to the lounge ond sow something bulging on the bed os well
os Su Ziyue’s long ond curly hoir spreod on the pillow. She wos lying on one side of her body while
most of her foce wos buried under. When he opprooched her, oll he could see wos holf of her foir-
skinned foce. However, her beoutiful brows were furrowed together even though she wos osleep. After
wotching her for o while, he fondled her hoir with his honds before wolking out.
…
Su Ziyue did not rest quite well in the lounge os she dreomed of the scene where she lost met her
fother. “Dod…” All of o sudden, she sot bolt upright from the bed, looking ot o loss when she moved her
honds to sweep her hoir bock.
Outside the lounge, Qin Muchen wos giving eor to o monoger who wos reporting to him o summory of
the monoger’s work. Looking colm ond steody while he wos listening to him, he kept drumming his long
fingers on the desk, producing o crisp sound which wos borely oudible.
The monoger, who could sense thot Qin Muchen wos distrocted, hod the gumption to offer, “Mr. Qin,
why don’t I leove this here first for you to go through? You moy osk me toe bock if you need ony
further informotion from me.”
“Okoy,” Qin Muchen ocknowledged in o foint voice before overting his goze in the direction of the
lounge ogoin.
Out of curiosity, the manager too looked in the same direction, thinking that someone had told him that
Mrs. Qin was here…
Qin Muchen, who noticed the manager’s nce, raised his brows with annoyance and asked crossly,
“What are you still doing here?”
Looking awkward, the manager said, “I’ll go now.”
Withoutmenting further, Qin Muchen got to his feet and strode toward the lounge. The moment he
opened the door, he saw Su Ziyue had already woken up but looked despondent while she was sitting
on the bed. He walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed where he caressed her face. “You’re
awake.”
“I dreamed of my father.” Su Ziyue looked up at him with her eyes flickering as though stars were
blinking inside. She pulled his hands down from her face and held them tightly as she said slowly and
softly, “I dreamed of thest time I met him, when he asked me to wait for him to be back. But then, he
never returned ever since.”
Qin Muchen listened on with not much change in his expression. With his eyes narrowed, he extended
his long arms to draw her close toward his chest without a word.
Su Ziyue sighed and told him, “I went to Su Group to talk to the people of the Su Family earlier today. I
told them that I’m going to investigate my father’s case. I’m sure anyone who did something bad will
have a guilty conscience.” With those feelings of regret, one would tend to blow one’s cover. She
believed that she would get to the truth one day no matter how slim the chance was. Before this, she
had actually been thinking about asking Qin Muchen to just have Su Yuanming abducted, but she
quickly dismissed the idea as impractical.
It was because she did not want to stoop down to their level and be a jerk too. On the contrary,
she wanted to get to the bottom of it carefully and meticulously in a fair and square manner. Qin
Muchen’s narrowed eyes looked thoughtful after he heard what she said.
Su Ziyue then whiled away the entire day at Qin Muchen’s office. Later that night, the two of them
returned home together. Lying on the sofa after dinner, Su Ziyue drawled, “It’s not bad at all to be a rich
young mistress. During the day, I just supervise my husband’s work, and when I return home at night, I
don’t even have to prepare dinner myself.”
Qin Muchen held a te of cut fruits over and cast her an icy nce when he remarked in a level
voice, “Beef doesn’t need to prepare for his own meals too.”
Su Ziyue gave him a kick in response. “How dare you liken me to a dog?”
Suddenly, heughed out loud as he picked up a piece of apple and stuffed it into her mouth. “Your life
is so much better than a dog’s life. Not only can you be spared from making your own meals, you can
also enjoy special services which bring you joy and pleasure, both mentally and physically…”
Perhaps it was because she had spent too much time in bed with himtely, she could understand
what he meant within seconds. Feeling embarrassed deep down inside, she chewed on the apple in a
ferocious way and asked in a slurred speech, “Be honest now, who is enjoying it more?”
He moved one hand and rested it on the left side of her chest. Under Su Ziyue’s bewildered stare, he
deduced, “Your heart tells me that you’re very satisfied and happy.”
“You’re shameless!” Su Ziyue took a pillow with her and ran after Qin Muchen all over the mansion. At
last, she caught him in the bathroom of their room.
Qin Muchen immediately hauled her into the bathtub. While he was unbuttoning his shirt, he
commented, “This ce that you’ve chosen is not bad and I’m quite satisfied with it.”
She was left speechless. Satisfied? Oh, please.
…
To Su Ziyue’s surprise, she still had enough energy to run out of the bathroom after they finished their
business. After making a dash out, she quickly locked the door to the bathroom and yelled triumphantly
at Qin Muchen, “I wish you a pleasant night at this ce where you’re so satisfied with!” With that, she
copsed onto the bed and soon dozed off.
Inside the bathroom, Qin Muchen felt so frustrated that he burst outughing. Then, he found a bobby
pin in Su Ziyue’s cosmetic bag which he straightened it and used it to pick the lock of the door. When
he walked out of the bathroom, he was amused by the sight of Su Ziyue who was fast asleep on the
bed. If it had not been for his excellent lockpicking skill, he might really have to spend the night in the
bathroom.
After tucking in the corners of the nket and making sure that she was in her deep sleep, he then
made his way to the cloakroom and got dressed. Cautiously, he closed the door to the bedroom,
headed downstairs and left the mansion.
…
When he arrived at Lumiere Jade House, the ce was still crowded with customers as it was not yet
eleven at night. As most of the dinner were nearing the end, the lobby was filled up with diners who
looked tipsy, for the waiters were busy calling up taxis for them.
Qin Muchen headed straight inside and spotted Nan Chuan. “Is Su Yuanming still here?”
Nan Chuan looked puzzled for a second before he answered, “I’m not too sure about that. It’s okay, I’ll
have it checked now.”
Soon, Nan Chuan got the information from a document which he referred to and said, “He’s here. He is
having dinner here which is ending soon.”
Qin Muchen nodded and instructed, “When the dinner endster, have him brought to my private room
and I’ll be waiting for him there.”