Chapter 697


    Chapter 697 Be More Decent


    To Yunan''s surprise, he could sense Ziyue''s unspoken thoughts despite her silence.


    As a seasoned leader in the army, he possessed a sharp eye and had confidence in himself.


    Never once did it ur to him that there would be a spy in his team. Hence, the revtion of a spy


    within his team shattered his pride in his ability to pass urate judgment.


    More often than not, a man would value his dignity and pride more than anything else – understanding


    that fact, Ziyue chose not to expose him.


    Yunan watched her enjoy her food with a thinly veiled shock before finally saying awkwardly, "Catch


    youter."


    Ziyue didn''t even look at him when she responded, "Sure."


    Yunan was about to pay the bill when the waiter nced at Ziyue as he exined, "We usually deduct


    the bill from Mrs. Qin''s membership each time she''s here."


    Is Ziyue my natural enemy? I feel so meek in front of her.


    Though annoyed, he didn''t direct his anger on her.


    In the end, he left morosely.


    On the other hand, Ziyue felt her appetite significantly improved the moment Yunan was gone. She


    finished her dish and went back to work happily.


    The moment she stepped into her office, she saw Nan Ke standing immobile in the middle of the room


    without any inkling of what she had been up to.


    "What''s…" She entered the room and shut the door. It was only at that moment she saw Muchen sitting


    behind the table. "...wrong?" shepleted the question a secondter.


    Muchen waspletely dressed in ck, including the shirt underneath his coat. The first two buttons


    were undone, revealing an inch of his alluring neck.


    He was unusually pale, but his eyes bore the same unfathomable depth.


    He sat straight in his chair, disying his usual demeanor in the office.


    "Did you have a good lunch?" he asked nonchntly.


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    "It was alright." She nodded nkly, still processing the situation.


    Why is he here? It''s right in the middle of the day.


    His face darkened upon hearing her reply, but she had no idea what she had done wrong.


    Muchen red coldly at her as he instructed Nan Ke, "Get me a cup of iced coffee."


    Ziyue returned to her senses and immediately interjected, "Don''t give him that. A ss of water will do."


    After recovering from the shock, Nan Ke looked at both of them. Then, she quietly brought a ss of


    water to Muchen.


    Right after that, she fled before he could unleash his temper.


    Finally, he''s not acting like a lifeless doll. Still, his temperament and his manner remain exactly as


    before.


    Muchen looked at the steaming hot water and pursed his lips.


    With an arch of an eyebrow, hemented, "Not bad. Everyone in the office takes your order now."


    Ziyue kept her eyes on him as she walked past the desk to reach him. She seemed to have him


    trapped with one hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair.


    In the past, he had been doing the same to her.


    Since he was sitting down, she towered over him.


    Lowering her gaze to look at Muchen, she felt power throbbing in her veins.


    "That''s right. Everyone in thepany listens to me since I''m the biggest shareholder now – thanks to


    you." There was a hint of taunting in her voice.


    Muchen looked at her with interest.


    "Is that why you refused to serve me coffee?" he asked, smirking.


    His tone was conversational, as though they had been discussing the weather. Regardless, Ziyue could


    hear a tinge of mncholy in his voice as though she had mistreated him.


    Just as Ziyue was about to straighten her back, the door opened.


    It was Nan Ke, who was about to pass some important documents to her. The moment she saw Ziyue''s


    domineering stance with Muchen, she stuttered, "O-ops. S-Sorry, please continue…"


    She shut the door and went away swiftly.


    Ziyue retracted her arm awkwardly. She didn''t mind being with Muchen as long as it was private. She


    couldn''t stand the feeling of their private moments being exposed.


    Looking at the annoyance on her face, Muchen pulled her into his embrace.


    "Why did you stop? Didn''t Nan Ke just ask us to continue?"


    Ziyue snorted.


    "Continue what?"


    "What you were about to do to me, who knows?" Muchen raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. A


    whirlpool seemed to have stirred in his eyes, pulling her to him.


    Grabbing her hand, he said coolly, "I''d like to keep it professional, but you started this first."


    What''s wrong with him? How could he say these words without blushing?


    She had no ns to proceed further with him, but she blushed when she heard that.


    She struggled from his embrace in frustration.


    However, it had been a while since Muchen was with her. After all, he was no saint, so he couldn''t take


    the temptation any longer.


    Su Ziyue wore a professional zor, making it easy for Muchen to slide his hand into her shirt. His


    rough fingers found their spot on her waist, caressing her gently.


    "Since you can enjoy lunch with another man happily, why can''t Ie here?" he spoke slowly, with a


    hint of a threat.


    His feathery whisper seemed to warn her that he was about to do something if her reply wasn''t


    satisfactory.


    Ziyue''s waist was rather sensitive to touch, causing her to shiver as soon as heid his hand on her.


    Nevertheless, she realized that he was jealous.


    She raised her hand to stop him. "Why are you ming me for everything? It''s you who decided to


    come here. On top of that, Yunan was here to discuss work. Can you stop getting jealous for no good


    reason?"


    This irritating habit of his has never changed!


    Unexpectedly, instead of calming Muchen down, her words triggered him further.


    He tightened his arm around her waist as he spoke, "Don''t you know his ns for you?"


    Ziyue''s face turned grim instantly. "What do you mean, Muchen?"