“How noisy,” Ye Moxuan retorted. He turned around expressionlessly and reached up his hand to touch his ear. Once George—the busybody—left, the house became much more peaceful and serene.
Han Muzi was still cooking in the kitchen. He walked to the kitchen entrance, and let his gaze fall on her. The lights in the kitchen were a warm yellow. She was wearing her light-colored apron and her long hair was tied gently behind her head; the lights seemed to cover her in a soft glow. Watching her like this, he suddenly felt a strong feeling that a couple should be living together like this.
He had not known her for a long time—it hadn’t even been half a month yet—and he had no real understanding of the woman in front of him, yet his body seemed to act beyond his control. He wanted to stay close to her. Why do I feel this way? Why?!
As he was seriously pondering this question, she seemed to have an intuitive feeling and glanced at him. “Why are you standing there?” she asked him peculiarly. “Are you going to help again?”
Her eyes and her expression might not have been obvious, but he could tell that she was suspicious of him. His thin lips twitched slightly; a strong feeling of helplessness rose from the bottom of his heart. He never thought the day he was powerless to be in front of a woman, moreover, he didn’t even seem to have any words to refute her.
“Forget it; why don’t you wait in the living room? I’ll be done in a flash,” she said as she turned around to continue cooking.
He didn’t reply.
Today’s dinner had similar dishes to yesterday’s dinner—there were vegetables, meat, and soup. Since she was pregnant, Han Muzi would not skimp out on her meals. Only if she was exhausted to the point where she had no energy left to cook would she simply eat something light.
Normally, she kept to her routine. She would take the time to seriously choose and buy what she needed at the department store, slowly cook it after getting home, and then slowly eat it by herself. However, to Ye Moxuan, these dishes were very crude. After all, the Yuchi Family had chefs who were widely sought after, while her dishes were simple home-cooked meals.
They both ate their dinner in silence. He quietly drank his fish soup and watched the woman in front of him as she ate quietly, and his heart seemed to gradually calm down.
After eating, she tidied up the plates and brought them into the kitchen. He followed after her and neutrally said, “I’ll help you.”
She glanced at the sleeves he had not folded up and laughed. “Forget it; I’m afraid you might break all my plates. By then, I’d have to spend money buying a whole new set.”
Hearing that, he narrowed his eyes. “Are you doubting me?”
“Ah, no, no. I’m not doubting you. I just feel that the President of the prestigious Yuchi Group shouldn’t be doing these kinds of things. Besides, you’re my boss and a guest at that. It’s alright to just leave these things to me.”
‘You’re my boss and a guest at that’. These eight words made him go quiet. It coincided with the words George had just said to him. You’re just her superior at work; don’t tell me you’re trying to control her private life too?
So, in her eyes, she had invited him for dinner because she was treating him as her boss? What if he wasn’t her boss? After all, she didn’t reject George, who came here to claim a free meal.
At this moment, his phone rang. Ye Moxuan glanced at it—it was the housekeeper—and answered. “Young Master Xuan, Old Master wants to know what time you will be back.”
He looked at Han Muzi and pursed his lips. “Soon.”
“I understand. The Old Master would like you to come back earlier, Young Master Xuan.”
“I understand.”
After ending the call, she glanced at him as he looked at his phone, and asked, “Is your family urging you to go back?” Before he could even answer, she added, “It’s getting late; why don’t you hurry back home?”
Her words made him scowl straightaway, and he stared at the woman in front of him unhappily. “You want me to leave so badly?”
She didn’t answer. Of course, I don’t want you to leave. But, even if he stayed, what could they do? Right now, she was anxious to call Su Jiu and ask if there was a better solution because she couldn’t feel any fluctuations in Ye Moxuan’s memory—he was way too calm when facing her.
“No.” Han Muzi smiled faintly; she lowered her eyelids as she said, “Then, if I asked you to stay, would you?”
He narrowed his eyes at her words and stared at her dangerously. “Are you sure?”
I thought he would reject me. I didn’t expect he would actually… “Ahem,” She placed the plates and cutlery in the kitchen cabinet. “Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“You need to take responsibility for your words.” Ye Moxuan’s gaze pierced straight into her back while he coldly said, “Otherwise, don’t say it.”
She paused mid-step and turned back to look at him. “Then, what if one day, you find out that you failed to keep the promises you made?” He promised that he would take good care of herself and Little Bean, but he met with an accident and lost all his memories. She wasn’t angry at him, but her heart ached for him. Nobody could have predicted that an accident would happen.
He narrowed his eyes at her words; his gaze deepened with a touch of inquisitiveness. The words this woman said were truly strange and unusual. “I won’t. I always keep my promises.”
She smiled faintly. “Then, I’ll just have to wait for you to deliver on your promises. Alright, it’s not early anymore. You should leave for today. I’ve already packed up your clothes from yesterday; don’t forget to bring them with you.” Without waiting for his reaction or response, she walked into the kitchen. By the time she had finished clearing up, the living room had returned to its usual peacefulness.
She opened the door and peered downstairs—his car was gone. Seems like he truly left. She hurriedly went back into her room to get her phone to call Su Jiu.
Su Jiu must have been taking care of her kids when she answered the phone—there were children’s voices around her.
“Secretary Su, I’m sorry for calling you at this hour. You—”
“It’s not a problem, Miss Muzi. How can I help you?”
“Mommy! Mommy!”
Hearing the children’s voices through the phone as they called out to Su Jiu, Han Muzi couldn’t help but laugh. “How energetic.”
“Sigh. Kids are a boisterous bunch. They’re so noisy it gives me a headache every day.”
Han Muzi seemed to hear the sound of someone getting up and Su Jiu coaxing her children. Very quickly, the surroundings began to quiet down.
“Miss Muzi, did you have any questions for me recently?”
“Yes.” Han Muzi told Su Jiu everything about the recent events. She was very distressed. “I feel like he doesn’t seem to have any special reaction. Didn’t you say interacting with familiar people would stimulate his memory? But why do I feel that… he hasn’t recalled a single thing?”
Su Jiu considered it for a while, then answered, “Actually, this isn’t something written in stone—it isn’t necessarily absolute; it’s more a matter of a possibility. Besides, from what you said… it doesn’t seem like you guys have been particularly intimate with each other?”
