Chapter 338: Chapter 308: I’m Going on a Date
Mu Shuoqian stood at the door, tall and elegant, casting a significant pressure with his displeased face.
Li Jing didn’t know what he had done wrong to have such a prominent figure block his path at the door. He stuttered in agitation as he spoke, "Qian, Young Master Qian, what can I do for you?"
Mu Shuoqian had known that Gu Qili had left; he had stood at the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, watching her go. Compared to the first time he saw her, she was now wearing a camel-colored trench coat. Despite the years that had passed, she still looked like she did when she left, as if time had not etched any marks on her face, resembling a college student.
She stood by the roadside for a while, probably feeling cold, rubbing her hands together, and soon hailed a taxi and got in.
Only after she left did Mu Shuoqian go to the restroom, and upon returning, he headed straight for the private room where Li Jing was.
"President Li." Mu Shuoqian nodded slightly.
Li Jing was somewhat flattered, "Young Master Qian is too polite. Just call me Li Jing."
He felt unworthy of the title President Li.
"Was President Li discussing business just now?" He glanced at the two wine glasses on the table, the half bottle of red wine, and, of course, the contract.
Li Jing was candid, "Yes, I was discussing investment matters with a client."
"Did the discussion go well?"
Li Jing couldn’t think of any reason why Mu Shuoqian would be concerned about his contract and felt unease mixed with affirmation as he nodded, "It’s been signed."
Mu Shuoqian responded with an "Oh," and wished him, "May President Li’s business be prosperous."
The sound of the door closing made Li Jing’s befuddlement intensify.
As soon as he left Xiangshan, Mu Shuoqian pulled out his phone.
"How long does it take to acquire an investment company?"
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The cold war between Mu Qinian and Mu Shuoqian was still ongoing. Usually, at this time, he would be in the living room watching cartoons, but to express his frustration, he stubbornly stayed in his room and refused to come out.
Mu Qinian glanced at the clock on the wall, feeling dejected as he knocked down the Lego toy he had assembled for the eighth time.
He actually really wanted to watch the cartoon. He had left off at a crucial moment yesterday, unsure if Lu Fei had activated Gear Four; if he did, it must have been so cool.
But his dad hadn’t come back yet. If he sat properly in the living room as if nothing was the matter, wouldn’t his dad think that he was no longer angry?
While Mu Qinian was wrestling with this dilemma, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening below, followed by Uncle Yu’s voice, "Sir, you’re back, have you eaten?"
Mu Qinian immediately climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself, pretending to be asleep.
He waited for a while, and sure enough, he could hear footsteps approaching his door. Mu Qinian secretly covered his mouth and giggled; it seemed his dad was about to come in and apologize.
Soon, he felt someone standing beside his bed, and from the invisible pressure, he knew it was his father.
Mu Qinian curled up under the blanket, his back to him, biting his fist to stay silent.
Mu Shuoqian looked down at the small bundle, leaning against the headboard as he sat down,
He used to frequently ask about his mother, but Mu Shuoqian didn’t know how to respond. He couldn’t tell him that it was because of himself that his grandfather died, that he nearly killed him too, that’s why his mother left for afar. So, each time this question came up, he would just coldly turn away. After three or five times, the child stopped asking.
But he really wanted to tell him, his mother was a beautiful, kind, and intelligent woman, also the only woman he has loved and will continue to love deeply in this life.
Now, this woman has returned. She should soon find out about Mu Qinian’s existence. He clearly understood the importance of a child to a mother. However, he also knew that without her, and without Mu Qinian, he’d be no different from a breathing corpse.
So, let him be selfish this one time. She could have more children in the future, but for him, Mu Qinian was all he had in this lifetime.
Mu Qinian was still pretending to sleep, expecting Mu Shuoqian to do something, but after a long wait, he only heard a soft sigh. Then a hand reached over to tuck in the blanket and turned off the bedside lamp.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and silence returned to the room.
Mu Qinian suddenly sat up, feeling a sudden sting in his eyes. Maybe his dad still loved him after all, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to sneak a peek at him, just like he sneaked a look at Ali that midnight.