The next day, Han Muzi woke up with a pair of bulging eyes. Yan was shocked at the sight of her face. “Oh my God! What are you doing? Your eyes are bulging like…”
Han Muzi ignored her question while she wet a towel with cold water. She gently pressed the towel on her eyes after squeezing it dry.
“It won’t work like that,” Yan helplessly said as she felt sorry for her. “I realized that you haven’t smiled much after coming back here. We shouldn’t have come back in the first place if I knew this would happen to you.”
“No.” Han Muzi denied her statement while pressing the towel on her eyes. “Why shouldn’t I come back? This is my birthplace. It has nothing to do with others whether I want to come back or not.”
“But…” You don’t seem happy. Yan kept the last part to herself.
“It’s alright.” Han Muzi gently smiled. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. You still think I can’t handle it after surviving these past five years?”
Yan complained inside of her. Yes, you’ve survived the last five years. But what kind of life were you living before? You crazily devoted your whole life to the design business, and everyday you’d be as tired as a dog, falling asleep immediately whenever you came back. Fortunately, it took Little Bean growing up and starting to call you mommy while hugging you dearly for you to regain some sense.
For the last few years, Yan was always worried about Han Muzi while she watched over her. Now that they were back, she had gotten upset over Ye Moxuan all over again. As such, Yan’s anger toward him grew deep. Stupid man! You already hurt Muzi once back then, and now you still won’t let her go. Do you think you’re amazing now that you’re the President of the Ye Group? The next time I meet you, you’re dead!
…
At the top floor office of the Ye Group Building, Ye Moxuan was sitting at his desk in a daze while he scratched the top of his desk with his nails. He couldn’t stop frowning.
The files on his desk were piled up to the size of a small hill, but he didn’t plan to deal with it. He couldn’t focus on his work as his mind was filled with the image of that woman.
Knock! A knock came from the office door, but Ye Moxuan didn’t seem to hear it while he sat there frowning.
Another knock came, but no one answered it, so the person knocking on the door entered anyway.
After Song An pushed open the office door, she saw Ye Moxuan sitting in his place, frowning. Her movements were very evident, but he was lost in a reverie. As she thought about the events that occurred the past few days, the corners of her lips twitched.
She slowly went over, then placed her bag on the table and sat down on a sofa not far from Ye Moxuan. She then made herself some coffee.
Due to the sound of water being poured, Ye Moxuan finally came back around, and after lifting his eyes, he immediately saw Song An drinking coffee on the sofa. “Why are you here?”
Song An glanced at him and ignored him as she smiled and took another sip of her coffee.
“When did you come in?” Ye Moxuan frowned even more.
“When you were drifting into space.” Song An smiled gently and placed the coffee on the table. The collision between the table and porcelain created a slight noise, and what followed was Song An’s voice. “What is it now? As the President, you should be handling your work at this time; instead, you’re just daydreaming. Are you thinking of how to please women?”
Ye Moxuan glared at her bitterly with his sharp eyes.
Song An crossed her hands in front of her chest and squinted back at him. “I know that these words are hard to listen to. But after seeing you like this, I just want to tell you—don’t force it anymore.”
“What are you saying?” The words triggered Ye Moxuan as he tightened his eyebrows.
“I can see that she may still have a bit of affection for you, but she will never be with you.” These words kept Ye Moxuan’s eyebrows and lip tight together while he stared at her bitterly.
Song An stood up. “You don’t like what I’m saying? You don’t want to hear it? Well, that’s the truth.”
“What truth?” Ye Moxuan pressed his lips and asked coldly.
“The truth is that she will never be with you no matter how hard you try.”
“Why not?” Ye Moxuan sneered, “Do you know her very well? How did you come up with this stuff?”
Seeing him sneering, Song An couldn’t help but sneer back at him, “I’m a woman myself. Don’t you think I would understand women better than you?”
Ye Moxuan did not say anymore but his attitude was cold, and it was obvious he was ignoring her.
Song An purposely came today to clear his mind, so naturally, she wouldn’t give up this easily. She stepped up to him and asked, “Why do you think your mother gave birth to you alone back then?
Ye Moxuan remained silent. The moment his mother was mentioned, a trace of pain flashed through his eyes. After all these years, his mother was still a needle in his heart. Every time he thought of his mother, he became more hateful toward the people of the Ye Family, and even hated himself for carrying the blood of the Ye Family.
“During those years, your mother had a few admirers herself, but she chose not to remarry because of you. Even if it wasn’t because of you, she still wouldn’t remarry. Do you know why?”
Ye Moxuan was still silent.
“It was because she was hurt badly. She gave her whole heart, but it was thrown away to rot, and ever since, all her hopes and dreams collapsed before her. How much effort do you think she needed to rebuild her trust for you—no, wait, let me correct myself—her trust for men. Muzi’s situation is very different from your mother’s, but she is much stronger than your mother ever was. What do you think is the possibility of her coming back to you? Not even half a chance. If you want to be exact, then it’s about 10 percent,” Song An explained.
Even though Song An’s words were a bit harsh, it truthfully described Han Muzi’s real situation. No wonder… she always rejects me, Ye Moxuan thought. However, his eyes darkened as both his fists tightened. “So what?”
“So what? Do you even know what I’m trying to tell you? Do you want to foolishly wait for her just because of a 10 percent chance? You’re not young anymore. There isn’t any time for you to waste.”
“Heh.” Ye Moxuan chuckled while squinting at his aunt. “As my aunt, shouldn’t you be well aware of my personality? I don’t care if the chance is 10 percent or even point-one percent. I will never give up.”
Song An was rendered speechless.
“I must have her.” Ye Moxuan was determined.
“You are hopeless!” Song An couldn’t help but yell at him with a stern face, “Who are you pretending to be emotional to? If you really can’t be without her, then why did you do those things back then? That’s right, I’ve heard about it from Xiao Su. When she came to see you, you left her—a pregnant woman—in the rainy night.”
When the past was mentioned, traces of pain rose to Ye Moxuan’s face as he gritted his teeth. “It was different back then; I was misled. I thought…”
