The exquisite small private room was very quiet as only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Han Muzi looked at Duanmu Zhe who was sitting across the table. With eyes like a peach flower petal, he seemed a little more flirtatious under the light. Also, what he just said…
She gave a faint smile. “What about it?”
“Oh?” Duanmu Zhe raised his eyebrows. “So you know all about this?”
Han Muzi pursed her lips and remained silent. Although she looked calm, her lips were gradually turning pale.
“Alright, let’s talk about something you don’t know.” Duanmu Zhe smiled slightly as if to deliberately irritate Han Muzi. “Do you know that the Yuchi family and the Duanmu family have a marriage contract?” Duanmu Zhe saw a touch of other emotions in her beautiful eyes, and the smile on her lips even faded a bit. “It seems like I’ve finally brought up something that you don’t know about. In that case, I didn’t come in vain today.”
What he did not know was that Han Muzi’s fists were clenched under the table. She really could not figure out what Duanmu Zhe meant.
“Last time we met, you asked me why I didn’t invite you to my wedding dinner, right?”
“Yes.”
“That time, you didn’t know any of this?”
Duanmu Zhe shrugged. “I didn’t know. I was out on a long trip, so naturally, I wouldn’t care about things here. Besides, I’m not that interested in these things. I don’t read the news every day, either.”
Han Muzi looked at him, slowly relaxing her fists. She pulled her pale lips into a cold smile. “How can I know if what you’re saying is the truth? Since you’re a family, who knows if you’re all acting in unison?” After that, she stood up straight away. “Alright, that’s all for today. It’s late now and I should head back.”
She walked out immediately while Duanmu Zhe’s voice sounded from behind. “I would support my sister, but it doesn’t mean I’ll agree to every decision she makes. Ye Moxuan is an excellent man, but he doesn’t like my sister. That’s why I won’t let her marry him.”
Han Muzi stopped for a moment, but she did not turn around.
“So—”
“So you don’t want your sister to marry him. What’s that have to do with me?”
Han Muzi interrupted and turned to look at him. “You’re not expecting me to help you, right? Unfortunately, I have to tell you this. I won’t be of much help to you anyway and neither do I have any obligation to do so.”
Since she had already said so, then things were already made clear. Duanmu Zhe could not stop himself from frowning when looking at this woman whose words were so direct. “So you want them to get engaged? But Ye Moxuan is—”
“Mr. Duanmu.” Han Muzi interrupted him again, replying lightly, “Although I almost married Ye Moxuan, at the end of the day, I didn’t. He’s a free man. Since he has lost his memories, all I want is for him to regain his memories of me, and not to force him to accept my identity. If… he gets engaged to someone else, then… there’s nothing left for me to be nostalgic about.”
At least, in her eyes, she treasured feelings. She firmly believed that mutual feelings could overcome all obstacles as long as they were strong enough. Otherwise… Ye Moxuan would not keep trying to get close to her during this period. Perhaps subconsciously, he still remembered her. If even despite this, he still got engaged to someone else, then she would have nothing left to be nostalgic about. Although I love him, as long as the line of marital morality is not crossed, he is free.
Besides, she was not a competitive person. She especially hated when two women fought for a man. It was too ugly of a sight to bear. She nodded at Duanmu Zhe and left the private room.
Duanmu Zhe was stunned as he looked at the spot where she was. He initially thought… that she would be on the same page with him and both of them could work together. He would do it for his sister while Han Muzi would do it for Ye Moxuan. However, he did not expect her to reject his offer and even say something like that.
Judging by the way she looked, it was not that she did not care, so why was she acting so carefreely? Suddenly, Duanmu Zhe’s impression of her changed. A person really could not be compared to another. Compared to Han Muzi’s mature temperament, his sister… was extremely childish.
When Han Muzi stepped out, she looked at the bustling street in front of her as the night gradually fell. The street lamp at the junction already had its light turned on, and the light stretched out her shadow. As she was not familiar with this area, it looked like she could only get a cab.
After taking out her phone to call a cab, she saw that she had gotten many messages on WeChat. Upon clicking in, she saw that they were all from George. He was asking her where she went and why she had not picked up her phone. It was only then that she realized George had made several calls to her, but her phone was left on silent when she was at work and she forgot to unmute it after work.
Han Muzi switched her phone back to its normal settings and called George.
“Aww!” As soon as the call was connected, George wailed, surprising Han Muzi. Stretching out her hand, she pinched in between her eyebrows as she continued walking ahead. When she saw a Chinese Sichuan restaurant up in front, she became a little greedy and wanted to have a meal there before going back.
“Muzi, you’ve finally shown up! I thought that you ran away in anger!”
Hearing this, Han Muzi was speechless. George continued to whine. “You can’t be like this. You must stay in touch with me at all times. I promised you that I’ll get back to you with any news at the very first second.”
“Why’d you think that I ran away in anger?” She was feeling helpless, but her own two feet were still walking quickly. She was getting closer and closer to the Sichuan restaurant.
“Uh… Muzi, don’t you know?”
“Know what?” Smelling the Sichuan food, a smile appeared on Han Muzi’s lips.
“Today, Yuchi’s grandfather has invited Duanmu Aotian and his granddaughter, Duanmu Xue, to discuss engagement matters.”
She was approaching the store but stopped abruptly when she heard this. Did… I hear wrongly? They’re discussing Ye Moxuan and Duanmu Xue’s engagement today?
After hearing no response from her side, George was suddenly a little scared. “Muzi, you… didn’t know about this, did you? I thought you knew, and that’s why you got angry and refused to answer my calls.”
“Muzi? Muzi? Sh*t. Please say something. Why do I somehow feel like I’ve made a huge mistake?” George’s chattering repeatedly sounded from the other end of the phone, and Han Muzi eventually recovered. After a long silence, her beautiful eyes turned cold as she said, “I know now.”
So, the reason he could not go over to her house tonight for dinner was that he was going home to discuss engagement matters? Han Muzi felt as if a big chunk of her heart had been taken away.
