C9

In the past, every word that she spoke with Lin Muhan had been carefully thought through. He was as minuscule as an ant and as cautious as an ant.

But today, when she was talking to him, she was able to calmly analyze and try her best to obtain the greatest amount of benefits. Did this mean that she had already slowly jumped out of the circle that was blindly infatuated with him?

This realization stunned Mi Xue's mind as she recalled her interactions with Lin Muhan during this period of time. In fact, most of it was because she was unwilling and asking for pain.

Would it be different if he changed it?

Dong, dong, dong!

The knock on the door interrupted Mi Xue's train of thoughts and the door opened. Aunt Liu entered the room carrying a tray and saw Mi Xue sitting on the bed.

"Young Mistress, I've made some chicken soup for you. Eat it while it's still hot." Aunt Liu walked to the side of the bed.

"I don't want to eat it right now, so I'll leave it here." Mi Xue smiled politely at Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu opened her mouth, but in the end she did not say anything. She obediently placed the chicken soup on the bedside and took the tray to the door. She couldn't resist turning around and whispering, "Young Mistress, don't always go against Young Master."

Mi Xue's already cold heart suddenly felt warm. There was still someone who cared about her.

"I know." Michelle nodded gratefully.

Aunt Liu closed the door, and Mi Xue walked to the window and opened it. The wind blew in, allowing her to become more clear-headed.

Standing at the window, she thought for a long time until the sky gradually darkened. Then, she walked to the wardrobe, took out her pajamas and headed towards the bathroom.

Looking at the tap, Michelle stretched out her hand and mumbled, "It's time to fight for more rights."

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Morning. The sun was shining. A light breeze was blowing.

Lin Muhan woke up from his bed, and his head was in a bit of pain. He rubbed his temples with his hands and looked around.

Suddenly, he jumped up.

This wasn't his room, so why was he here?

"Han, you're awake." A sweet voice reached his ears.

Lin Muhan turned his head and saw Meng Yuyan's exquisite face. Her eyes were slightly squinted, and had a trace of sleepiness in them.

It was very clear what had happened.

"Why am I here?" Lin Muhan's handsome face revealed a chill, his tone was calm.

"Have you forgotten?" Meng Yuyan lowered her eyes, grievance filling the depths of her eyes.

Lin Muhan did not reply, he only continued to dress on his own, and did not take another glance at the woman behind him. Meng Yuyan waited for a long time, but didn't receive any consolation. She was a little surprised, and when she lifted her eyes to see that Lin Muhan had already finished packing, she became even more flustered.

"You were drunk last night. You called me." Meng Yuyan explained in a low voice.

"Yes."

Lin Muhan turned and entered the bathroom. He looked at the tall and cold back, and frowned.

As he turned on the tap and listened to the splashing sound of the water, Lin Muhan stared at himself in the mirror while thinking back to what happened yesterday.

He went to the clubhouse by himself and opened a private room. Inside the room, there was a glass of wine without a cup, and he felt a little dizzy. He wanted to rest a bit, but he had no idea when Meng Yuyan had arrived.

Ye Zichen took out his phone and looked at the call log. Sure enough, he called her.

Could it be that he dialed the number blurrily yesterday?

After pouring cold water on his face, Lin Muhan combed his hair and walked out of the bathroom.

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Walking to the door, and hearing a gentle call from behind, Lin Muhan's footsteps paused, "Yesterday, I lost control of myself, next time I'm drunk, you can directly find Secretary Lee."

"Han, I …"

Lin Muhan did not continue listening and walked out with large strides.

Meng Yuyan was the only person left in that huge room. She had completely disappeared from the charming and soft look just now, and her large eyes were filled with hatred, like a venomous snake that corroded its bones.

After returning to the company, Lin Muhan felt absent-minded and immediately had his secretary convene a meeting to let him indulge himself in work.

It wasn't until 4 PM that he stopped to catch his breath, returned to his desk, and sat down on a chair. He contentedly picked up his cell phone and saw that there were several calls from home.

He frowned slightly and dialed back.

"Young Master, Young Mistress has locked herself in her room for the whole day without eating anything. Even when we knocked on the door, there was no response." Aunt Liu's anxious voice came out.

Just then, the door to the office was pushed open. Secretary Lee walked in with a stack of documents.

"CEO, this is the project department's new proposal." Secretary Lee placed the things on the table, looked at his watch, and said, "Half an hour from now, it will be time for the meeting between you and CEO Wu Qing Li. It's time for us to set off."

"Alright!" After Lin Muhan agreed to it, he then spoke emotionlessly to the phone, "Do you want to follow her?!"

Inside the villa, Aunt Liu sighed upon hearing Lin Muhan's resolute voice.

After putting down the phone, he walked to the bedroom door, where Aunt Liu knocked: "Young Mistress, say something."

Aunt Liu waited outside the door for a long time, but there was still no movement from inside, so she could only shake her head and go downstairs.

"Aunt Liu, is the Young Mistress still not open the door?"

"Sigh!"

"Young mistress is so pitiful. If she angers Young Master again, then …"

The ear-piercing sound of brakes and the long, clear sound of brakes seemed to freeze the air.

Lin Muhan who was dressed in a hand-made suit rushed out of the car, upon hearing these words, he did not even stop his steps, his expression was calm, but the stern look in his eyes showed his anger.

"Young Master, didn't you say that …"

Aunt Liu quickly kept her words, her heart full of worry.

Just now, she heard the secretary say that Lin Muhan was going to a meeting, why did he suddenly come back?

Lin Muhan rushed upstairs, and the cold air spread wherever he went, "Are you going to open the door yourself, or am I going to get someone to tear the door down!?"

The room was still silent. Lin Muhan's anger had reached its peak.

"Young master..." Aunt Liu, who had followed along, covered his panic as he braced himself to speak. One must know that the current Lin Muhan was even more terrifying than a beast that wanted to eat humans.

Lin Muhan turned his head, and looked down at Aunt Liu from above. Aunt Liu could not help but tremble.

"Bring the key!" Lin Muhan said coldly.

"I, I'll go now!" Aunt Liu stuttered until she finished speaking, then staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Previously, she had thought that the young master was very friendly, at least to his servants. Now, he finally understood Mi Xue's situation. This kind of aura was something that ordinary people could endure.

When Aunt Liu brought over the key, Lin Muhan quickly unlocked the door and kicked it open.

The door slammed into the wall with a loud bang, causing the ground to shake twice.

He coldly looked at the small dot on the bed and quickly walked in. He stared at her sinisterly as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

He hurriedly rushed back. She was actually sleeping!

"You don't eat or drink, what kind of scheme are you playing?!" Lin Muhan angrily lifted the blanket and tried to pull Mi Xue's hand to pull her up.

Mi Xue moaned softly. Lin Muhan still wanted to say something, but his hands felt an unusual heat.

When he looked down, Mi Xue was frowning. Her face was pale and her lips were cracked. Her eyes were tightly shut, but there was a hint of unease in them. Lin Muhan was suddenly moved.

All this time, he had placed all his hatred on her.

But he seemed to forget that she was also a woman, a fragile woman.

Gently putting her down on the bed, Lin Muhan placed his hands on her forehead. She looked like a piece of iron, burning hot to the point that his palms were sweating.

He took out his phone and called Xu Yansheng without thinking.

"The hospital is on duty. I'm not free for anything today." Xu Yansheng's impatient voice came from the other side of the phone.

Lin Muhan immediately hung up and picked Mi Xue up.

Feeling the weight in his embrace, the bone holding his hand, it was so light that he could not believe it.

In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the time they worked together. Her face was covered with baby fat, and although she was thin, she was not as delicate as she was now. It seemed that if he used a little more strength, he would crush her.

"Young Master." Aunt Liu watched the entire scene from the side and spoke in a choked voice that pulled him back from his thoughts.

Lin Muhan did not stop at all, and sprinted downstairs with her in his arms. He carefully carried her into the car, placed her on the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt.

"Without my permission, nothing can happen to you!" Lin Muhan looked at her fiercely. Seeing that she did not react, he shook her a few times with force. "Did you hear that, Mi Xue!"

"En!"

It was unknown if Mi Xue really heard it or if she was asleep, but after she muttered those words softly, Lin Muhan returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

The car was like an arrow leaving the profound. At this moment, Lin Muhan only had one thought, which was to quickly get to the hospital. Who cares if it was a red light? F * ck a speed limit!

After arriving at the hospital, Lin Muhan carried Mi Xue and went straight to Xu Yansheng's office. Seeing him rushing over, Xu Yansheng stood up from his seat and frowned, "Have you forgotten what I told you last time? Only if you really want her to die would you be happy! "

"She has a fever, hurry up and take a look." Lin Muhan immediately interrupted Xu Yansheng's blabbering, but his mind was trembling with fear at the thought of the word "dead".

Xu Yansheng looked at Lin Muhan with a slightly astonished expression. Mi Xue, who was in sleep, seemed to feel that his embrace was very warm. He was shocked that Lin Muhan didn't have the slightest intention to push him away, and his face and eyes revealed deep worry and nervousness.

He had never seen these expressions before.

Xu Yansheng nodded with satisfaction, seeing the pale lips in Mi Xue who was half asleep and half unconscious in his arms, "How could this be?"

Lin Muhan lowered his head and glanced at Mi Xue. His small and exquisite face, which was originally the size of a palm, was currently wrinkled as he shook his head uneasily.

"Have you got a cold? It's been a day since I ate. "

Xu Yansheng took out the thermometer to measure his temperature. Looking at the temperature above, he couldn't help but reveal a worried expression, "The situation isn't good, she just miscarried and caught a cold. I told you before, if you don't recuperate well, it can easily lead to infertility."

Lin Muhan swept his cold and harsh gaze across Xu Yansheng. He still remembered the words that he had said back then.

No!

He wouldn't allow it!