Marry Me Quick

On the following day, as Ziyue stepped into her office, she immediately noticed the absence of the crumpled paper

she had thrown on the floor.

Ke, who entered right behind her, spotted her standing there and asked, "What's up?"

"Nah," Ziyue replied with a dismissive wave.

After Ke left, Ziyue turned her attention to the documents on her desk and discovered a new comic strip among

them. However, the scene depicted in the drawing seemed oddly familiar.

It featured a woman sitting on a bed, wrapped in a blanket, with a telltale blush on her face, while a naked man

closed in on her with a caption that read, "Last night's shenanigans..."

The familiarity of the scene depicted in the comic strip caught Ziyue off guard.

"Wait a minute, isn't this... from that time with Muchen?" She murmured, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment

washing over her. Ziyue was dumbfounded that Muchen still remembered such details after ages.

Suddenly, Ke entered her room and asked, "Mrs. Qin, do you want something to drink?"

Startled, Ziyue quickly hid the comic before her, cleared her throat, and replied, "Oh, yeah, a cup of coffee, please.

Thanks."

Ke paused momentarily, looking slightly puzzled, before nodding and saying, "Sure, I'll bring it right over."

As Ke exited the room, she couldn't help but wonder why Ziyue had been acting strangely lately.

Once alone, Ziyue retrieved the comic strip from the drawer and glanced at it again. Her face turned beet red, and

she hastily shoved it back, realizing that the crumpled comic she had thrown on the floor the previous day was also

inside.

She knew Muchen might sneak into her office again, and he did.

Would he come again tonight?

Meanwhile, Chuan remained unreachable. After weighing their options, they ultimately decided to send Yichen to

Country J.

Given his long-standing position at LK headquarters and familiarity with people in Country J, it made perfect sense

for him to handle the task. Ziyue knew that if she were to go, it would draw too much attention and lead to

unnecessary complications.

Furthermore, Yunan's mention of someone sighting Muchen only added to the overall strangeness. Ziyue felt the

urge to update Muchen about these developments.

As the evening approached and it was time to leave the office, she found a pretext to stay back and asked Ke to

pick up Zixi.

By eleven o'clock, most of the employees had already left the building.

Ziyue glanced at the clock, rose from her chair, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

She gazed at the city lights outside, lost in thought and plagued by restlessness, causing her to pace back and forth.

Will he show up again?

Though Ziyue had confirmed that Muchen was still alive, he hadn't been home, and she had no way to contact him,

leaving her dependent on the chance to see him.

This uncertainty weighed on her, making her uneasy.

Then, at half-past eleven, she heard the faint sound of the door being opened behind her.

Turning around, she caught sight of a figure standing in the doorway.

She couldn't make out his face clearly, with only one working light illuminating the room. Still, his presence and aura

confirmed that it was Muchen.

As Muchen entered and saw Ziyue still there, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

He knew Ziyue still resented him, and considering her fiery temper, Muchen anticipated her giving him the cold

shoulder for a few days before confronting him. He never thought she would be waiting for him this soon, just a day

later.

Muchen was delighted at this pleasant surprise as he walked up to Ziyue and wanted to hug her.

'Smack!'

Ziyue slapped his hand away and glared at him, "Stop being touchy-feely. I have something important to ask you."

"Why haven't you been in touch with me when you were safe all these times? And why haven't you come back

home?" Ziyue took the initiative and fired these questions at Muchen before he could deceive her.

Muchen was taken aback by her directness, "I thought you were staying because you missed me,"

"I thought if you missed and cared about me, you wouldn't have disappeared and ignored me like this!" Ziyue

retorted.

Muchen's expression stiffened briefly, but he reached out to grab Ziyue's hand.

She tried to dodge, but it was futile.

Muchen held onto Ziyue's arms and pulled her into his arms.

Ziyue struggled, but Muchen held her tighter, causing her arms to ache.

Her temper flared up instantly. Before she could unleash her anger, Muchen muttered, "Who said I didn't miss you?

I was about to go crazy from thinking of you."

No need for sugar-coated or extravagant words. Muchen poured out his raw feelings for Ziyue with unpretentious

words.

Eventually, Ziyue gave in and allowed him to embrace her.

Muchen gradually loosened his grip, resting his chin on her shoulder. Then, he turned his head and took a deep

breath in her neck as if finding solace in her scent. Eventually, he released her.

He held onto her shoulders, eyes fixed on hers, and uttered, "It's not the right time yet. Once everything is settled,

I'll explain everything to you. It'll be over soon, I promise."

Ziyue pressed further, "But how soon is 'soon'? We can't reach Chuan, and there are rumors of people from

Country J lurking in Yunzhou City. They're hiding in the shadows, ready to strike."

Muchen wasn't surprised at all. Under the dim lighting, his facial features were obscured, but his calm demeanor

exuded a reassuring presence.

He stated, "We'll be together again as a family on New Year's."

Ziyue muttered, "New Year's?"

She didn't have any particular attachment to New Year's. After her father's passing, she was brought back to the Su

family, constantly feeling like an outsider during their New Year's get-together.

When she turned eighteen, she was sent abroad, and New Year's held no significance to her during those years.

Even in her first year back in the country, she didn't have much anticipation or auspicious sentiments toward New

Year's.

She buried herself in work during the two years she was apart from Muchen. To her, New Year was a regular day.

And it had been that way for many years.

For years on end, she was deprived of the warmth and joy of a family reunion during the New Year.

Muchen sensed her sadness from the brimming emotions in her eyes. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed her

forehead as if to offer comfort.

Feeling hopeful and anxious, Ziyue uttered, "But... there's only two months left until New Year."

She had returned to Yunzhou City in late October, and with Muchen's accident and over a month passing,

December had arrived, signaling the imminent arrival of the New Year.

"Trust me on this."

"Mmm."

Before Ziyue even realized it, she had already nodded in agreement