Mu Qinghuan closed the wardrobe and didn't even think about these clothes. She took her design script and went to her design room to make clothes.

She had already drawn the design draft overnight. Mu Ningyue was in too much of a hurry so she could only try her best to design it as she began to work on it at the same time.

Although they were in a hurry, Mu Qinghuan was still very meticulous in her actions.

Although this was done for Mu Ningyue's enemy, Mu Qinghuan couldn't be perfunctory when it came to qipao.

She began to cut the fabric, focusing on her work. She did not notice the passage of time at all, nor did she notice when Ji Zhen had finished his shower and was standing at the door watching her.

Ji Yuan looked at the way women worked under the lights, focused and serious.

The lights outlined the lines of her facial features, causing a faint luster to swirl around her body.

It was so beautiful that no one could bear to disturb the scene in front of them.

Mu Qinghuan was very meticulous in her work. After she finished her initial cut, she exhaled and put down the tools in her hands as she turned her neck tiredly.

So sour.

She couldn't help but frown. Just as she wanted to reach out and beat her sore shoulder, a slightly cold palm suddenly landed on the back of her neck, slowly sliding from her neck to her shoulder.

Mu Qinghuan seemed as though she had been electrocuted. She was startled as she bounced up from her chair.

Ah!

She exclaimed, and turned to see the man's handsome face.

"Why did you come in? Don't you know that scaring people can scare people to death? " Mu Qinghuan unhappily rolled her eyes at the man as her brows tightly knitted together.

When did he come in? How long had he been here? Could it be that he had been looking at her all this while?

When Mu Qinghuan thought of this point, an unspeakable panic and nervousness arose in her heart.

Strange, why was she so nervous!

"Out of the way!" Mu Qinghuan coldly said as she decided to return to her bedroom to sleep. She didn't want to be alone in a room with a man.

Ji Yuan could also see the resistance and disdain in Mu Qinghuan's eyes. His expression immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

This woman's eyes were indeed as blind as ever!

Many women fawned over him, forced him to do so. Even if they wanted to sleep on his bed, he would not spare them a glance. Yet, she still dared to turn her back on them!

Stupid woman!

Ji Chenyuan was especially worried about his son having such a foolish mother.

"Mu Qinghuan, I have something to tell you." Ji Yuan gripped Mu Qinghuan's slender white wrist and said coldly.

Mu Qinghuan was stunned as she hurriedly tried to shake off the man's hand, "Speak as you say it, don't touch me!"

"Make a move?" Ji Yuan's eyes sunk, he looked at her mockingly, and instead took a step closer, the distance between the two instantly shortened, "So what if I touch you?"

"You …!" Mu Qinghuan felt the man suddenly approaching her and her breath instantly froze, "Let go! Ji Yuan, you bastard!

"You are my son's mother. Is there something wrong between us?" When Ji Yuan saw Mu Qinghuan's resistance, an agitated feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.

He originally didn't have a good temper, so his anger rose up and a malicious intent burst out from his eyes without any concealment.

In the past, Ji Yuan would always restrain himself in front of his son, but now that his son was in the room next door, Ji Yuan obviously had no intention of restraining himself.

It was the first time that Mu Qinghuan had felt such a powerful and intimidating pressure coming from a man's body. In an instant, she felt as though she couldn't breathe.