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"It seems so. Mu Wei is such a useless person. He can definitely do such a thing."

Hearing that, the man smirked.

"Continue."

Qi Jing nodded and continued, "During the meal, Mu Wei left Miss Mu alone. I reckon Miss Mu knew Lin Jiaming's intentions and pretended to be drunk. She met Fu Xun in the elevator while Lin Jiaming was taking her to the guest room upstairs …"

After saying this, he looked up at the BOSS's face and added.

"It's true that Mr. Huo met Miss Mu in the corridor, but she was saved by Fu Xun when the boss rushed over."

"Right."

After a long while, the man leaned back on the sofa, smoking his cigarette coldly without saying anything.

Qi Jing could not hold it in any longer. He gathered up his courage and said, "Boss, Miss Mu is actually quite pitiful."

Lu Shimo looked at him coolly.

Qi Jing knew that he had been blabbering too much. "This subordinate deserves to die."

"Go back and rest."

"Yes, boss."

Twenty minutes later, Aunt Zhou came downstairs.

"Teacher, I've already finished helping Miss Mu, but Miss Mu's arm …"

"I'm fine." Lu Shimo nodded. Lingyun stood up and went upstairs, "It's been hard on you, Aunt Zhou. Go and rest."

"Sir, you should get some rest as well. Call me if you need anything."

"Right."

It was already half past eleven when he finished his shower. He was wearing a nightgown with a strip tied around his waist, revealing his firm chest.

He was leaning against the headboard, smoking, a laptop on his lap, a company report on the screen.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.

It's going to rain.

He tilted his head and flicked the ash from his cigarette with his finger. Something flashed in his deep eyes.

He lifted a corner of the blanket and was about to get off the bed.

The next second, he pulled his foot back.

He stubbed out the cigarette, shut the computer and set it aside. He turned off the light and lay down.

The unstable life in his early years allowed him to form the habit of a light sleep.

Outside the window.

One second before the sound of thunder, the man opened his eyes. His dark eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

After about half a minute, he closed his eyes and the night became quiet again.

One in the morning.

The rain outside the window was loud, the lightning and thunder crisscrossing.

Light shone through the heavy curtains into the bedroom, illuminating the man's still, handsome face.

Despite the soundproofing effect of the house, the sound could still be heard clearly in the dead silence of the night.

Finally, he moved.

Two minutes later, in the study.

In front of the computer.

The cold light on the screen hit the man's face, making his facial features seem even more rigid.

Her slender fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, and after half a minute, the screen displayed the scene in the guest room.

The woman on the bed was sitting with her knees bent.

One hand was wrapped tightly around the quilt, and his head was buried under it.

Lu Shimo frowned.

Although he couldn't see her face, he could tell from the fact that her shoulders were shaking from time to time that she was crying.

Her body could still be seen trembling in response to the thunder outside the window.

Without even realizing it, Lu Shimo's brow was furrowed tightly.

Time passed minute by minute.

It was half past two in the morning.

In the study, the ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts. Smoke filled the entire study.

Outside, the rain had died down and the thunder had died down.

The woman on the screen remained in the same position.

The only difference was that her body was no longer trembling.

At this point, Lu Shimo put out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, got up and went back to the master bedroom expressionlessly.

"..."

9 AM.

Mu Yu woke up. She first used the European style ceiling before coming back to her senses.

She jerked to her feet and pulled on her left shoulder, her face contorted in pain.

"Hiss — it hurts."

He crawled up from the bed, ignoring the pain, and curled up for the entire night. His body was aching terribly.

She ran to the window and looked out, confirming her guess.

"Yes, Linlang Bay."

Frowning, she looked at her arm that was held in place and pursed her lips.

Thinking of the terrifying Lu Shimo from last night, she shuddered violently.

She almost thought Lu Shimo was going to kill her.

But what was he doing?

He had treated her so well last night, but he had brought her back to Linlang Bay.

"What's this? Give me another sweet date after I give you a slap?"

Since she couldn't find any clothes she could wear, she had to go downstairs in her nightgown.

At this time, Aunt Zhou was cleaning the room. When she saw her, she quickly said, "Little girl, are you awake yet? "Auntie Zhou, please prepare whatever breakfast you would like to have."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhou." She glanced around, bit her lip and asked, "What about Lu Shimo?"

"Oh, sir left for the company early in the morning."

Mu Yu couldn't tell what she was feeling. She looked at Aunt Zhou's body and asked, "Aunt Zhou, I should leave now, but I don't have any clothes. Can you lend me one?"

"Since mister has brought you back, you can stay here. Besides, if mister doesn't see you when you leave and blames me, then I …" Aunt Zhou looked troubled.

Mu Yu's heart softened. She didn't want to involve anyone else just because of her.

"Then I'll wait for his return."

"That's right!"

She put down the things in her hands and led her to the dining room.

"Wait a moment, what would you like to eat from the food that Aunt Zhou made for you?"

She smiled. "Anything is fine."

Aunt Zhou sized her up, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she was suitable for her husband.

It was just that she was too thin and made more delicious food to supplement her future wife's health, so that she could quickly give birth to a child and a woman to add to her husband's happiness.

After breakfast, in the living room.

There was a stack of newspapers under the coffee table that had arrived this morning, and she picked them up and opened them.

Seeing this, her expression changed, and she abruptly stood up.

Today's headline in the financial newspaper was not about the financial news, but a color photo that took up most of the space.

The picture made her face twitch.

In the photo, a tall man was holding a woman wrapped in a blanket in his arms. The woman only revealed her small face.

The top of the photo was marked with a bold black title.

"The president of MingZhou's company appeared at the Huatang Hotel late into the night, and his woman is suspected to have been exposed."

"…"

Throwing down the newspaper, she looked down at it.

With a little bit of luck, she picked it up and flipped to the headlines. She almost fainted.

It was still a full-color photo, and Lu Shimo was looking down at her.

It was worthy of being called an entertainment newspaper. The title was even more exaggerated, and it matched the photo very well.

"The head of the Lu family hugged his wife and loved her lovingly. He looked at her sweetly, causing everyone to be envious!"

Mu Yu was so angry that she frowned and said, "Your mom's retarded. I even have my eyes closed. I'm looking at your sister sweetly!"

She continued to read, and the first sentence of the text made her throw the newspaper away —

"According to the sources, the Lu Family's Sect Leader Lu Shimo already has a fiancee …"

F * ck!

It was some big mouth bastard who found out about the news!