Marry Me Quick
Chapter 183

Chapter 183

Bai Jingshu tried several times to delete that message but all he received was a notification telling him: 'Request can't be processed because the message was sent more than 2 minutes ago.'

He went ballistic and turned to roar at the culprit, "Qin Muchen! What you did will cost you our friendship!"

"I think hitting the gym should be your top priority now or Miss An might laugh at your bad shape when the time comes."

Qin Muchen did not look like he had had alcohol at all judging from how coherently he spoke and how calm he looked.

Although Qin Muchen's comment only made Bai Jingshu even more frustrated, at the same time, he thought he made sense and he could come up with nothing to rebut him because there was nothing wrong with his comment.

Since he could not avoid the humiliating experience either way, the least he could do was make sure he did it in the coolest manner.

Ignoring the mess in Bai Jingshu's mind, Qin Muchen took his suit jacket and walked out of the private room.

Lying sideways on the sofa, Bai Jingshu stared at the ceiling blankly. He was confident that he would be able to come up with the perfect plan to dodge the bullet this time.

After leaving the private room, Qin Muchen loosened his tie on his way to the washroom.

When he turned the corner, he was nearly knocked into by a man who was walking toward him.

Qin Muchen reacted promptly by stepping sideways. As for the man, he lunged forward directly and stumbled onto the ground.

He took a closer look at the man and found that he was someone he knew.

After recognizing him as Gong Zeyang, Qin Muchen walked past him with a cold face but to his surprise, Gong Zeyang had already gotten to his feet, albeit unsteadily, and grabbed his arm to stop him.

Qin Muchen only cast a glimpse at him before looking away. "Let me go, " he demanded.

After making sure his footing was steady, Gong Zeyang narrowed his eyes to look at the man in front of him before letting out a sneer. "Qin Muchen! It's you..."

In a frosty manner, Qin Muchen shook off his hand and was ready to turn around and leave when Gong Zeyang's joyous voice came, "Tomorrow... I'm going... to call off my engagement. Then, I'll get Ziyue back... As for you..."

Qin Muchen did not grant him the chance to continue the remaining part of his sentence.

He grabbed him by his collar and drove his knee upward viciously. It caused Gong Zeyang so much pain that his face was distorted and he could not utter a single word.

Watching his agonized look, Qin Muchen confronted him with a darkened face, "Are you sure about that?"

"Ziyue has always... had a crush on me..."

Putting up with the intense pain which was sending his insides topsy-turvy, Gong Zeyang's voice slowly became more stable. A triumphant look appeared on his face when he noticed the malice which was slowly emerging in Qin Muchen's eyes.

"I understand Ziyue well. Because her mother died of obstructed labor, she was born with the fear toward childbirth and I don't believe she'll be willing to have kids with you..."

Gong Zeyang had had some drinks before this too but he was actually getting more and more sober now.

Something dawned upon him when he noticed the drastic change taking place on Qin Muchen's face. Letting loose an unbridled guffaw, he added in a disdainful voice, "I told you the same thing last time. It's the truth whether you believe it or not."

While Gong Zeyang was gaining more and more confidence the more he talked, Qin Muchen's face turned scarily bleak.

Qin Muchen had almost never had a worthy opponent throughout the twenty-seven years of his life and he had never seen Gong Zeyang as one at all.

He only reacted this way because he had happened to hear about Gong Zeyang's decision to call off his engagement and happened to bump into him on that day.

As Gong Zeyang had been talking gibberish in a drunken fit that time, Qin Muchen had him taken out of the restaurant. Yet, those things he said kept on resounding in his mind after that.

I'm the one Ziyue loves, not you.

She won't be willing to have your kids.

I'm sure she will come back to me.

He had thought about proposing, having a wedding ceremony and having kids.

Those things which he did not expect to happen in the near future had emerged in his mind all at once.

He had never been a reckless man but after listening to those things said by Gong Zeyang, he had made a beeline to get a ring and decorate the room as if he was possessed.

He had wanted to create a very romantic atmosphere, expecting a happy ending in which Su Ziyue would be nodding with a smile as she agreed to marry him.

Although the preparation of the marriage proposal would cause disruption to his original schedule, he believed he would be able to handle them well.

Yet, the final outcome had turned out to be something out of his expectation.

It was the first time Qin Muchen, whose plan had never failed, doubted himself.

Suddenly, he went out of his short-lasting trance to watch Gong Zeyang, who was slowly recovering from a pompous laughter.

Qin Muchen scoffed at what he said. "The truth?"

He then turned around and left after smoothing out the creases on his shirt.

He would reveal to Gong Zeyang what was the truth.

A trace of malice flickered in Gong Zeyang's eyes while he watched Qin Muchen leave.

Assuming Qin Muchen's relationship with Su Ziyue now was nothing compared to the bond he had with her since childhood, he was very sure that he could get Su Ziyue back.

On the other side, Su Ziyue saw An Xia laughing non-stop with her phone in her hands as soon as they got into a taxi.

After giving the taxi driver the address, Su Ziyue asked, "What's going on?"

"Look at this. Bai Jingshu, that egomaniac, is going to do a strip dance at the park. I'll make him do it on Christmas and he might just make the headlines the next day..." She started another round of rumbling laughter right after that.

Su Ziyue looked at the reply from Bai Jingshu on the screen of her phone which said: "As long as you tell me what you are doing now, I'll keep my promise.'

In that message, Bai Jingshu sounded very keen to know what An Xia was doing and it did not really sound like something he would usually say.

Based on his personality, he was more likely to rebut An Xia's message or start an argument with her.

The tone of the message sounded slightly like Qin Muchen's...

With that thought in mind, Su Ziyue looked away from the phone to stare out of the window instead with a despondent look.

She couldn't remember what time they had ended everything last night and she had no idea when he had left.

She only remembered having woken up once to extreme discomfort and then falling asleep again later on. Judging from the intravenous drip bag in the dustbin, she reckoned he must have gotten a doctor there to check her condition.

Even though he had treated her so abominably, he had been kind enough to get a doctor for her.

Should she feel grateful for his generosity?

Su Ziyue and An Xia bought a lot of things and it filled the fridge to its brim.

An Xia was the cook for the night while Su Ziyue was her assistant.

When An Xia inadvertently turned sideways to look at Su Ziyue, she was impressed by how deft and quick her movement was around the kitchen. "I'm surprised by how well Mr. Qin has educated you. You're getting better and better at doing household chores." It was only after An Xia finished making the remark did she realize she had mentioned Qin Muchen again.

Keeping her eyes downward to conceal the gloominess in her eyes, Su Ziyue turned around and flashed her a smile. "What's so surprising about that? I can cook too. I remember that I bought a fish just now. Let me cook that."

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" An Xia's jaw dropped.

After casting her a glance, Su Ziyue said, "Get ready to be dazzled by my cooking skills."

Skeptically, An Xia removed the apron she was wearing and handed it to her before making a dash to the living room to pour herself a glass of water. Then, she walked to the windows and waited for the water to get cooler.

As soon as she glanced down at the streets, she spotted a familiar figure standing beneath a lamp post in the residential area.

Was that Mr. Qin?