Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 271 - 158. Who do you want to ask for, Sheng Boyan?

Everything regarding Yu Qinglu was handled by Liu An alone from start to finish. Not just Secretary Tang, no one in the Mu Family had ever seen her.If Secretary Tang believed him, then that would be a miracle. She spoke expressionlessly, "Step aside, or I’ll accuse you of sexual harassment."

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"President Mu, here are the documents you requested."

The voice was familiar.

Mu Jin Huan lifted his head from the computer screen. His deep eyes looked at Yu Qinglu standing before the desk, and the surprise in his gaze only lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by his usual calmness.

Yu Qinglu smiled, looking into those calm eyes, as deep as an ancient well, her voice shifting from detached to gentle, slowly saying, "I understood the words you said two days ago. However, I obtained this position through my own merit. If your wife minds, I can explain it to her."

Not only did she understand, but she remembered every word, every sentence clearly.

Yes, she feigned illness, bribed the doctor to forge a fake medical record to lie for her, and she had harmed her body more than once to deepen his guilt...

Despicable, yet frightening.

But Mu Huan, all my schemes were because I love you...

Mu Jin Huan took the documents she handed over and called her name, "Qinglu."

His voice was calm, as if what she had just said was irrelevant, "A secretary’s work is very complex. Your legs haven’t fully recovered, it’s unsuitable."

There was concern, but also a just-right amount of detachment.

Yu Qinglu had known this man for a full twenty-six years. At a richly prepared dinner table, one frown from him, and she would know which dish he disliked.

Therefore, she didn’t need to delve into the meaning behind his words to understand.

Her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, a fine and dense pain seeping through.

She stared hard at that stern, determined face imprinted in her mind, pulling out a bleak smile, "You want to draw a line with me?"

Mu Huan, there’s no clear line between us.

The man’s brows didn’t move, his voice indifferent, "I promised to take care of you, and I won’t break that promise."

Yu Qinglu clearly knew that without that guilt and responsibility, he might not even speak another word to her.

But she also knew that the deceased person was like a steel nail lodged in his heart. Even as time passes and the pain lessens, it will never disappear.

And she was the only one who could remove that steel nail.

From the day she started deceiving him, she could no longer turn back.

Suppressing all her heartache and resentment, her face bore the humility a qualified subordinate should have, "I have been disconnected from society for a long time and want to work. President Mu can find any reason to fire me, but I will not resign voluntarily from this job."

She slightly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the expensive pen on the desk, unable to see the man’s expression. She waited for a long time, but got no response.

"If you have no other instructions, I’ll leave now."

The office was extremely quiet, as if even a pin dropping could be heard clearly.

Yu Qinglu did not get a reply, so she took his silence as acquiescence. She nodded slightly and turned around.

Perhaps it was that she hadn’t worn high heels for too long, or maybe it was the coldness that chilled her heart making her heels numb. The moment she turned around, she collapsed onto the floor as if out of strength.

This time, she was truly not pretending.

Mu Jin Huan almost immediately reacted, his swift action tipping over the swivel chair and its black wheels slowly spinning.

Her body was lifted, and from this angle, Yu Qinglu could see the man’s tightly clenched jaw. The tears she had held back for so long flowed out at that moment.

Mu Jin Huan placed her on the sofa, his rugged, deep features showed little fluctuation, except for his eyes that betrayed a hint of emotion.

Half-kneeling on the carpet, he removed her high heels with a large hand. His touch was gentle, but it still caused Yu Qinglu’s face to turn pale with pain, inhaling sharply, "Hiss!"

The darkness in Mu Jin Huan’s eyes deepened, he no longer touched her foot, "Sit still, I’ll call the doctor to come over."

Yu Qinglu embraced him before he could stand, letting go of all her pretense, her voice low and choked, "Mu Huan, I didn’t mean to deceive you, I..."

The ’I’ remained unfinished as the door suddenly opened.

Nan Wan held the doorknob, maintaining a posture with one foot inside, a faint smile playing on her lips, "Did I come at a bad time?"

Mu Jin Huan’s back was to the door. Hearing the familiar voice, his body tensed for a second.