"What did you do to her?" Yao Zhen demanded of Mu Qi, her voice sharp.
Her eyes, bloodshot from days of poor sleep, widened further with anger. She looked terrifying.
Yet, Mu Qi paid no attention, utterly unfazed.
"You just need to know her name is Yun Shuzhu, and she is my wife. That's all that matters," Mu Qi stated, his expression cold.
"Mu Qi, she is so good to you. What exactly did you do to her?" Yao Zhen softened her voice, attempting to appeal to any shred of conscience Mu Qi might possess.
"Did? I also want to know what is going on!" Mu Qi frowned.
"Remember, I'm only giving you this one chance!" Mu Qi declared, unwilling to dwell on the matter with Yao Zhen any longer. He turned and left.
Yao Zhen watched Mu Qi's retreating back, lost in thought. The scales in her heart began to tip.
Her body swayed, and she clutched her chest as she watched him go.
The day was overcast, and the air itself seemed heavy and oppressive.
Mu Qi refused a car and chose to walk.
His handsome appearance drew frequent glances from men and women, young and old, around him.
Mu Qi's gaze remained fixed ahead, entirely indifferent to the attention he garnered.
"Move aside, move aside!" A young man driving an electric tricycle ahead, agitated, stood up on his vehicle in the nick of time.
The nascent sunlight cast a long, wide shadow of him across Mu Qi, but it stirred no ripple in Mu Qi's heart.
As the man was about to collide with Mu Qi, Mu Qi seemed to snap back to reality and swiftly rolled to the other side of the nearby greenery.
The tricycle screeched to a halt several meters past where Mu Qi had been standing.
The young man, seemingly rattled, dismounted with trembling legs and, muttering curses, stomped towards Mu Qi.
Shanggong, who had been following Mu Qi in a car not far behind, immediately got out and stepped in front of Mu Qi.
"Hey, how are you looking where you're going? Are you mute?" The youth, who appeared to be young, thin, and sporting a wispy mustache, reached out to shove Mu Qi. Shanggong, however, instantly gripped his wrist.
"Is he crazy? If he's sick, take him to the hospital. Why are you dragging him around the street?"
Shanggong, with his sword-like brows, merely stared. The youth's bravado visibly deflated, and his voice trailed off.
Shanggong's brows furrowed slightly, and he tightened his grip.
The youth immediately doubled over with a yelp.
Shanggong instantly released his grip. Turning back to look for Mu Qi, he found him already at the intersection.
This was the first time Shanggong had seen Mu Qi so utterly distraught since the young master and Yun Shuzhu had become close.
The last time Mu Qi had looked like this, Shanggong recalled, was when he learned Yun Shuzhu was in love with Zuo Nan.
Without further thought, the traffic light ahead turned from green to red.
Worried that Mu Qi might encounter further trouble, Shanggong quickly called someone to drive the car away and then immediately hurried after Mu Qi.
"What did you do to her?" Yao Zhen demanded of Mu Qi, her voice sharp.
Her eyes, bloodshot from days of poor sleep, widened further with anger. She looked terrifying.
Yet, Mu Qi paid no attention, utterly unfazed.
"You just need to know her name is Yun Shuzhu, and she is my wife. That's all that matters," Mu Qi stated, his expression cold.
"Mu Qi, she is so good to you. What exactly did you do to her?" Yao Zhen softened her voice, attempting to appeal to any shred of conscience Mu Qi might possess.
"Did? I also want to know what is going on!" Mu Qi frowned.
"Remember, I'm only giving you this one chance!" Mu Qi declared, unwilling to dwell on the matter with Yao Zhen any longer. He turned and left.
Yao Zhen watched Mu Qi's retreating back, lost in thought. The scales in her heart began to tip.
Her body swayed, and she clutched her chest as she watched him go.
The day was overcast, and the air itself seemed heavy and oppressive.
Mu Qi refused a car and chose to walk.
His handsome appearance drew frequent glances from men and women, young and old, around him.
Mu Qi's gaze remained fixed ahead, entirely indifferent to the attention he garnered.
"Move aside, move aside!" A young man driving an electric tricycle ahead, agitated, stood up on his vehicle in the nick of time.
The nascent sunlight cast a long, wide shadow of him across Mu Qi, but it stirred no ripple in Mu Qi's heart.
As the man was about to collide with Mu Qi, Mu Qi seemed to snap back to reality and swiftly rolled to the other side of the nearby greenery.
The tricycle screeched to a halt several meters past where Mu Qi had been standing.
The young man, seemingly rattled, dismounted with trembling legs and, muttering curses, stomped towards Mu Qi.
Shanggong, who had been following Mu Qi in a car not far behind, immediately got out and stepped in front of Mu Qi.
"Hey, how are you looking where you're going? Are you mute?" The youth, who appeared to be young, thin, and sporting a wispy mustache, reached out to shove Mu Qi. Shanggong, however, instantly gripped his wrist.
"Is he crazy? If he's sick, take him to the hospital. Why are you dragging him around the street?"
Shanggong, with his sword-like brows, merely stared. The youth's bravado visibly deflated, and his voice trailed off.
Shanggong's brows furrowed slightly, and he tightened his grip.
The youth immediately doubled over with a yelp.
Shanggong instantly released his grip. Turning back to look for Mu Qi, he found him already at the intersection.
This was the first time Shanggong had seen Mu Qi so utterly distraught since the young master and Yun Shuzhu had become close.
The last time Mu Qi had looked like this, Shanggong recalled, was when he learned Yun Shuzhu was in love with Zuo Nan.
Without further thought, the traffic light ahead turned from green to red.
Worried that Mu Qi might encounter further trouble, Shanggong quickly called someone to drive the car away and then immediately hurried after Mu Qi.