Marry Me Quick

Chapter 571

Ziyue blocked Enxue's number, thinking that she would call again.

If Enxue were to use another number to call, Ziyue wouldn't answer and would block her again. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

But there were no calls from any unknown number after that.

Ziyue wanted to call Zixi but gave up after realizing it wasn't an appropriate time.

She sauntered into the living room and plopped onto the sofa.

She nodded off while thinking about her relationship with Muchen, her head propped in hand.

When she came around, Muchen was seated opposite her in a neatly pressed suit.

His well-proportioned figure meant that he looked good in anything. All eyes would be on him when he had a suit on. Although he was a patient discharged from the hospital not long ago, his complexion was vibrant and wasn't haggard at all.

Ziyue looked at him. She only noticed that she had been staring for a while when he furrowed his eyebrows.

Hurriedly, she averted her eyes. "When did you get here?"

"Come to the basement." He left with those words.

She tensed up when he mentioned the place.

"Why? What's there to do in the basement?!"

She had to quicken her pace to keep up with his long strides.

He ignored her just as she had expected him to.

She followed behind as they went down.

When they reached the entrance, she noticed that the door was ajar.

Someone is in there!

She had a strong sense of foreboding.

Muchen pushed the door open and entered the room.

Ziyue followed him. The man blocked her vision. She could only see that there were people but couldn't see the scene.

The subordinates stopped what they were doing when Muchen entered. "Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin."

They brought in two chairs for the couple.

Ziyue finally got a good look at the room when Muchen sat in one of the chairs. The first thing she noticed was Shichu lying on the ground.

He was still wearing the same white shirt and black slacks he was in when they took him.

Dirt and crimson blood stained the white shirt.

The contrast in the colors was striking to the eye.

Ziyue knew that Muchen wouldn't hold back toward Shichu.

But now that she was at the scene, she felt hesitant.

Shichu lay on the ground, unmoving. She would have thought he was gone if it wasn't for the rise and fall of his chest.

She turned to Muchen suddenly. He calmly asked a subordinate standing to the side, "Has he come clean?"

The subordinate lowered his head. "No, sir."

"Looks like he has a death wish." He sneered while lighting a cigarette.

The subordinate saw that Ziyue was still standing and reminded her. "Mrs. Qin, please take a seat."

Ziyue ignored him as her eyes landed on the cigarette in Muchen's hand. "You shouldn't smoke."

She reached out to snatch it away.

Muchen dodged her slender fingers swiftly. The corners of his lip raised as a devilish smile formed. "Take a good look at your dear Shichu before you lose the chance to."

She noticed the real meaning behind his words and stared at him, wide-eyed with fear. "You cannot do that!"

"Hah!" He let out a scornful laugh as if he had heard a joke.

Ziyue clenched her fists and ran to Shichu.

Muchen's eyes darkened while observing her. The cigarette he just took a puff from was crushed in his hand. The burnt cigarette end fell to the ground. His fingers were singed, yet he didn't notice.

The subordinate behind Muchen watched Ziyue and leaned toward him, speaking hesitantly. "Mr. Qin…"

Muchen looked fixedly in Ziyue's direction without any movement.

The subordinate returned to his position without another word.

Ziyue could feel Muchen's glare piercing through her without even looking back.

She couldn't care less.

She couldn't just watch when Muchen had placed a death sentence over Shichu's head.

She kneeled close to Shichu and propped his head. "Shichu!"

Shichu was covered from head to toe in dirt and blood. He opened his eyes weakly. His life seemed to be hanging by a thread.

Ziyue widened her eyes as she fought the tears threatening to spill. "Can you hear me?"

It was the first time she had seen him in this state despite knowing each other for many years.

Shichu recognized the person before him. A look of delight lit up in his eyes before dying away quickly.

He moved his lips with much effort. "I'm… fine… Why are you here…"

Ziyue was alarmed and didn't want to move him. She said tremblingly, "I'll get him to let you go."

"I don't need… your pity…"

Before he could finish his words, Ziyue was pulled away from him.

She turned back to see Muchen's sullen face.

He gripped her wrist and held her tightly in his arms while giving Shichu a look of contempt as if he was garbage.

A second later, Ziyue heard him say coldly, "Dispose of him."

He tugged at her, bringing her away.

Memories of her time with Shichu flashed across her mind.

He was the first to come to her when her father was jailed. He comforted her, assuring her that he was with her. When she was bullied by the Su family and felt miserable, he brought her favorite food to cheer her up…

All her interactions with Shichu played in her head like a movie.

They were all small everyday interactions, small but frequent.

He was there in both her childhood and teenage years.

She couldn't watch him die even if he had done unforgivable things.

She just couldn't.

"No!"

'Thump!'

The door flew open with Ziyue's scream.

They looked back as a group of people stormed in.

Ziyue recognized the person leading the group.

Lin Enyang.

"Qin Muchen, release Dr. Lu!" Enyang's eyes landed on Shichu. His subordinates followed him closely.

Muchen shot a look at him. He looked down at Ziyue in his arms and said in a chilling voice, "My dear good wife…"

Ziyue didn't understand his words, but her heart jolted uneasily.