Marry Me Quick

Chapter 637

Chapter 637 I Won’t Be Angry as Long as I Get Enough

Muchen grabbed the coat jacket draped on his chair. He looked at Chuan and said, "Anything is better than having it fall into the hands of those people. If I have to, I'll rather destroy it."

Chuan frowned at that. "What do you mean?" Muchen's tone did not sit right with him.

Muchen had always been a calm person. Chuan knew Muchen wasn't an ordinary person the first time he met him on the streets so many years ago. Muchen had grown exponentially over the years, and he was proven right. He has been Muchen's right-hand man since the start; every step he took, every decision he made, was done with confidence and determination. He had never lost; he would always find a way to get what he wanted. However, he could feel uncertainty in his words just now. He heard the anxiousness and nervousness behind his façade.

How can Mr. Qin be anxious? How can he be uncertain? Only Mrs. Qin could affect his emotions as such. But there's been nothing up with Mrs. Qin…

If Chuan were a mere subordinate, he wouldn't question his boss and would advance as ordered. However, he was Nan Chuan and had walked with Qin Muchen for many years. He might be Muchen's subordinate, but he was also his family.

"Boss, did something happen?"

Muchen ignored his question as he walked out. "It's getting late. We're going to bet busier."

"Boss!" Chuan shouted unhappily.

Muchen made a slight movement. He tilted his head and said, "You need to care for your health to make this work."

He walked out after that and left Chuan standing stunned on his spot. Muchen rarely said caring words. Whenever he had gotten injured or sick on one of his missions, Muchen would always have him the best hospitals and doctors but wouldn't say much. There was a deeper emotion cocooned in his words. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Chuan knew Muchen wouldn't say anything he did not want, no matter how much probing.

…

Muchen saw Ziyue fast asleep with a crooked body leaning against the bed head when he got to their room.

She must have fallen asleep waiting for me.

Muchen walked over to lie her down but paused when he thought about the cigarette he had smoked. He sniffed his fingers and could smell the lingering smell of nicotine. He turned around and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Although he tried to be as stealthy as possible, his movements still woke Ziyue.

She looked at him blurrily. Her eyes were still glazed over from the sleep, and her brain wasn't functioning properly yet. She was dazed from sleep.

"Are you back?" She groaned and snuggled into him.

"Yeah." Muchen let her snuggle into him and continued. "You don't have to wait for me; I'll be coming home late the next few days."

"Mmm," Ziyue moaned in reply.

They had been too busy with too many things recently.

Muchen pushed the hair on her forehead away and said softly, "Did you hear me? Don't wait for me…"

"But you were mad today…" Ziyue whispered as she drifted into slumber, but Muchen heard her loud and clear. He halted for a moment, and his expression softened. A smile hung on his lips as he pinched her earlobe unceasingly.

Ziyue had sensitive ears. Her body tightened, and she opened her eyes slightly. When she saw the mischief on his face, she blurrily said, "Stop it; it tickles…"

Muchen found her expression adorable and couldn't resist another pinch.

Ziyu lifted her hand to stop him. She was half-awake now.

"Stop it! I'm sleepy," she chided him.

It was apparent she was sleepy because she spoke in short sentences.

Muchen's smile grew wider. "I won't be angry as long as I get enough."

Unbelievable!

Ziyue glowered at him and flipped over.

"Go on then!" Her voice was muffled by the blankets.

Muchen was smiling from ear to ear. He leaned toward her and whispered to her, "I will."

Her ear glowed red.

Muchen could feel the heat radiating off it when he pinched it. He soon replaced his fingers with his lips.

"Didn't you say you wanted to pinch…" Ziyue asked, a little flustered.

"I changed my mind."

"You…"

"I won't stay mad once I've had my fill."

Ziyue could only endure it in silence.

Ten minutes later.

"Didn't you say…"

"I didn't say it was just kissing."

Ziyue could not stand it anymore, but she did not retort.

…

Muchen was busy the following days. However, the busier Muchen was, the freer Ziyue became.

"What are you busy doing?"

Muchen would openly share his documents with her whenever she was curious about what he was doing. They were everyday documents and were nothing special.

Only a week passed, but Muchen had significantly lost weight.

Ziyue's heart tightened in pain when she saw him so tired. She wanted to listen to his troubles. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's okay. I can deal with it." Muchen rejected her just as she had expected. Ziyue could only return to her position and trudge through her duties.

When the work day was over, Muchen had to work overtime, but there was nothing left for Ziyue to do. She did not understand how the president's secretary could be so chill when the president was constantly working. Muchen was adamant about not asking her for help, so she decided the least she could do was bring him dinner.

She tidied her things and went to Muchen. "I'm going to go now."

"The driver is waiting for you downstairs," Muchen said without raising his head. He lifted his head once he heard the door close. For his safety, he got up and locked the door before returning to the locked drawer at his desk. He opened it, and there were a few empty medicinal bottles. Xiyi had left them for him before he left. Muchen thought it would last him longer, but he'd been taking more each day. His prescription was almost gone. He wondered if it would last until the day Ziyue went home.

Last week, he sent an e-mail to Xiyi but had yet to get a reply. Xiyi had told him to contact him if he was running low but probably didn't think Muchen would go through them so quickly. Muchen didn't know if Xiyi would even see the e-mail as he had gone to a risky area for MSF. There were too many uncertain variables; it was all up to luck now to see if Xiyi would get the e-mail.