"You all take pictures for me, I want to post this old fool and this little bitch online, raise your face up for me!"

The woman watched Zhang Hongyun lower her head to avoid the camera, seeing Zhang Hongyun’s good figure, full of jealousy and hatred, she went forward, first slapped Zhang Hongyun’s head twice forcefully, then grabbed her hair with one hand, forcing her to lift her head.

Zhang Hongyun already had tears all over her face, tightly closing her eyes, using both hands to protect her hair. But she was slapped viciously on the face with the back of the hand, immediately her face burned, with five finger marks mercilessly printed on it.

"You guys come over here and take pictures, make it clear!"

The few men, seemingly bodyguards, or paparazzi, walked over and started snapping random shots of Zhang Hongyun.

"It’s this little bitch who seduced me, you all help take more pictures, expose her misdeeds. So young yet already shameless enough to seduce a married man, wife, you must believe me!"

Mr. Cong raised his head, looking like he’s strictly managed by his wife, Zhang Hongyun incredulously turned to look at him, regretting deeply at this moment.

"Hmph! Who exactly seduced whom, I don’t need you to tell me, I have eyes to see, vixen, even dared to touch my man. Tonight, I’ll make you appear in major headlines, let the whole city know you are a cheap floozy, slutty trash."

"No! Please, no! I didn’t seduce him, it was him, he raped me, what I’m saying is true, please believe me?"

Zhang Hongyun covered the front of her body with one hand using her dress, the other hand holding the woman’s slightly loosened arm, tearfully pleading for belief.

"My husband would rape you? Are you saying I can’t satisfy my man?"

The woman’s eyes glared fiercely, questioning her with aggressive intent.

Zhang Hongyun’s heart thumped, as if someone kicked it into a deep abyss, never to be recovered.

This night, for Zhang Hongyun, was hell!

——

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen didn’t return to the apartment this night, during the singing Qin Mu slumped on the sofa as if lifeless, after it ended and everyone was sent off, Mu Yichen carried her upstairs.

Qin Mu’s lower abdomen felt uncomfortable, Mu Yichen filled a hot water bag for her and cooked some brown sugar water, Qin Mu was dazedly fed a bowl by him and then slumped on the bed, leaning against the headboard, watching him busy around.

This was Mu Yichen’s way, when she initially maintained distance from him, he arrogantly kept his distance as well, that silent protest pushed her heart further away.

But as time went on, he seemed to forget the scars from being pushed away and moved back toward her, and then Qin Mu felt guilty.

Not knowing when the culprit would be caught, Qin Mu thought of Qin Haiming’s departure, her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, tightly gripping the blanket.

Mu Yichen got onto the bed, lifted the blanket ready to lie down, saw the hatred in her eyes, immediately thought of her father’s departure, then softly asked her: "Still not sleeping?"

Qin Mu came to her senses, then slowly lay down, but dared not look at him, to avoid his gaze she chose to turn her back to him.

Mu Yichen knew she was uncomfortable, so he didn’t call her to turn around, nor did he move closer.

This night passed quickly, after dawn Qin Mu had not yet awoken, but Mu Yichen had already gotten up early to prepare breakfast.

The kitchen staff all stood behind him, ordered not to help by him, so those not busy were watching him cook.

As the hotel’s boss, cooking was not unreasonable, but for their boss to cook and do it so exquisitely, they actually did not quite understand.

When Qin Mu opened her eyes, breakfast was already in front of her.

Or perhaps she should say, she woke up smelling the fragrance of breakfast, as she slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard, looking at the gentle man sitting in front of her with a pale face.

Mu Yichen’s deep black eyes gazed at her, with pampering yet also indulgent: "Breakfast in bed?"