HMPCC 14

Chapter 14

Yun Chu asked casually.

Mu Ze wore a serious expression. “Don’t ask too many questions. Go play your Pop Star game.”

“…”

Fine, if you won’t say it, you won’t say it. Who cares anyway?

That evening, in the Mu Residence study. Mu Ze sat in his wheelchair, looking at Mu Yantao, whose hair was gradually turning white. “Father, what did you want to see me about?”

Sitting at the tea table by the window, Mu Yantao took a small sip of black tea, glanced at the moon outside the window, and set his teacup down. “Ah Ze, I intend to convene a board meeting tomorrow afternoon. Now that your eyes have recovered, certain responsibilities should officially be handed over to you.”

Although Mu Ze was already the true authority figure within the Mu Group, as long as he hadn’t been publicly announced as the new President, there would always be people behind the scenes plotting to usurp the position. In the face of profit, even the most benevolent person could become blinded by greed.

Mu Ze knew his father was thinking of his well-being, but now was not the time.

“Let’s wait a bit longer,” he refused, his gaze resolute.

As long as the person trying to harm him from the shadows hadn’t been unmasked, even if he were promoted from Vice President to President, the danger would remain constant. Only by placing himself in a seemingly weaker position could he easily bait the wolf.

Mu Yantao had assumed he would be thrilled; after all, this position was being handed to him three years late. “You’ve always had your own ideas, so have it your way. But how are things going between you and Yun Chu? The moment you notice anything amiss, make her leave immediately!”

Leave? If she left, where was he supposed to find a wife?

Mu Ze’s face darkened, his tone turning solemn. “If you want a daughter-in-law, then help me pursue her.” Before he wheeled his chair out of the study, he didn’t forget to add, “My marriage proposal was rejected this morning. Right now, it’s your son who wants her, not her who wants me.”

This wave of speech, simultaneously dominant yet laced with grievance, left Mu Yantao utterly dumbfounded. He looked exactly like a frustrated, aggrieved little wife. “You little brat, look how pathetic you are.”

Mu Ze wheeled himself back to the bedroom. Just as he closed the door, he heard Yun Chu calling out to him from the bathroom. “Is that Uncle? Could you help me grab my pajamas and leave them at the bathroom door? Thanks.”

Hearing her voice, Mu Ze smiled faintly. “Hold on.”

He walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door. His gaze swept through the colorful assortment of clothing before finally locking onto a black nightdress adorned with a touch of lace. A cunning glint instantly flickered in his eyes.

He picked up the nightdress, walked to the bathroom door, cleared his throat in a dignified manner, and lifted his long, well-defined arm to knock on the door. “Open up, I’m handing it to you,” his voice was deep and gentle.

Inside the bathroom, the sound of running water stopped abruptly. Yun Chu walked to the door, opened a small crack, and reached her hand out.

Mu Ze stared at her dripping wet arm waving in the air—looking just like a captured little rabbit waving its paws—and the corners of his mouth curved up involuntarily.

“Where is it?” she complained with a frown.

He stopped teasing her and placed the black nightdress into her hand.

The moment Yun Chu grabbed the clothing, she slammed the door shut. Before he could even walk away, her voice echoed from inside. “What kind of clothes did you grab? Where are my cartoon pajamas?”

Wearing a thoroughly delighted expression, Mu Ze picked up a financial magazine from the coffee table and sat down primly on the sofa. Calm on the outside, a raging torrent on the inside—this perfectly described his current state.

A few minutes later, Yun Chu walked out of the bathroom wearing the black nightdress.

The nightdress featured a V-neckline with a delicate lace trim around the collar and hemline, adding a layer of allure to Yun Chu’s already exquisite figure. At this moment, Mu Ze’s gaze was drawn to her involuntarily. His pupils dilated slightly, and his heart began to hammer exceptionally hard.

He realized he had dug a hole for himself.

Yun Chu seemed entirely oblivious to his intense gaze. She lowered her head slightly, running her fingers through her damp hair before sitting by the edge of the bed to dry it with a towel. The warm yellow light of the room cascaded over her porcelain skin, and the black nightdress against her body accentuated her graceful curves beautifully.

Mu Ze’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down as he clearly felt a powerful surge of desire pooling within him. He immediately tossed the magazine aside and practically fled into the bathroom. Tearing off his clothes, the sound of running water echoed once again.

The movements of Yun Chu’s hands paused, and she tilted her head in confusion. “Didn’t he already take a shower the moment he came back?”

Baffling. She couldn’t understand him at all.

By the time Mu Ze emerged from the bathroom, more than forty minutes had passed.

At this point, Yun Chu was leaning against the headboard, her long pale legs exposed as her legs crossed.

He cursed silently in his mind: Dammit! Lifted a stone only to drop it on my own foot.

Without delay, he turned to open the wardrobe, selected a pair of cartoon pajamas she usually wore, and handed them to her. “Change into this. The one you’re wearing doesn’t look good.”

Even if Yun Chu were entirely clueless about men, she would have processed Mu Ze’s abnormal behavior by now. She let out a soft chuckle, stepping onto the bed to approach him step by step. Looking down at him from a height, she hooked her finger under his chin to meet his amber eyes. “So Uncle prefers this kind.”

After all, he had only broken his celibacy in his early thirties, so it made sense that he lacked self-control. After speaking, she didn’t forget to laugh at him loudly.

“Don’t laugh.” He had never been interested in other women in the past, so how could he have known that Yun Chu would be like an aphrodisiac custom-made just for him? The moment he touched her, any semblance of restraint vanished completely.

Yun Chu found this uncle rather fun to tease. She actively leaned down to press a shallow kiss against his lips. “Every time I lie down with you, I sleep incredibly well. So, shall we try again tonight?”

Who decreed that only men could take the initiative to sleep with women, and women couldn’t take the initiative to sleep with men? Food and sex are basic human desires, irrespective of gender.

A spark instantly ignited in Mu Ze’s eyes, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her down onto the mattress. Propping his hands on either side of her, he pinned her beneath him. “Have you fallen for me now?”

Yun Chu’s eyes darted playfully. “I suppose I’ve fallen for Uncle’s body.”

Fallen for his body was still a form of liking him.

Mu Ze’s gaze grew dense as a storm of overwhelming kisses swept down upon her. Throughout the night, Yun Chu lay anchored securely in Mu Ze’s embrace, sleeping peacefully.

The next morning.

Yun Chu was awoken by a rich aroma of food.

“Get up to eat breakfast. We’ll head to work together in a bit.” Mu Ze placed soy milk, sandwiches, and a plate of fruit by the bedside. He then lifted the blanket and swept her up into a bridal carry, walking into the bathroom.

Having been woken up again after falling asleep last night, her brain was currently groggy and lagging.

After washing up, she crawled back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard to eat her meal. It was her first time being looked after like this, and frankly, the feeling was rather nice.

The two sat together in the car, departing for the Mu Group.

Along the way, while Yun Chu was half-squinting her eyes to rest, her phone buzzed with a message from Xia Zhiruo: [I tracked him down. I’ll come pick you up this morning so we can go together.]

Yun Chu replied: [Alright.]

Mu Ze sat beside her, skimming through the morning newspaper.

She blinked, leaning in closer to him to speak in a low voice. “I want to request half a day off this morning to handle something.”

“Where are you going? To do what?” He lifted his eyes to look at her.

Yun Chu didn’t want him to know too much about her past, so she fabricated a random excuse. “A friend of mine ran into some trouble and asked for my help.”

Mu Ze kept his eyes fixed on hers, maintaining a heavy silence that made her scalp tingle. She had only been out of prison for a short while; how did so many friends suddenly pop up? Male or female?

Forget it, asking too much would make him look petty.

Mu Ze coldly retracted his gaze. “Mm. Come back early.”