Chapter 2293 - 663: Mu Family Dinner

Chapter 2293: Chapter 663: Mu Family Dinner

In the evening, Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin, taking advantage of the fact that the kids were asleep, got a bottle of red wine. The two of them sat in the living room, with only a floor lamp on, drinking wine and chatting.

"No matter whether you like your assistant or not, just look at the way he looks at you."

Mu Qingxin, holding a wine glass, didn’t forget to take out her phone to show Qin Mu the evidence.

Qin Mu glanced at the photo on her phone, remaining calm for a while before furrowing her brows.

"Mu Qingxin, you didn’t send these photos to your brother, did you?"

Qin Mu’s heart raced, unwilling to believe as she looked at Mu Qingxin.

"Well! What, what’s wrong? My brother can’t see them?"

"You, I might as well strangle you!"

Seeing her stuttering, Qin Mu sighed even though she eventually admitted it. She thought, if Mu Yichen saw these photos, he might inexplicably use them to torture her one day.

Qin Mu thought it must have been a blessing she accumulated in her past life to meet these siblings.

"Really, if my brother were truly upset, he wouldn’t have asked you to shoot an ad in Paris. Our family doesn’t need your hundreds of thousands."

When Mu Qingxin mentioned hundreds of thousands, she looked deeply at Qin Mu, then instinctively leaned closer: "Seriously, how much is this ad?"

Qin Mu glanced at her defensively, genuinely not wanting to tell her because Miss Mu’s mouth is like a leaky wall.

"I’ve heard the ad fees here are high, according to domestic rates, they should be more than hundreds of thousands, right?"

Mu Qingxin grew more curious.

Qin Mu moved aside: "I didn’t ask!"

"Didn’t ask?"

Mu Qingxin raised her eyebrows, thinking Qin Mu must be stupid, a complete fool?

"Yes!"

Qin Mu responded calmly.

"Are you truly dumb? You came to shoot the ad without even asking?"

"We’ve collaborated many times!"

Qin Mu answered lightly, then took a sip of red wine.

Mu Qingxin saw that Qin Mu didn’t want to tell her, so she sneered, took a sip of wine, and then messaged Mu Yichen on her phone: "Mu Yichen, your wife is simply a scoundrel, you two should hurry up and divorce!"

He actually hadn’t slept: "What’s wrong?"

Mu Qingxin stared at her phone, almost thinking she was chatting with a ghost. What time must it be in Rongcheng?

Qin Mu noticed she was chatting with her phone again and grumpily reminded her: "If you keep holding onto your phone, I’m going to sleep!"

"Don’t, don’t, don’t! Let’s chat first!"

Mu Qingxin thought that in a foreign land, it was the best time for two women to have heart-to-heart talks, so she quickly put down her phone and leaned closer.

This time, Qin Mu didn’t ask if she was messaging Mu Yichen, figuring it probably was.

"Qin Mu, tell me honestly, are you really determined to divorce my brother? He’s never looked at another woman properly in his life; are you really willing to let go?"

Mu Qingxin nudged her with her elbow and started the conversation.

"Whether he’s looked at other women properly, even I am uncertain. Are you that sure?"

Qin Mu thought, based on time spent together, she knew him longer, and she understood him better. Thinking about what Helian Hao said about him possibly being serious with Chen Xiaoyi, she knew Mu Yichen must have looked at a woman properly.

Thinking of his previous temporary secretary made Qin Mu feel even worse. Her face unconsciously showed some discomfort, and she raised her glass for another sip to mask her inner turmoil.

Mu Qingxin saw her expression gradually deteriorate and didn’t dare to ask more casually.

"He only loves you, that’s something you surely can’t deny, right?"

Mu Qingxin cautiously asked.

"I love him too! But we can’t continue anymore!"

As Qin Mu spoke about loving Mu Yichen, she glanced at Mu Qingxin, then looked at her wine glass, unable to forget that matter.

"You love him too?"

Mu Qingxin, for some reason, was delighted by that statement.

Mu Qingxin thought if her brother heard that, he might be willing to die content.

The living room was still too quiet, with the sounds of two women unlikely to create much of a ripple in the large room.

Outside, the towering buildings, the myriad of lights, the bustling nightlife filled the night sky, so dazzling, so splendid.

"Why must you insist on divorce? As your age peer, let me remind you, my brother will only be a widower, never divorced, in his lifetime."