Chapter 1404 - 1401: Thought It Was a Haunting in the Building

Chapter 1404: Chapter 1401: Thought It Was a Haunting in the Building

"Hello, Young Master Qiao Muyun!" The receptionist on duty politely stood up, then hesitantly asked, "Are you here for something so late?"

"Is Qiao Junlie still here?" Qiao Muyun asked.

"The Young Master is in the CEO’s office." The receptionist immediately replied, smiling professionally.

"Which floor?" Qiao Muyun asked somewhat awkwardly. After not coming here for a long time, he couldn’t remember the floor.

"Twenty-eighth floor." The receptionist’s voice was very pleasant. She then watched as Qiao Muyun turned and walked away, not forgetting to remind him, "Young Master Qiao Muyun, you can go straight to the CEO’s private elevator on the left."

Qiao Muyun turned his head back. He paused for a second.

"Thank you." He politely replied. With that, he immediately turned and left, heading straight for the CEO’s elevator.

......

He soon reached his destination outside the door; it was silent all the way up. Fortunately, there were incandescent lights everywhere, otherwise, who would dare come up to the twenty-eighth floor for fun without reason, thinking it was haunted by ghosts!

Facing the luxurious glass double maple leaf door, the gold words "CEO Office" stood out prominently. Qiao Muyun hesitated a bit......

His raised hand was just about to knock on the door, but for some reason, he lacked the strength and helplessly put it down.

Why, wasn’t he here to find him? Why didn’t he dare go in? What was he worried about, worried after today, he couldn’t, he couldn’t get closer to her anymore?

Oh......

Hadn’t he already decided long ago, what was there to be reluctant about, as long as they were good, they were happy, no matter what happened to him, it didn’t matter, right...

Brother, Zi Ruoxi...

You must be happy!

Qiao Muyun’s dark green eyes deepened, determination flashed across his face. He raised his hand again.

"Knock knock knock... Knock knock knock..." He knocked on the office’s glass maple door.

For a long time, no one answered from inside. He had to knock again twice, but the result was the same. No answer.

Qiao Muyun’s eyes wandered to the door handle, pondering whether he should push the door open and enter.

Suddenly. The door made a "clang~~" sound, pulled inward by some force from outside. A tall figure stood inside the door. At that moment, traces of pain passed through that person’s blue eyes, but upon seeing him, immediately vanished.

"Qiao Junlie..." Qiao Muyun spoke. His dark green eyes were exceptionally bright.

Qiao Junlie looked at him, expressionless.

"What are you here for?" He flung out a sentence, then picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank the remaining clear transparent liquid in it completely.

Before Qiao Muyun could speak again, Qiao Junlie interrupted, with a bit of sarcastic self-mockery, "Are you here to show off? Or to see how depraved I’ve become?" Then he laughed proudly, "If it’s the latter, then you might be disappointed; I’m living well, without your interference, I’m having a great time! Haha... Hahaha..." After saying this, he couldn’t help but laugh. Those azure eyes held traces of red from alcohol’s intoxication.

Qiao Junlie retreated to the bar, leisurely sat on the bar stool, picked up a carved glass bottle, and slowly poured the top-grade pure brewed wine—France’s (DeLuze) Pigalle—into his cup, and lazily drank by himself.

Qiao Muyun quietly walked over, stopped a few steps away, and looked at this man in front of him, whose face seemed to suppress the pain, and felt an indescribable feeling. His gaze swept over his face and naturally moved to his hand holding the cup, fixing on that bottle of wine.

Qiao Muyun’s face carried a gentle smile.

"After all these years, your habits haven’t changed." Qiao Muyun said.

"Why change, do you hope I change?" Qiao Junlie replied lightly, not even looking up, casually tasting the wine in his cup.

Qiao Muyun paused for a moment. His dark green eyes were clear, reflecting Qiao Junlie’s handsome profile.

"I hope no matter what, our brotherly bond never changes." Qiao Muyun’s words were sincere.

After hearing this, Qiao Junlie unexpectedly looked back, met those sincere and intense eyes, and suddenly laughed, showing a deeper level of mocking amusement.

"Qiao Muyun, how can you say this? Do you think you can truly stand equal to me?" He mercilessly mocked, a fierce smile appeared on his face, delight surged when he saw the other’s discomfort, and then he jeered, "If it weren’t for me having a bit of pity, you might not even have a place to stay now, humph humph..."

Qiao Muyun didn’t speak, his face remained faintly stern, just standing there motionless, seeming purposely there to accept his mockery and listen to those acridly harsh words.

Seeing no reaction from him, Qiao Junlie didn’t bother with him, poured and drank alone. Until his face showed a slight flush. He once again drank all at once, his cup empty, the exquisitely carved glass bottle dazzlingly beautiful. As he tried to pick it up again, an unexpectedly slender hand beat him to it, Qiao Muyun already gracefully held it in his hand, then tilted the bottle, slowly pouring it for him.

Qiao Junlie observed Qiao Muyun’s action, indifferent. Picked up and drank straight down. After a while.

"Why aren’t you leaving yet? Are you bored that I haven’t said enough to hit you? Still stubbornly sticking around here for abuse?" Qiao Junlie coldly said. A hint of irritation showed in his blue eyes. He was already trying hard to restrain himself, if the person in front of him wasn’t bound by the same roots’ bond, he might have already beaten him to the ground.

"Qiao Junlie, I came to talk to you about Zi Ruoxi’s matter." Qiao Muyun calmly said. He didn’t care too much about Qiao Junlie’s attitude. He could understand his brother’s current mood.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qiao Junlie’s azure eyes sank.

"Ha, I almost forgot, I should thank you for taking care of that woman for me." Qiao Junlie speaking that way, his tone was sour and uncomfortable.

"Qiao Junlie, Zi Ruoxi she..." Qiao Muyun hadn’t finished speaking, immediately interrupted by Qiao Junlie.

Suddenly.

"Qiao Muyun, honestly, over the years, what do you really think about me." Qiao Junlie turned back to him, shifting the topic, on his slightly drunk, handsome face though cold, his tone conveyed three parts seriousness.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Junlie asked him this, Qiao Muyun paused, not knowing how to answer. Thought for a moment.

"...Well." He pondered and replied.

"Oh, I understand." Qiao Junlie said, his face showing a smile, very handsome and enchanting.