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She was so frightened by him that she went to and from work very carefully, afraid of meeting him in the company.
"Qianqian!"
Jean appeared behind Mu Qianqian and put a hand on her shoulder.
Mu Qianqian was not considered short, she was about 1.65 meters tall. However, Jin was even taller and almost as tall as an ordinary boy. He could easily hold her shoulders with one hand.
Because of an accident, Mu Qianqian met Jin last time, but he didn't expect that she had a relationship with Jin. After eating a meal together, Jin, who came to Dragon Country from abroad with a strange background, was completely attached to Mu Qianqian, and the two often arranged to go for lunch together.
Her personality was straightforward and open, just in time to compare with the shy and cute Mu Qianqiancheng. Two people with completely different personalities actually became good friends after a while.
Both of them had surprisingly similar eating habits. They were both carnivores, and most of the dishes they liked to order were also the same.
According to King, she had habitually ordered these dishes because the men she admired often ordered these dishes.
In King's mouth was a decisive man, but there was also a soft spot in his heart. It was said that he had always liked a woman, only she had been missing for many years.
She was attracted by his attitude towards her career, infected by his affection for her. If she had to choose a man to spend the rest of her life with, she wanted to be with him.
Mu Qianqian heard from Jin that the man she admired was from the same company as her. He was one of the top figures in the Di Rong Group. However, she was still in the phase of chasing after him, so she couldn't bring the man out for her to see.
When she caught him and successfully married him, she would introduce him to Mu Qianqian and formally thank her for saving his life.
Her words were: "After all, if you hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have been able to marry such a beautiful wife!"
Jin walked into the restaurant with Mu Qianqian in his arms. As he sat down, a shadow flashed beside him.
"Why are you here again?"
Jin was speechless when he saw the person who had suddenly appeared.
Although his face was really pretty, she admitted that she was still a little tempted when she saw him for the first time. But this person's character is really...
Hua Yunrong sat beside Mu Qianqian, "Why can't I come?"
Jin lost his good mood all of a sudden as his ghost kept lingering around him. These four words were a new idiom she had learned recently, and it was used to describe Hua Yunrong who was just right.
In order to be able to communicate with Rong Heting and successfully win his heart, she had recently been mending her Chinese heavily.
Jin rolled his eyes at Hua Yunrong. She and Mu Qianqian came out to eat, so he wanted to follow her twice. He didn't even know if he had sent someone to follow them, so why was it always like that?
"I'm treating Qianqian to a meal, what are you doing here?"
Hua Yunrong sneered. "I will treat Qianqian too."
He fiddled with a fresh rose on the table and placed it in front of Mu Qianqian.
She didn't even raise her eyes towards Jin Yan. "You invited him? I invited him."
"You …"
Rong Heting closed the report in his hand. He leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
Recently, he had been very busy with his work. Everything seemed as if it had been arranged beforehand, piling up all at once. He was so busy that he only slept for two to three hours every few days.
Rong Heting looked at the time. It was 2 in the morning.
He pulled at his tie. This was about the time he left Mu Qianqian's house.
Speaking of which, he hadn't seen her for a while.
Because she had been busy most of the time at 3 or 4 in the morning, she still needed to continue working after taking a nap for two hours, so she had never had the chance to see her again.
Rong Heting lit up a cigarette and walked to the window. His thoughts drifted away with the smoke.
He knew that his father wouldn't be able to hide the news of Mu Qianqian's return. He just didn't expect his father to object in such a way.
"If you don't want to piss me off, don't see her again."
Rong Zhennan coughed and the scene of him saying those words appeared in front of him again.
These years, his father's health was getting worse with each passing day. He was already old and could not be stimulated any further.
He understood Rong Zhennan's thoughts very well. He had come here alone for six years, and the old man felt that he could also come here alone for the next sixteen to twenty-six years. The longer he didn't see him, the more he forgot about him.
Rong Heting looked out of the window at the building. It was already very late at night, even though the streets were still brightly lit, there were only a few lights on upstairs. Because those who loved each other deeply fell asleep.
Many lonely nights, all he could think of was Mu Qianqian sleeping peacefully beside his pillow.
He would never forget her, just as his father would never forget his mother.
Mu Qianqian's memories of her had become even more vivid over the years. Every scene between her and him seemed to be very close.
He didn't want to let go. He had been waiting for Mu Qianqian for six years.
For the past six years, he had been missing her every moment. He had finally found her after much difficulty, and now that she had finally returned, how could he bear to let her go just like that?
Rong Heting put out his cigarette, picked up the suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair and walked out.
Go see her now. He had waited for her long enough. He couldn't wait like this any longer.
Even if Mu Qianqian had forgotten him, even if she had fallen in love with Ye Feng, even if she had a child in her womb, she was still his Qianqian.
Mu Qianqian was very used to curtains, she was afraid of the dark, light and sleepless.
Therefore, Mu Qianqian always liked to partly cover the curtains, leaving a gap between the two curtains that shone through some light into the room.
Rong Heting looked at the person sleeping on the bed through the curtain of moonlight. This was the most precious girl in his heart.
He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Mu Qianqian's face.
His face was still the same as the sleeping face in his memories. It was so cute and innocent that it caused others to be unable to help but feel sorry for him.
His slightly cold hand woke Mu Qianqian from her stupor. Mu Qianqian's eyes widened as she opened her mouth to scream.
Rong Heting's men turned around and covered her mouth.
"Don't scream."
He brought his face close to hers. "Don't scream, don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"I just want to hug you."
Rong Heting hugged her, "Let me hug you, be a little more obedient."
Mu Qianqian pushed Rong Heting away and sat up on the bed, wanting to run away from him.
Rong Heting grabbed her hand and threw her onto the bed. His arms formed a ring and hugged her tightly, "Don't move, Qianqian. Don't worry, I won't touch you."
He kissed Mu Qianqian's forehead. "I'm just hugging you." Just hug you.
Rong Heting laughed self-deprecatingly. When had he ever been so lowly?
Mu Qianqian's slightly stiff body slowly calmed down under his comforting words. She didn't know why, but after smelling the man's scent of tobacco and hearing the rhythmic thumping of his chest, she was no longer afraid.
Maybe it was a dream, a real dream.
In the dream, Rong Heting wouldn't hurt her. In the dream, Rong Heting would treat her gently. In the dream, Rong Heting wasn't that scary.