He coughed unnaturally and his gaze suddenly sharpened, staring at her dark, gleaming eyes with a hint of amusent, his tone brimming with certainty: "Gu Qili, you’re jealous."
Just like a caught thief, Gu Qili hastily stood up straight to defend herself urgently: "I love soy sauce, not vinegar."
"Not jealous?"
"Not jealous!"
He suddenly closed the distance in two steps, his oppressive aura invisibly enveloping her, his hands in his pockets, his towering height trapping her within the dominant shadow he cast: "Can you dare to look into my eyes and say that?"
Gu Qili isn’t foolish. Would she do sothing as foolhardy as walking right into a trap?
Under the gaze of those fox-like eyes, even if there were no issues, he could stare so up.
She pretended to walk towards the dining room: "The food will get cold if we don’t eat now."
"Gu Qili, you’re scared." He crossed his arms, his gaze persistent as he watched her evidently shrinking back.
"Wow, this duck is really delicious, it wasn’t stewed for so long in vain, so fragrant, so fragrant." She had already torn off a piece of duck at and put it in her mouth.
As if he hadn’t heard her, she reached for another piece, but before it could reach her mouth, it was intercepted mid-way. Mu Shuoqian had sohow stretched his face over and, using her hand, directly ate the piece of duck.
It seed like he was savoring it, not complinting its taste nor showing any distaste. Instead, he sat down, picked up his chopsticks again, and ate the shrimp she peeled.
Gu Qili felt that his mood had suddenly improved, but she neglected the fact that he had steered her away from the issue of Xiaoyu.
Capitalizing on his good mood, Gu Qili proactively served him a bowl of soup, carefully observing his expression: "Could you please let the Chen Family off just this once?"
He elegantly sipped his soup, showing no reaction to her request.
Gu Qili scratched her head, unsure of how to deal with him. She had already pleaded and explained, but he seed impervious to pleas and indifferent to persuasion.
Without his confirmation, she didn’t dare to annoy him further. If she truly angered him, she could kiss her wish goodbye.
Despite the sumptuous dinner, Gu Qili ate slowly. With her mind preoccupied, she didn’t have much of an appetite.
Mu Shuoqian finished his al and was about to head to the study to work. As he stood up, Gu Qili also got up, but the words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down. She wasn’t one to cling to soone, nor did she want to keep begging him. Back then, people were the ones trying to curry favor with Miss Gu of the Gu Family. When did she ever have to ask anyone for favors?
Gu Qili’s mouth opened and closed without a sound, but it was Mu Shuoqian who spoke: "It’s not impossible for to let the Chen Family off."
Gu Qili’s eyes instantly lit up. She ran over to him across the table, tugging at his sleeve with a beaming smile: "Really?"
"You’re this happy just to help that Chen Yishu?" His eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as though he was about to get upset again.
Gu Qili quickly shook her head: "Why are you misinterpreting again? Of course, I’m happy to help a friend."
It seed they’d gone off-topic again, veering further and further off track.
Gu Qili was frustrated: "Co on, tell how I can make it happen?"
He plucked her hand off his sleeve with two long fingers, snorted softly, and without turning his head, walked towards the study.
Gu Qili stamped her feet on the spot and hurried after him.
He picked up a stack of thick files from his desk nonchalantly and handed them to her: "Translate these for , I need them tomorrow. Finish the translation, and then I’ll consider it."
Gu Qili quickly flipped through and as if in shock, exclaid inwardly—such a thick pile of docunts to translate in one night, how could that be possible?*
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