When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 737: A Good Horse Doesn’t Turn Back to Graze (Part 7)
The smile in Su Chen’s eyes deepened, and Jiayu felt a little awkward. Wasn’t it obvious that she wanted to see Mu Ke now?
In fact, she did want to see him. The way Mu Ke had stormed off in a huff lingered in her mind, and Jiayu wanted to give him an explanation, even if it was a futile one.
"I’ll tell you what the favor is later. You go up first. Don’t worry, I guarantee that guy will be at your place in forty minutes."
Su Chen grinned nonchalantly. Jiayu looked at him suspiciously for two seconds but eventually closed the car door and walked into the building’s entrance.
Jiayu had barely walked two steps when she heard the sound of a car engine starting. She turned to glance back and saw the red taillights quickly disappearing from her view.
Upstairs, sitting on the sofa, Jiayu rubbed her forehead. Her mind was a mess as she thought about Xin Ke’s words and also about Mu Ke’s departing silhouette.
Her heart was heavy, though she couldn’t tell if it was due to a newfound understanding of Xin Ke or the indifference of that slender departing figure.
Su Chen said he had a way to get him to come see her. Jiayu believed it, but after Mu Ke arrived, what should she say?
Explain why she was there, because she got a call from Xin Ke.
That’s the truth, but if she said that, the slender figure might storm off again in a huff. Yet, if she didn’t say it, what else could she say? After all, it was the truth.
Jiayu leaned back on the sofa. She had handled far more complicated issues, yet she had never felt as flustered as she did now.
Outside, Su Chen was driving with one hand and holding his phone with the other. He zoomed in on a part of the photo he had just taken and sent it to Mu Ke.
In less than five seconds, his phone rang.
"What’s going on?"
A cool, hoarse voice came from the other side. Su Chen’s smile remained unchanged: "How should I know? I just saw her hand was hurt and showed it to you, the big doctor. Tsk, tsk, my phone’s not good, but you should see, her hand looked red and swollen, like it really hurt. Do you think Miss Sheng still hasn’t realized..."
Before Su Chen could finish speaking, the call was disconnected. Listening to the busy tone, his smile became even brighter. He adjusted the rearview mirror and looked at himself, muttering to himself, "Tsk, tsk, I’m truly the best wingman in China, I must say."
Just as Su Chen had said, Mu Ke appeared at Jiayu’s apartment door in less than forty minutes.
When he opened the door and entered, Jiayu was still sitting on the sofa. Hearing the noise, she stood up.
In that instant when their eyes met, Jiayu could hear her heart suddenly pounding.
Mu Ke only stood in place for two seconds before stepping over. Without changing his shoes, he grabbed Jiayu’s hand under the light to examine it.
It wasn’t at all as Su Chen claimed, red and swollen. It wasn’t swollen at all, just bruised.
The man’s cold eyes darkened, "When did this happen?"
Jiayu was still in a daze; she hadn’t snapped out of it even after hearing him. It took her two seconds to regain her senses, and the first thing she did was not to answer him but to withdraw her hand from Mu Ke’s grasp and reach out to hug his lean waist.
Mu Ke’s hand froze mid-air, as if the air itself had halted at that moment.
The atmosphere was silent and heavy, as if even breathing had ceased.
Jiayu didn’t know what she was doing either. By the time she realized, she was already hugging him.
