Sheng Mumu nodded at Cheng Zhuo.
"I'll hang up first and see you when I get home," she said to the person on the phone before hanging up.
Qi Group Headquarters.
The handsome man walking to the elevator with car keys in hand silently tightened his gaze.
A feeling he had never experienced before stealthily wrapped around his heart, wrinkling his brow.
Like a sudden summer storm, he felt stifled.
In the car.
Sheng Mumu sat in the back seat with shopping bags.
She used a tissue to wipe the wet corners of her clothes, and thanked the man in the front seat:
"Cheng Zhuo, thank you, you've helped me a lot."
The man in the front didn't look back, but his voice sounded cheerful.
"It's nothing, no trouble, it was close by."
Sheng Mumu: "It's after work now, I'll pay you overtime for wasting your personal time."
Cheng Zhuo tilted his head to the side and quickly declined: "No need! Sister Sheng, you're too polite, I was just going to be home alone after work anyway, it didn't delay anything."
Sheng Mumu insisted: "No, then I would be exploiting my employee like a capitalist, I must pay overtime, listen to me on this."
Seeing he couldn't refuse, Cheng Zhuo reluctantly compromised: "Okay."
The car slowly drove towards Xiyu Yue Ting in the pouring rain.
Due to rush hour traffic, the car was moving slower than Sheng Mumu expected.
It took nearly half an hour before they reached the villa entrance.
She bid Cheng Zhuo farewell and jogged to the villa.
While changing shoes, she caught sight of a pair of exquisite handmade Italian leather shoes.
They were Qi Mo's shoes.
He's back?
The route from Qi Group to Xiyu Yue Ting was clearly farther than from the mall.
How did he get home before her?
Just as she was pondering this, the ground before her was gradually shadowed.
Looking up, she saw Qi Mo standing in front of her.
The tall, upright man enveloped her entirely in his shadow.
His gaze slowly descended, glancing at the red marks on her fair, delicate hands left by the shopping bag handles. His brow subtly wrinkled.
Sheng Mumu blinked her bright eyes: "You're back? How..."
Before she could finish speaking, the bags in her hands were suddenly taken by the man.
Then a low voice followed: "I'll take them."
Sheng Mumu's arms naturally reached forward. "Okay."
Unintentionally touching the man's palm, her fingertips trembled lightly.
Why is it so cold?
Like ice.
She slowly raised her eyes.
The man's face was expressionless, his brows and eyes seemed to be wrapped in chillness, and a powerful aura overwhelmed her.
She really couldn't reconcile this cold, aloof face with the considerate "I'll take them" he had just uttered.
"Have some hot tea."
Qi Mo put the shopping bags on the living room table and handed her a cup of hot tea.
Through the thin wisps of steam rising from the tea, Sheng Mumu only then noticed the man's sharp, overwhelming aura had faded somewhat. She said,
"You're home early today."
Usually at this time he would still be at the company. Today he had exceptionally appeared at home.
Qi Mo looked at her deeply and said slowly, "Mm, I was already in the parking garage when I called you."
Sheng Mumu didn't think much of it. "That explains it."
After drinking the tea, she felt warmer. Getting up, she said, "I'll go upstairs to take a bath."
Qi Mo: "Okay."
She headed upstairs.
Just after climbing a few steps, she suddenly recalled something and turned back.
She discovered Qi Mo's gaze was aimed toward her back.
Seeing her look over, Qi Mo didn't shift his stare, looking directly at her: "What's wrong?"
Somewhat uneasy under his deep, scorching eyes, Sheng Mumu paused briefly before pointing with her eyes to the shopping bags on the table.
"Try on the clothes to see if they fit, I didn't buy them in the size you said. I noticed your muscles are tight and your figure is good, half a size smaller should fit better. See if they fit."
The clothes sold to mature men were mostly looser to accommodate middle-aged spread.
Sheng Mumu had noticed Qi Mo's clothes were almost all custom-made to fit his build. Clearly the standard sizes would be too big.
The complimented man's eyes shifted subtly, his hard jaw gradually softening as he gently said,
"Okay, I'll try them later."
"Okay, I'm going upstairs now."
Just as Sheng Mumu was about to turn back to the bedroom, she was suddenly called by Qi Mo again.
"Mumu."
Sheng Mumu: "......"
Her eyes blinked uncertainly.
This was the first time he had called her "Mumu."
It felt a little strange.
However...
Hearing him enunciate it in that magnetic, enchanting voice gave her an indescribable feeling of comfort.
Sheng Mumu: "Hmm?"
Qi Mo: "In the future if a situation like today happens again, you can call me instead of troubling someone else."
"No way."
Sheng Mumu responded immediately without thinking.
Hearing this, the man paused microscopically, a fleeting anomalous gleam appearing in his eyes.
Low and gloomy.
The next second, Sheng Mumu's eyes curved slightly.
Her bright eyes reflected the living room chandelier's glittering light, two dimples shallowly sinking as she jokingly said,
"If I trouble someone else I can pay them overtime, but trouble you? Forget it--"
She exaggeratedly shook her head, "Your time is worth millions per minute, how could I afford it."
Qi Mo was stunned, the corners of his eyes slowly curling up.
"I'm going upstairs now." Sheng Mumu briskly ran upstairs, eager to soak in a hot bath and wash away the day's fatigue from shopping.
That night, Young Master Qi tried on the clothes Sheng Mumu had bought.
They fit very well.
However, the colors were somewhat unexpected.
Young Master Qi ultimately still knocked on the master bedroom door.
Sheng Mumu opened the door with an Iron Man face mask that had a metallic texture on.
As soon as the door opened, Young Master Qi recoiled a step, "Whoa..."
Sheng Mumu raised her brow: "What?"
Young Master Qi wanted to speak but hesitated: "Uh...I really have to wear that ski suit?"
Sheng Mumu: "Doesn't fit? We can exchange it if it's the wrong size."
Young Master Qi was utterly hopeless, "But it's pink."
Sheng Mumu didn't understand: "Pink looks so nice, gentle sunshine."
Most suitable for softening the prickliness of a petulant teenage boy.
Young Master Qi: "......"
Sheng Mumu patted his shoulder reassuringly: "Your dad's is bright red, so nice, matching father-son outfits."
Young Master Qi's eyes widened incredulously: "............"
His dad was bri...bright red???
Young Master Qi was still stunned by the shock when he heard Sheng Mumu continue:
"You're only seventeen, don't dress like an old man all the time, nothing but black, white, and gray, it's inauspicious."
Having said that, Sheng Mumu abruptly shut the door.
Young Master Qi: "......"
After a long pause, he reluctantly accepted the facts.
Alright, if his dad could wear bright red, what was so strange about him wearing pink?
After all it was just a ski suit, not a school uniform.
In the room.
The man sitting against the headboard reading a financial magazine heard the conversation at the door, his fingers microscopically stiffening.
Black, white, gray...old man...
