On the way home, Han Muzi realized that there was a very serious issue. Earlier, she had invited Han Qing to frequently come for meals, and even offered him to let him sleepover. If he did come over to stay the night one of these days and ran into Ye Moxuan…
The thought of this made Han Muzi feel unwell. “Mommy, what’s wrong?”
Hearing those words brought Han Muzi back to her senses. She looked at Little Bean who was sitting next to her and leaning on her arms. She thought about how he would be living with her again after this. What if Ye Moxuan suddenly visits? What am I going to do then?
Even though the truth would eventually come to light, she still… wanted to put in some effort. However, did she genuinely think so in her heart? Did she really… not want to be with Ye Moxuan?
“Nothing. Mommy was just thinking about something.” Little Bean had his eyes open and he looked at her curiously. “What’s the matter, Mommy? Why don’t you tell me so that I can help bear your burden?”
Let him bear my burden? Han Muzi looked at his naive, tiny face and thought of what Ye Moxuan told her that day. He said… even if she bore the child of her ex-husband, he was still willing to take that child and treat him as his own.
Really? Can he do that? She was a little skeptical about it, as she felt that men were generally very narrow-minded, and they would never tolerate their women having anything to do with other men. Even though she did not have any relations with other men, Ye Moxuan seemed to believe that the child was Lin Jiang’s.
That was because she had just become part of the Ye Family not long before she found out that she was pregnant. Therefore, in Ye Moxuan’s memory, this child must be Lin Jiang’s.
While Han Muzi was thinking about that, she slowly opened her mouth and said, “Didn’t you… tell Mommy before this that you want to find Daddy?”
The latter part of the sentence had to be structured carefully as it seemed like an inquiry.
Little Bean heard that and blinked in surprise. He then whispered, “Mommy, are you going to find a daddy for me?”
Han Muzi nodded. “Yes. Didn’t you always want to find him?”
“But…” Little Bean put out his tiny hands and poked his two index fingers against each other. “I only want to find my real daddy.”
At this point, Han Muzi suddenly realized what Little Bean was trying to say. She considered it for a moment while biting her lower lip. “What if Mommy is referring to Little’s Bean’s… real daddy?”
Little Bean’s eyes immediately lit up. “Mommy? Are you willing to help me find my real daddy?” He was euphoric as he tightly held on to Han Muzi’s hand. “Mommy, so when do we start looking for daddy?”
This kid… Why did he get so happy the moment I said that? Han Muzi thought about it and figured that maybe in the eyes of a kid, being able to find his biological father was something extremely exciting.
“No rush. If there is the opportunity, Mommy… will let you meet him.”
“Thank you, Mommy!”
Han Muzi and Little Bean hugged each other and all of a sudden, it felt like the knot in her heart had been untied. If it was possible, she hoped that Little Bean and her could always be happy. Thinking about this deepened the smile on her face.
…
Ever since Little Bean moved back home, Han Muzi began a lifestyle of leaving early and returning late. She would send Little Bean to school in the morning then go to the office; in the evening, she would pick him up, and go back home.
Life seemed very peaceful, but Ye Moxuan seemed to have disappeared.
Han Muzi felt strange until… Leng Yueyue told her that Ye Moxuan left the country these last few days for business. Only then did she find out he was no longer in the country.
The thought of him leaving the country and not even sending her a text message made Han Muzi feel empty inside—as if something was missing. I finally convinced myself to bring Little Bean home and now… he leaves the country without saying a word?
“Do you… know how long it will be before he returns?” Han Muzi couldn’t help but ask.
Leng Yueyue wrinkled her nose. “How could I possibly know? I was only there to turn in my design submissions and suddenly, I heard them say that President Ye was out of the country. They told me not to look for him in the next few days.”
“Sure, I understand.” Han Muzi nodded, indicating that she understood.
Leng Yueyue looked at her. “Muzi, why do you look a little disappointed?”
Han Muzi remained silent. She used her backhand to touch her face. Is it that obvious? Did my disappointment show on my face?
At this point, there was nothing she could do. “Well, carry on then.”
“Sure.”
After Leng Yueyue went out of the room, she ran into Yan who was preparing to go in. Being the nosy person she was, she quickly pulled Yan into the nearest pantry.
“Why are you grabbing me? I have work to report to Muzi. Please get out of the way.”
“Yan, Muzi looked distracted earlier.”
“Distracted?” The moment Yan heard that it was about Han Muzi, she stopped walking and looked at Leng Yueyue attentively. “What do you mean by that?”
“I told her President Ye is out of the country, and then she… looked disappointed.”
Hearing this, Yan had a realization. So it’s because of Ye Moxuan.
She had always known about Han Muzi’s feelings for Ye Moxuan. Despite spending the past five years abroad, Han Muzi had never stopped having feelings for Ye Moxuan.
She appeared to be calm and cold on the surface for she had built walls around her heart. The feeling was still there, albeit hidden under a layer of ice. Ye Moxuan had probably already melted a considerable amount of that layer of ice.
At this moment, Yan nodded. “I understand.”
Upon finishing that sentence, she planned on turning around to walk outside, but Leng Yueyue quickly stopped her. “Why are you so calm? Did something happen… between Muzi and President Ye?”
“Whoa, Leng Yueyue, I couldn’t tell you were such a busybody. Should you be nosy about your boss?”
“I was just asking. Just curious, that’s all!”
“Are you just curious or are you interested in Ye Moxuan?” Yan squinted at Leng Yueyue wickedly. She did not mean to speculate accusingly, but Ye Moxuan was a very attractive man after all, so how many women could resist his charm?
Leng Yueyue heard that and her eyes widened. “You’re thinking too much! Him? He’s not my ideal type at all.”
“Oh, so what does your ideal type look like?”
My ideal type? Leng Yueyue did not have an ideal type, but Wang An’s image was all that was on her mind right now. She quickly shook her head. “Damn it. Why would I think of him at this moment? That was horrifying.”
“Think of whom?” Yan became curious.
“Who else besides that snob, Wang An?” Leng Yueyue touched her face. “It’s like he never left. It’s bad enough that he loves bothering me all the time.”
Looking at her right now, Yan could be sure that she had no feelings for Ye Moxuan. She patted Leng Yueyue suggestively. “Congratulations, you have successfully fallen into his trap.”
