NFBE Chapter 882 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (20)
Chapter 882 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (20)
Mu Zhou uses wired headphones, and she wears one earbud in her left ear.
The other one was handed to Shen Junchuan.
Invited to be the first listener, he smiled and agreed:
"My pleasure."
Shen Junchuan took it and put it on.
The earphone wires hanging down connected the two people, seemingly bringing them closer together.
The new song is a sweet little tune with a playful and cute tone that makes you smile.
As the song ended, Mu Zhou's eyebrows arched slightly.
"How about it, it's okay."
"very good."
Shen Junchuan, who is always picky, gave it a perfect score.
A few fans were watching quietly from a distance.
They were Mu Zhou's fans and had come to see him off after finding out his flight number.
But as soon as they arrived, they saw Shen Junchuan appear as well.
In their excitement, they didn't dare to show themselves, only taking a few photos from afar.
Soon, all sorts of photos were circulating online.
My friend on set told me that Mu Zhou visited Shen Junchuan's film set, but it didn't seem like a simple visit; it appeared he had work to do there.
[I can vouch for you, my friend is also on set, their relationship is incredibly sweet.]
Is this for real? But what does "xql" mean?
It simply means a young couple.
[You're sick in the head. Why use abbreviations when you can't type properly in Chinese?]
[Stop arguing! Didn't you see the latest news? The two of them appeared at the airport at the same time in the early hours of the morning, listening to music with the same headphones.]
How romantic! It suddenly feels a bit like pure love.
These photos and comments naturally reached Song Huaizhi's eyes as well.
Those comments, one after another, felt like they were deliberately trying to stab him in the heart.
So he came directly to find Mu Zhou.
From a distance, I watched her leave the recording site and get into a car, escorted by her fans.
He coldly instructed the driver:
"Follow me."
When he saw that the car was not heading to Ruan Nanyuan, but to another villa area, his expression suddenly darkened.
Shen Junchuan lives here.
As a homeowner himself, Song Huaizhi naturally had the freedom to come and go as he pleased.
So after Mu Zhou got out of the car, he chased after her from behind and grabbed her wrist.
Mu Zhou seemed startled and screamed as she struggled desperately.
Even the bodyguards almost followed.
Upon recognizing Song Huaizhi, her deathly pale face softened slightly, only to be followed by a surge of anger.
However, she still gestured to her bodyguard that he didn't need to come forward.
Song Huaizhi, who was originally filled with anger, realized that something was wrong.
Mu Zhou was in a state of stress.
He frowned:
"what happened to you?"
"It's nothing, what are you doing here?"
Mu Zhou's breathing was still not calm, and he did not speak.
Song Huaizhi's expression was not good. He did not press for details, but simply took out his phone and called his assistant, asking him to investigate immediately.
Seeing that he wouldn't give up, Mu Zhou had no choice but to snatch his phone and hang up.
"It's nothing, I just encountered a lunatic a while ago."
She recounted her encounter with the perverted stalker.
Song Huaizhi's expression grew increasingly solemn, a sinister glint flashing between his brows.
After a moment, he said:
"So you're living with Shen Junchuan now?"
"Yeah, I was scared to live alone, and they were worried about me, so I moved here."
A surge of anger welled up in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Shen Junchuan suddenly took a step closer:
"why did not you tell me?"
Regardless, the Song family was where she grew up; it was her home.
She doesn't call him immediately when she's in danger, she doesn't seek his help when she's in trouble, and she doesn't even go back home when she's afraid of being alone and having nowhere to stay.
Is she really that resistant to the Song family and him?
A dark undercurrent surged within his eyes. Mu Zhou silently retreated, offering a nonchalant explanation:
"It's nothing serious, why bother you?"
His heart ached again. Song Huaizhi gritted his teeth, looked at Mu Zhou's pale face, and finally suppressed his anger.
He spoke in a stiff tone:
“I also have a house here. If you like the environment, you can move there. I’ll have someone bring the paperwork over tomorrow to transfer it to your name. You can live here without worry and don’t need to trouble anyone else.”
He emphasized the word "others" with particular force.
Mu Zhou simply shook his head:
"No need, I'm perfectly fine living here."
Song Huaizhi's forced rationality completely collapsed after Mu Zhou refused without hesitation.
He unusually forgot his manners and dignity, and began to speak recklessly:
"What's your relationship with Shen Junchuan? Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about for moving into his house in such an ambiguous way? Mu Zhou, is this how the Song family has been teaching you all these years?"
His response was a merciless slap from Mu Zhou.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he was plunged into an inexplicable emotion.
He remained in that position, his face twisted to one side from being hit.
Mu Zhou's body trembled slightly, his fists clenched tightly, and he could still feel the stinging pain in his palms.
She used all her strength.
Struggling to clench his teeth, Mu Zhou tried to keep his voice calm:
“Song Huaizhi, my affairs have nothing to do with you, and you have no right to point fingers at me.”
That slap seemed to completely wake Song Huaizhi up. In an instant, his anger and jealousy dissipated. He saw Mu Zhou about to leave and stepped forward to stop him.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, it's just that you two are alone together..."
"Shen Junchuan and I are in a relationship where we can live together."
Mu Zhou stared at him and said those words seriously.
My breathing seemed to stop.
Song Huaizhi felt as if his heart had been suddenly pierced, leaving a huge hole.
It devoured everything he had.
He had been angry with Mu Zhou and jealous and hateful towards Shen Junchuan, but he never truly believed that Mu Zhou and Shen Junchuan had anything going on.
impossible.
But now, Mu Zhou is telling him that she and Shen Junchuan can live together.
His face gradually turned ashen.
Mu Zhou pushed him aside and entered the villa's courtyard.
*
In the early hours of the morning, Mu Zhou lay on the dark green sofa, looking dazed.
She didn't want to go back to her room, nor did she want to sleep; she just wanted to lie here.
A sound came from the entrance hall.
Mu Zhou's eyelashes trembled, but she wasn't particularly afraid.
She truly trusted the security here.
If someone forcibly breaks down the door, only the alarm system will be activated.
So she was a little confused.
Who has returned?
Aunt?
She propped herself up to sit up, her bathrobe loosely wrapped around her, her long hair draped over her shoulders.
But then a slender hand lifted the white curtain.
Shen Junchuan's handsome face was revealed.
He was wearing a suit and his makeup was complete, as if he hadn't had time to take it off.
Perhaps because they made it in time, they looked somewhat travel-worn.
But that doesn't hide his handsome features.
His features were delicate, but his eyes held a complex and profound depth.
In an instant, Mu Zhou felt a slight sting in his nose and his eyes reddened.
So when Shen Junchuan walked up to her and pulled her into his arms, she hugged his waist in return.
The anger she felt when facing Song Huaizhi had now turned into resentment.
She buried herself in his arms, not asking why he had suddenly returned, and only muttered, "Song Huaizhi is really bad, I never want to see him again."
Shen Junchuan tightened his arm slightly, making her lean closer to him.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his voice hoarse:
"Okay, then we won't see him anymore."