The black Mercedes-Benz turned into the hotel entrance and stopped in front of the lobby.
The driver quickly got out of the car, opened the door for Qin Zhaoyang, took out the specialties he bought from City A from the back seat, handed the key to the doorman to park the car, and followed Qin Zhaoyang into the hotel lobby.
The two of them went upstairs together. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they saw Julie lingering near the elevator entrance, holding a delicate envelope in her hand.
Seeing Qin Zhaoyang, she quickly came over and handed over the envelope in her hand.
"This was just sent by Mr. Gu from Fengyun International."
Qin Zhaoyang stopped and took out the invitation from the envelope and opened it. The invitation clearly stated that he and his wife were invited to a banquet at Purple Mountain Villa tonight.
Julie was afraid that he wouldn't know the stakes, so she took the initiative to explain, "This banquet is for the students participating in "The Strongest Anchor". Ning Xiaofei will definitely attend, and I think Mu Tianye will most likely accompany her, so You see..."
Qin Zhaoyang needs to make his own decision whether to go or not.
Qin Zhaoyang closed the invitation in his hand and asked, "Where's Madam?"
"Rest in the room." Julie replied.
Throwing the invitation back into her hand, Qin Zhaoyang strode towards the guest room and gently raised his finger.
The driver understood, put down his things, and exited the door with Julie. Lin Zifan, who was reading documents in the living room, stood up hurriedly, picked up his things and left.
Passing through the living room, Qin Zhaoyang gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom.
Through the crack of the separated door, I saw Mu's mother leaning sideways on the bed, with her back to the door.
Walking into the bedroom with gentle steps, Qin Zhaoyang walked to the bedside. He originally wanted to help her pull the quilt, but when he glanced at it, he saw a picture of Mu Tianye displayed on the bright phone screen.
In the photo, Mu Tianye is wearing a suit and holding a golden trophy in his hand. It was a photo of him when he received the architecture award in France.
Raising the corners of her lips, Mu’s mother gently flicked to the next picture, which was still Mu Tianye.
She was so focused that she didn't notice that Qin Zhaoyang had entered.
Qin Zhaoyang's fingers stretched out in the air froze, his arms retracted, and his fingertips arched nervously.
His eyes fell on her scarred fingers holding the phone, and the man's arched fingers slowly relaxed.
He took a few steps back gently, and he coughed deliberately, pretending to have just walked in. Mu's mother immediately turned off the phone screen, stuffed the phone under the pillow, pretended to have just woken up, and turned to look at him. .
"You're back."
"Let's go have lunch?"
"I'm not very hungry." Mu's mother turned her face towards the window, "You go and eat, I'll squint for a while."
"Get up!" Qin Zhaoyang walked up behind her, "After dinner, I will take you to buy a set of clothes. There will be a banquet tonight."
"I'm a little tired, please ask Julie to accompany you!" Mu's mother was disinterested.
Hearing a hint of anger behind her last sentence, Qin Zhaoyang's voice became a bit sharp, "She is not my wife!"
The man's voice suddenly rose, startling Mu's mother, and she turned to look at him.
Meeting her gaze, Qin Zhaoyang became angrier and angrier. He didn't know whether he was angry at himself for not controlling his emotions, angry at her, or both.
Turning around, he strode towards the living room.
"I'll wait for you outside!"
Mother Mu calmed down and finally got up and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.
Qin Zhaoyang was pacing back and forth in the living room, with one hand in his pocket, gently stroking the body of the exquisite little ring box.