The man standing under the silver fir tree opposite was Mu Jiuchen, who had disappeared all day.
He held a glass of red wine, dressed in a white shirt and black straight-leg trousers. The simplest of outfits, yet on him, it still exuded nobility and dominance.
Beside him stood a woman in a wine-red evening gown. Her features were striking, possessing a sophisticated beauty.
The two had just clinked glasses and were chatting animatedly.
It was the first time Jiang Nuan had seen Mu Jiuchen so gentle with a woman other than herself.
Jiang Nuan stopped in her tracks, and Rong Yin instinctively glanced across.
Upon seeing Mu Jiuchen, she was genuinely surprised, thinking she had misread.
But this dazzling man was not easily mistaken; his commanding presence made him stand out even among thousands.
Jiang Nuan, a bitter chuckle escaped her lips.
She walked back with elegant steps.
Once in the car, Mu Jiuchen received a message from Jiang Nuan.
"Not coming back tonight, get some rest early."
Mu Jiuchen slammed the steering wheel hard.
Was Jiang Nuan angry?
Mu Jiuchen lowered his head and sent a message, "Wife, where are you?"
Then, Mu Jiuchen waited for three days.
During these three days, Jiang Nuan never returned, only sending him a message stating she had an urgent matter and would be back in three days.
She hadn't specified what the matter was.
Now it was Mu Jiuchen's turn to be angry. He felt Jiang Nuan didn't care about him much. They were intimate, yet she wouldn't tell him where she had gone or what she was doing.
During these three days, the child and the Lu family members all sensed that Mu Jiuchen's mood was significantly off.
However, no one thought much of it, merely attributing it to Mu Jiuchen being unhappy because Jiang Nuan wasn't home.
On the third night, Mu Jiuchen grew anxious, pacing restlessly. Didn't she say she'd be back in three days?
It was already dark, why wasn't she back yet?
Seeing his father's agitated state, Kuobao, when no one was around, slipped out into the yard to find his father waiting for his mother.
Mu Jiuchen's gaze was fixed on the main gate, but not a soul appeared.
He walked back and forth irritably, then turned and met his son's bright eyes. He blinked, "What's wrong, Kuobao?"
Kuobao pointed to his heart and said, "Your heart looks like it's about to fly out. Did you and Mommy fight?"
Mu Jiuchen: "..."
How could a child be so sensitive?
"No?" Mu Jiuchen shook his head.
"Hmph! You did fight. Mommy hasn't been back for three days. Did you really argue?" Kuobao's small face was full of anger.
"No, your mother had an urgent matter and left. She said she'd be back in three days, and she's not back yet. I'm very worried, so you, go back and rest, don't bother me." Mu Jiuchen had no mood to face his son's anger; he was also very angry at the moment.
Kuobao snorted, then said, "Okay!"
He then turned and went back.
Mu Jiuchen looked at the main gate again. Seeing a car approaching, he paused, then his face darkened, and he strode towards it.