His Beloved Darling

Looking up, I almost vomited blood.

The image of a gentleman shattered in an instant, "Jingxi, have you fucking lost your mind?!"

Mu Jingxi's face was expressionless, his cold gaze glanced at Qiao An, "Are you okay?"

Qiao An huffed, her beautiful eyes meaningfully glanced at Song Yunchi, "From now on, if you see any man with ulterior motives getting close to me, you must immediately come to protect me, got it?"

Ulterior motives?

Him?!

Song Yunchi couldn't believe his ears. This Miss Qiao, she really was... telling lies with her eyes wide open!

"Miss Qiao, wasn't it you who said you couldn't hear, so I just moved a little closer?"

"Is that so?" Qiao An looked heavenward, "Who heard that?"

"You..."

Arrogant!

Utterly conceited!

Song Yunchi's gaze turned toward the President's secretary, "Secretary Shao, you're my witness! Wasn't it her who said she couldn't hear, indicating for me to come closer?"

Secretary Shao's face wore a diplomat's smile, "Sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't hear anything."

The expression on Song Yunchi's face cracked.

Qiao An, looking at the sky, pursed her lips in a smile. Not bad, not bad, Secretary Shao is indeed teachable.

Song Yunchi raised his hand and patted Mu Jingxi's shoulder, "Jingxi, I sympathize with you. Being entangled by such a she-demon must be tough, huh?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the she-demon delivered a swift knee to his abdomen.

If it weren't for his quick reflexes and preparedness, that kick would have hit its mark for sure!

"You..." Song Yunchi managed a slight smile, maintaining his last bit of dignity, "You're ruthless."

Secretary Shao held back his laughter. Seeing Mr. Song be put in his place was indeed a delightful sight.

It served Mr. Song right for breaking so many hearts of the CIA's young ladies.

This time, Miss Qiao had avenged them all in one fell swoop.

......

"Miss Ji, this is Miss Qiao's bedroom. She doesn't like anyone entering her bedroom without her permission,"

Ji Qingxin stepped out of Mu Jingxi's bedroom and was about to enter the guest room next door when a maid immediately spoke up.

Her gaze darkened, "This is Miss Qiao's bedroom?"

"Yes."

"Whose idea was this?" Ji Qingxin's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of anger crossing her heart.

An adjacent bedroom for her fiancé and another woman, how could she stand it?

The maid neither servile nor overbearing, "It was the young master's idea."

"Jingxi?" Ji Qingxin bit her lower lip, quickly denying it, "Impossible!"

"Miss Ji, this is indeed the case. There's no need for me to lie to you."

Ji Qingxin was silent for a moment, then flashed a gentle and shallow smile, "Isn't it inappropriate to still call me Miss Ji now?"

"Sorry, Miss Ji. The master and madam didn't ask us to change how we address you, so we can't make that decision on our own."

Ji Qingxin felt deeply insulted, but this was the Mu Family, where she couldn't afford to make a scene.

She walked past the maid and went downstairs on her own.

A military Hummer was parked in front of the West Wing.

Mu Jingxi got out of the car, walked around the parking spot, and opened the door, "Miss Qiao, please."

Qiao An had just gotten out of the car when she heard a gentle voice filled with a bit of excitement—

"Jingxi, you're back."

The next second, Ji Qingxin, holding onto her abdomen, threw herself into Mu Jingxi's arms.

Qiao An's gaze suddenly sharpened. This woman, what a pushover!

Would she die if she didn't throw herself into a man's arms?

The sight disgusted Qiao An so much that she wanted to gouge out her own eyes.

"Why aren't you resting inside?"

"The maids told me you were back, so I wanted to come out and meet you."

As the two exchanged words, an impatient voice sounded.

"Hey, don't you know good dogs don't block the way?"