Chapter 2118 - 493: Good Fortune Is Coming
Ran girl... heh...
She wanted my relationship with Mu Wan to skyrocket, but does she even know that Mu Wan is leaving tomorrow.
Even if I play the hero now and save the beauty, it doesn’t mean much anymore.
Qin Mu’s dark eyes were full of gloom... an indescribable pain was churning inside.
"You’re hurt, Aimu, we... we should go to the hospital."
"And, and, I need to call the police, yeah... call the police first, catch him..."
Mu Wan saw blood seeping through the man’s jacket, her expression changed, those beautiful eyes filled with concern.
Qin Mu’s lips lifted faintly as he watched her getting ready to call the police; he quickly raised his hand and wrapped it around her phone, thin lips pressed together.
"It’s nothing, just a flesh wound, don’t make a big deal out of it. Otherwise, when those people are cornered, they’ll start thinking of ways to get back at you."
"Okay."
Knowing his words made sense, Mu Wan pondered for a moment and nodded. As the man lowered his head and spoke to her, the smell of alcohol rushed into her nose; she couldn’t help but knit her brows.
"You’ve been drinking?"
"Yeah."
The last supper...
I’m a coward...
I didn’t have the guts to show up, so I could only go get drunk outside.
In the end, I still wanted to see her.
So I squatted at her doorstep as scheduled, waiting for her to come home like some left‑behind kid.
Yeah, left‑behind kid?
That really fucking suits me. Without Mu Wan, I really am just a left‑behind kid.
"Mm, let’s go in and rest for a bit first."
"Okay."
It really pisses people off.
Smelling the alcohol coming off him, Mu Wan hurriedly helped him into the house.
If Aimu hadn’t been here just now, she really would’ve been in danger.
But Aimu from behind was really something...
You’d never guess from his gentle appearance, but every move was straight to the point.
The other guy had a weapon in his hand, and he had nothing.
Still, Mu Wan was a bit surprised—robbers these days are this good at fighting?
Mu Wan pressed her lips together; now was not the time for pointless chatter.
"Wait here for me a second, I’ll go get some gauze and bandage you up."
"Okay."
Qin Mu answered with some effort, his dark eyes sweeping over the freshly cleaned apartment. Mu Wan had tidied it up very well.
Yeah, all the packed-up stuff was laid out on the coffee table in the living room; it looked like she’d been ready for a while.
The suitcase was by the sofa, a very small suitcase... Qin Mu suddenly really wanted to know what Mu Wan was taking with her.
Back then she only left him a divorce agreement... and took nothing.
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Qin Mu’s lips, and his dark eyes turned bloodshot again.
...
When Mu Wan came back to the living room with what she needed, she saw him spacing out, his gaze fixed on her suitcase. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
"Mm, the suitcase is pretty small, right? There’s actually not much I need to bring..."
Because the most important thing is here...
That is, Qin Mu.
So everything else is just external stuff, dispensable.
"Yeah."
A strained smile squeezed out at the corner of Qin Mu’s mouth. "Less stuff is easier to carry. Otherwise, it’s hard for a girl like you to lug everything around."
"Stop talking, just rest a bit."
Mu Wan gestured for him to take off his jacket. Even the cashmere sweater he had on underneath had been cut open. Her beautiful brows furrowed; she could only carefully snip the sweater off him with scissors and then wipe away the blood.
Even though the wound wasn’t very deep, it was quite long.
He’d lost a fair bit of blood.
Mu Wan wasn’t a professional at treating wounds, so she was careful the whole time as she dabbed alcohol on him, then wrapped it with gauze and finally tied it off.
During the whole process, she could clearly see his brows knotting from the pain.
Mu Wan’s heart twisted right along with him...
It hurt, but he never showed even a hint of being afraid of pain; he just kept staring at her intensely.
"Be careful when you’re out there on your own from now on."
"Mm."
Concern from a stranger.
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Mu Wan’s lips.
"You too, don’t binge drink anymore, and smoke less. I know drinking and smoking are part of socializing, unavoidable, but they’re still not great for your health."
"Mm, I... I’ll remember."
Qin Mu’s dark eyes grew even deeper, his voice unconsciously turning hoarse, as he stared at the serene woman in front of him, as if trying to carve her image into the deepest part of his heart.
A faint sense of parting hung between the two of them, tinged with a bit of sadness.
After carefully finishing the bandage, Mu Wan hooked up the corners of her lips.
"Thanks for today. I don’t really have any gift I can leave you, so how about I draw a sketch of you? It’s not like it costs money anyway."