Chu Mu curled his lips in a mocking smile upon hearing this, "It's almost ten o'clock, is Minister Fu still working?"
Fu Heng seemed to have heard who was on the other end of the phone and visibly relaxed. He rubbed his tired temples and shifted his position to listen to the phone. "No, I thought some kind of emergency had occurred again. It's so late, what instructions do you have, Master Chu?"
Chu Mu stopped joking and got straight to the point. "There's a Frenchman named Brian in your jurisdiction who's staying at the North Asia Hotel. Have someone deal with him immediately."
Fu Heng frowned slightly. "Did I offend you?"
"It's good that you offended me, it's Shu Yi'an."
Fu Heng had been with Chu Mu for two years; Chu Mu had initially picked him out of the Foreign Affairs Academy and brought him to his current position. Therefore, while he couldn't say he fully understood Chu Mu's style, he was at least quite perceptive of his intentions. He immediately grasped Chu Mu's meaning. "I understand. As for the report...?"
"Just investigate through proper channels, clarify the matter, and send the person and evidence to the local police station. I'll handle the procedures for you." Clearly, Chu Mu knew Fu Heng's methods all too well, and reminded him again.
He's definitely the boss; he handles everything flawlessly. Fu Heng couldn't help but silently admire him. The phone call probably woke the sleeping girl next to him; she mumbled a few words softly, turned around, and kicked Fu Heng.
Fu Heng's patient, coaxing voice could be faintly heard through the microphone, which surprised Chu Mu. "Yu Ran is with you?"
Fu Heng held the girl's hand in his arms for a long time before replying, "She quit her job there to come and be with me, and now she's pregnant and plans to settle down here."
"The power of love...you wouldn't understand. Hey, boss, you've been here for a while now, why don't you bring your wife over? Let me tell you, it's best for a couple to stay together...let me tell you something..."
Chu Mu found it annoying and hung up the phone before the caller could finish his rambling.
Fu Heng stared at the disconnected call, a shameless grin spreading across his face. Serves you right! Serves you right for disturbing my sleep! Serves you right for ordering me around in the middle of the night! Serves you right for being so frustrated and depressed! Serves you right for having an incomplete marital life!
When Chu Mu was young, he and the other boys in the compound got into trouble, and were once punished by the Wang family's grandson. He, Jiang Beichen, Ji Hengdong, and Zhan Cheng all received a beating from their family. At that time, Chu Weiyuan was only two years old and witnessed her brother being brutally beaten by their father. From then on, a deep shadow was cast on her young mind; whenever she saw Chu Mu, she would cling to her father's leg and wail. Chu Mu and the others, each bearing injuries of varying degrees, stood on the flowerbed in the compound and secretly vowed to avenge any wrongs they suffered!
From that time on, no matter who tricked them, the four brothers would quickly establish a defensive line and launch a fierce attack. Over time, this habit remained with them as they grew up. So, although it wasn't Chu Mu this time, Deputy Director Chu couldn't tolerate his wife being bullied, and immediately sent Fu Heng to carry out a swift revenge.
The secretary spotted the figure standing outside the revolving door from afar and, steeling herself, went forward. "Mr. Cruise said he has nothing urgent to discuss and, knowing you had a slight mishap, asked you to go back first. I'll stay here?"
Chu Mu thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement. "Since we're already here, it wouldn't be right not to meet. I'll go say hello, and you can stay here tonight and pick me up from the hotel early tomorrow morning."
He hurriedly went into the hotel and greeted Cruise. Cruise smiled ambiguously, expressing his full understanding of what had happened that night. Before leaving, Chu Mu didn't forget to bid him farewell in his broken Chinese, "Pure (spring) dawn (night) before (thousand) tight (gold)."
Shu Yi'an was in a daze when she got into the car. Chu Mu noticed her low spirits and casually touched her soft earlobe. "Are you feeling better?"
Shu Yi'an nodded slightly, her lips pursed. "Much better."
"Go to your hotel to get your luggage first. Stay at my place tonight, and come back to Germany with me first thing tomorrow morning."
"Huh???" Miss Shu's eyes widened in surprise. "So fast?"
Chu Mu snorted coldly, "You think it's too fast? Fine, then you can stay here and continue talking about work."
"No!" Miss Shu shook her head firmly. To show her loyalty, she muttered to herself, "That's good, um, I'll go with you."
The journey was smooth. Upon arriving at the hotel, Deputy Director Chu carried Shu Meimei's luggage ahead, with Miss Shu silently following behind. The room was completely dark when the door opened. Because she couldn't see the furnishings clearly, Shu Yi'an tripped and bumped her forehead against Chu Mu's back with a loud thud. After a muffled thud, Miss Shu felt herself being pushed against the wall with great force.
Besides the pain in her forehead, Chu Mu's thin lips also came at her.
Chapter Twelve
"Mmm..." Shu Yi'an was pressed against the wall by Chu Mu and was a little out of breath. She was forced to tilt her head back to receive his burning kiss. In the darkness, Chu Mu's hand was still firmly supporting the back of Shu Yi'an's head.
As they lingered, Shu Yi'an's legs were forcefully pushed against Chu Mu's strong waist, leaving her somewhat bewildered. The scene was undeniably suggestive. Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for so long, Chu Mu held onto Shu Yi'an's soft lips, reluctant to let go. What had started as a symbolic punishment for her solo trip had somehow turned into a long-awaited reunion between husband and wife.
Miss Shu, half-asleep, clung to her husband's neck, letting him take as he pleased. Occasionally, she would let out a soft moan when he hurt her. These were some of the few kisses the couple had shared since their marriage, but each one was always accompanied by an almost violent orgasm.
This time was no exception.
Shu Yi'an's shirt, with its large torn collar, was tangled with Chu Mu's crisp white shirt, while light-colored jeans with a slender waist and a well-tailored black suit were scattered messily on the floor.
Shu Yi'an's body is very flexible, a conclusion that Chu Mu reached through repeated practice.
Seeing her with her back to him, burying her head in the pillow, moaning softly, Chu Mu reluctantly stopped himself.
Perhaps due to extreme exhaustion, coupled with the fright she experienced at Brian's place, Shu Yi'an quickly fell into a deep sleep while holding Chu Mu. It was a habit she'd developed at some point, always needing to instinctively hug something to fall asleep. Beneath the pristine white sheets lay her naked, soft body, and Chu Mu patted her back gently, as if to soothe her, coaxing her to sleep.
Looking at the woman's peaceful sleeping face against the backdrop of the early morning light, Chu Mu suddenly felt that his trip to France might have been worthwhile. At the same time, he dared not think about how Shu Yi'an would have spent this night if she hadn't met him yesterday. With this thought in mind, he suddenly reached out and pinched the woman's delicate nose.
Feeling shortness of breath, Shu Yi'an opened her sleepy eyes with displeasure. "What are you doing...?"
Seeing that she was awake, Chu Mu casually lifted her up by the waist. Unlike his usual elegant and sophisticated demeanor, Deputy Director Chu's hair was disheveled and his clothes were a mess, his expression showing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. "If you hadn't seen me today, would you have told me about this?"
Shu Yi'an, her nose pinched, pouted and slapped his hand away, feeling dizzy as she slid down, trying to find a pillow. "Chu Mu, you're so boring."
Seemingly particularly dissatisfied with Shu Yi'an's answer, Chu Mu directly attacked the woman's most sensitive and softest spot under the covers, making a move. His tone was dangerous, "Will you talk or not?"
Shu Yi'an, her head covered, suddenly screamed, the sudden sensation almost overwhelming her, "You're a lunatic!!!"
Young Master Chu continued moving as if he hadn't heard a thing, completely ignoring Shu Meimei's resistance. What was supposed to be a pleasant interrogation had turned into a battle.
As dawn broke, Shu Yi'an slowly turned over and reached out to wrap her arms around Chu Mu's waist, mumbling a sentence that was difficult to understand. "If I hadn't seen you, I would have flown to Germany to come and stay with you this morning... um... definitely."
Upon hearing these words, the person who had been sleeping soundly with their eyes closed moved slightly in their throat and turned to hug the person in their arms tightly.
Fortunately, fortunately, I met you first, so you didn't come to me alone with your grievances.
This was the first time Chu Mu felt fortunate about his decision.
The two woke up at around 10 a.m. The secretary had already prepared a car and was waiting outside the hotel.
Looking at the person buttoning their shirt in front of the mirror, looking so refreshed, Shu Yi'an couldn't help but launch into another tirade of slander. "He's practically a jerk in an elite coat!"
What are you thinking about?
Shu Yi'an was startled when she saw the well-defined knuckles of the hand in front of her. She took the water he offered, gulped it down guiltily, and then shook her head fussily. "I wasn't thinking about anything. The color of the clothes is nice."