outh at this time seemed to be quieter and more silent than before.
Qin Mu secretly scolded himself that he was living and going back (1), when he would not dare to look into Gu Qin’s eyes.

   In the evening, Gu Qin had to attend a cocktail party temporarily and asked Qin Mu to go home first.
When he arrived in the house, facing the deserted house alone, Qin Mu felt a little uncomfortable.
Habits are really bad.
Although this is a virtual world, it could be calculated that he spends more time with Gu Qin now, than he spent with any of those past lovers in real life.

     Qin Mu stayed in the living room for a few seconds, opened the refrigerator, and there were dumplings made by Gu Qin last night.
He made himself a bowl of dumplings and brought them to the dining table in the living room.
Just as he took a bite of the dumplings, the phone rang out.
Thinking that it was Gu Qin calling, Qin Mu directly swallowed the still steaming dumpling before picking up the phone: “Hello?”

    “Qin Mu.” A vaguely familiar voice came from the phone.

    It is Qi Zicong.
Qin Mu took a tissue and wiped his mouth, “What’s the matter?”

    “…I heard that you are going to marry the president of the Gu Group.” The news seemed to have spread really quickly despite Gu Qin’s efforts to suppress it.

    Qin Mu hummed and waited quietly for a few seconds.
Qi Zicong’s voice came again, somewhat incoherent, and mixed with a quiet cry: “I didn’t expect you to get married so soon.
I thought I still had a chance… I can wait.
You don’t like me annoying you so I try my best not to call you, but why can’t you even give me the last bit of hope?”

    “Sorry, I was only using you.”

    Qin Mu didn’t expect Qi Zicong to be very affectionate to him.

    “I know… as long as you still need me, I am willing to let you use me.” Qi Zicong’s voice seemed a little anxious on the phone.

   Qin Mu had teased a lot of people before his death, and many had a crush on him.
If it was not for that one assertion from the old fortune-teller, maybe he would have provoked even more people.
Sometimes he would be complacent about his charm and laugh at the bottom of his heart.
Those who are obsessed with him, besides a face, what else does he have that others should like?

     However, he seems to be born with the charm to attract others to fall in love with him, no matter who they are, as long as he wants to, there is no exception.
He admits that he is a scumbag, and has never thought of changing, playing the world is his lifelong goal, and his innate charm value allows him to easily get what he wants.

    But he doesn’t want love, only desire.

    At this moment, since Qi Zicong was so straightforward, Qin Mu did not continue to pretend to be gentle, “Since you say that, then I really do need your help with a matter…” After hanging up the phone, the remaining dumplings were almost cold.

    Qin Mu slowly finished off the last of the crystal clear dumplings laying in his bowl, then got up and washed the dishes and chopsticks.
When he came out of the kitchen, the phone rang again.
This time, the person calling is Su Hanyu.

    Qin Mu was not in a hurry to answer the call, and leisurely towel-dried the water droplets from his hands.
Waiting to answer the call until the last ring before it was sent to voicemail.
“Hello?” There was no voice on the other end of the call, but Qin Mu was sure Su Hanyu was listening.
Qin Mu didn’t speak but waited patiently.
He didn’t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe longer, until Su Hanyu finally said slowly, “Congratulations.”

(1): I am actually a little unsure but from what I can understand it seems to be along the lines of “The longer you live, the more you try to go back”? Like a regret maybe?

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