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Chapter 195 Your Face Is Very Pale

Chapter 195: Chapter 195 Your Face Is Very Pale

Qi Yun didn’t open the door. Her first reaction was to run back to find Song Muyu and ask if she wanted to open the door.

Truth be told, Qi Yun didn’t want to open it and even felt like slapping Song Xun.

She couldn’t muster a friendly expression for men who recklessly sowed their seeds.

Meanwhile, Song Muyu was still in the bathroom and hadn’t come out.

Having no other option, she had to knock on the door.

Song Muyu’s voice came from inside. "Qi Yun, what’s the matter?"

"Miss Song, Mr. Song Xun is outside knocking on the door, I haven’t let him in yet," Qi Yun said.

Song Muyu was startled and quite taken aback.

Song Xun had come to look for her, wasn’t he just here last night, so why did he suddenly come to find her again today?

She tried to calm her emotions before saying, "Go and open the door for him, just say I’m taking a bath and will be out shortly."

"Yes!" With the order, Qi Yun turned to go to the door and open it, and sure enough, Song Xun was still standing there.

The moment the door opened, Song Xun glanced at Qi Yun, "Where’s Song Muyu?"

"Mr. Song, Miss Song is taking a bath. Please wait for a moment," Qi Yun invited him in, her expression as indifferent as ever.

Song Xun frowned and swept a glance over Qi Yun, asking, "Are you the assistant arranged by Ruirui for Muyu?"

Qi Yun replied calmly, "Is Mr. Song checking the registry? Does it matter who made the arrangements?"

Song Xun narrowed his eyes, his demeanor growing much colder.

But Qi Yun didn’t show him any good face, just detachedly and distantly said, "Would Mr. Song like something to drink?"

"Don’t want anything!" Song Xun said coldly. "You can leave now!"

Qi Yun glanced at Song Xun and said quietly, "I’m sorry, Mr. Song, you have no right to command me, I only take orders from Miss Song."

Song Xun knit his brows and said again, "I have something to discuss with Song Muyu, is it convenient for you to be here?"

"I’ll go back to my room when you talk later, I won’t listen to what you say." Qi Yun said, "Of course, all of this must be with Miss Song’s permission."

In other words, she wouldn’t follow Song Xun’s orders.

Song Xun’s gaze was deep and sharp as it fell on Qi Yun, but he didn’t get angry, just colder.

Qi Yun completely ignored him.

Although Song Xun said he didn’t want anything to drink, Qi Yun still went to pour a cup of tea and placed the cup on the table.

Song Xun glanced at the tea and thanked her blandly, "Thank you."

"Mr. Song is too polite."

"Do you also have an issue with me?" Song Xun still clearly sensed the girl’s hostility toward him, just like Ruirui, quite disdainful.

A flash passed through Qi Yun’s eyes as she said, "Mr. Song might have misunderstood; I don’t have any interactions or vested interests with you."

"You mean you don’t feel any hostility toward me?"

"Yes."

"Liar!" Song Xun scoffed.

Qi Yun remained silent.

Little sister Song Muyu still hadn’t come out.

Song Xun sat on the sofa, having waited a very long time and completely out of patience, he looked at his wristwatch; the hands had already moved past twenty minutes.

So much time had passed since he had entered the house.

But Song Muyu still hadn’t come out.

He couldn’t help but ask, "What the hell is Song Muyu up to? Why hasn’t she come out yet?"

"Mr. Song, as I told you earlier, Miss Song was taking a bath when you arrived; she naturally takes her time. If Mr. Song lacks the patience to wait, you may leave first," Qi Yun’s attitude was not kind.

In her view, Song Xun was too bullying for Song Muyu.

Indeed, Qi Yun’s attitude toward Song Xun was bad, and she was quite disdainful.

The man saw this, but so what?

Didn’t he know what he had done?

"Go ask her!" Song Xun said, "If she doesn’t come out, then I will go in myself."

Qi Yun frowned and retorted, "Does Mr. Song want to play the gangster?"

Song Xun savored these two words playfully, "Gangster?"

Qi Yun didn’t go in to invite Song Muyu; she just looked at Song Xun indifferently, making it clear—she wouldn’t go to invite, she would wait here.

Her attitude was clear—if he had no patience, he could just get lost.

Quite a character!

Song Xun looked at Qi Yun’s cold little face, his brows deeply furrowed, just like their master, as were their subordinates.

This attitude was clearly just like Ruirui’s.

He stood up, ready to go find Song Muyu himself.

However, just as he took a step, Qi Yun blocked his way. "Mr. Song, please show some self-respect."

"You invite me or I’ll go myself!" said Song Xun coldly.

Qi Yun had already positioned herself to confront him; if he tried to push through, she wouldn’t mind getting physical.

After all, the Young Master had ordered her to protect Miss Song.

She naturally had to ensure Miss Song’s safety.

The atmosphere between the two became instantly tense, and things seemed to be growing more and more intense.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and there stood Song Muyu, pale-faced, her hair wrapped in a towel, presumably not yet dry.

Moreover, she had changed into a conservative two-piece loungewear set, the fabric very thick.

Over her neck, she draped a white towel and walked out like that.

Seeing Song Xun, her expression was faint, she said to Qi Yun, "Qi Yun, you go back to your room. If there’s anything, I’ll call you."

Qi Yun glanced at her, nodded, and then walked to her room.

With Qi Yun gone, only Song Xun and Song Muyu were left in the living room.

Song Muyu spoke, "I don’t know what brings brother here now?"

Song Xun didn’t speak, his piercing gaze scanning Song Muyu up and down, feeling that her face was shockingly pale.

"Are you sick?" Song Xun suddenly asked.

Song Muyu felt uneasy inside, her heartbeat speeding up for no apparent reason, and she cleared her throat before saying, "No, thank you for your concern, brother."

"Your complexion is very pale!" Song Xun said again.

Song Muyu was taken aback and replied, "Oh, it’s nothing, probably just because I’m not wearing makeup!"

Song Xun’s piercing gaze fell on her face again.

Song Muyu couldn’t meet his gaze, her eyes darted around, quite nervous.

No matter what, she couldn’t let Song Xun know about the miscarriage.

More explanations would be of no benefit.

Song Xun watched her and countered, "Do you think I haven’t seen you without makeup before?"

Song Muyu stiffened in place, the bright light shining down, highlighting her excessively pale face, like that of a vampire, too pale, with no color at all.

But her eyes were so firm, so powerful, and after a brief flicker, they revealed a hint of determination, as if making some decision.

She said, "Just menstrual pain, auntie’s visit was heavier this time, probably why I’m paler from the blood loss. Sorry to worry brother, my apologies."

Song Xun was startled, his brow furrowing, "Your period is here?"

Song Muyu nodded.

"I remember your menstrual cycle isn’t today," he said so surely, as if to declare she was lying.