Mated at First Sight
Chapter 676 - 445 Tang Qichuan (Second Update)_2

Chapter 676: Chapter 445 Tang Qichuan (Second Update)_2

"Speak," said Mu Lin calmly, as the waiter left.

However, Mi Zheng merely chuckled, "No rush. We have the whole afternoon." If he were to reveal anything so soon, they wouldn’t be able to enjoy their meal. He preferred a leisurely conversation after they’d finished eating.

Mu Lin’s lips twitched slightly, her usual gentle smile practically non-existent whenever she was with him.

The wine was soon served. Stopping the waiter, Mi Zheng gentlemanly poured a glass for Mu Lin, swirled it a bit, then took a sip. "Not bad," he commented nonchalantly, then offered her a sip. He loved the flavor of red wine.

Mu Lin: "I don’t drink."

Mi Zheng chuckles, "Indeed, I’d almost forgotten." Last night, she hadn’t touched her glass of red wine at all. He didn’t believe her refusal was due to an inability to drink; rather, she probably just didn’t want to drink with him.

It didn’t bother him.

Soon after, the steak was served. This time, Mu Lin did take a few bites, her fingers holding the cutlery elegantly.

She had no idea how long she would have to stay here, but she knew it would certainly be a while.

Observing Mu Lin, Mi Zheng suddenly remarked, "It seems like you’re quite adept at slicing meat, Linlin." Much like the smooth glide of a sharp blade skimming the skin, her cuts were swift and effortless.

Linlin.

Mu Lin was visibly displeased about the nickname. "Mr. Bi’an, it’s best if you address me by my full name. Our current relationship does not warrant such an ’intimate’ name." Mu Lin’s gaze towards Mi Zheng was cool.

Even though she wasn’t really bothered by the because she didn’t like the man in front of her.

Yet, Mi Zheng casually laughed it off, as though he had not heard her request at all. "I believe our relationship will soon turn for the better." So. "I’m just practicing now, so the more I get used to calling you Linlin now, the easier it’ll be later." The name Linlin felt special when he said it.

Well, not bad.

Upon hearing his comments, Mu Lin casually glanced at him, her crimson lips curving up into a small smile. "I don’t think the word ’used to’ would ever be applicable in our case," she said slowly and coldly.

He responded with a laugh, "There’s no such thing as absolute certainty in this world." Anything is possible, isn’t it?

As the two of them calmly exchanged words, Mu Lin found that despite their lengthy conversation, Mi Zheng was yet to touch on the main point of her concern.

Eating without any particular enthusiasm, Mu Lin finally put down her cutlery. "I’m done," she said, looking at him.

Eyeing the steak in Mu Lin’s plate, which was two-thirds still left, Mi Zheng noted, "You don’t seem to enjoy Western food, do you Linlin? I made a mistake choosing this. Next time, I’ll pick a Chinese restaurant."

Mu Lin didn’t respond, simply because there wouldn’t be a next time as Mi Zheng had suggested.

Sitting back in her chair, Mu Lin observed him. Every move he made was completely elegant. There wasn’t any rush, and he neither increased his pace nor his speed, allowing every second to flow naturally. Even the pieces of steak he had sliced were almost identical in size and weight.

His knife skills were commendable.

While Mi Zheng took the time to show off his knife skills, Mu Lin quietly watched him. As for how he acquired those skills, she chose to not comment.

When the meal was over, he casually waved the waiter over, asking him to clear the plates leaving only the red wine.

"Can I ask now?" Mu Lin was surprisingly patient to have waited so long.

"Yes." Mi Zheng did not hesitate this time. "You may ask." He pledged that he’d answer her in full.

"My master’s identity," Mu Lin asked.

Mu Lin was always succinct and direct in any questions she asked, never beating around the bush.

"Your master," Mi Zheng said with a small smile, "He is not actually a Mu. In fact, even his name is a fake." With that, he directed his gaze towards Mu Lin.

In reality, she was the same; she wasn’t supposed to surnamed Mu. Even if she was to adopt Mu Jue’s surname, it should not be Mu. Her true surname was meant to be the most noble.

Mu Lin raised her eyebrows and waited for him to continue.

It seemed Mi Zheng was finally ready to reveal the truth. She didn’t know his true motives yet but she needed the information he was offering.

"Mu Jue’s real name should have been Tang Qichuan," Mi Zheng announced, not shifting his gaze from Mu Lin’s slowly changing expression.

Tang Qichuan.

Tang Qishan.

He assumed that she must have made the connection by now.

The two were brothers.

Mu Lin was taken aback.

No wonder she felt familiar with Tang Qishan. He evoked strong feelings of her master, which explained her inexplicable fondness towards him when she met him for the first time.

"Tang Qichuan," she whispered the alien yet intimate name.

He watched Mu Lin absorbing the information, "This story goes back over two decades. Because Tang Qichuan was cast out from the Tang family." And that took place over twenty years ago.

"Cast out?" Mu Lin’s eyes flashed coldly.

He hooked his lips, "Perhaps there is something I should clarify. That Tang Family is not the Tang Family you think you know." The Tang Family, in this context, referred to a prominent family clan. "And Tang Qishan had chosen to leave the Tang family voluntarily when your master was driven out."

As a brother, Tang Qishan did all that he could. He had been searching for Tang Qichuan, or Mu Jue, relentlessly. Unfortunately, Mu Jue had already passed away a few years ago.

"Tell me, why was my master expelled from the Tang Family?" Mu Lin asked. How could her master, such a good person, be driven out?

"Why?" Mi Zheng broke into laughter. "Do you really want to know?"