Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 189 I’m at···_1

Chapter 189: Chapter 189 I’m at···_1

As Mu Yingchen turned his face, Su Wanxia also got closer and closer to him.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, no longer the bright and spirited like before, but he still instantly recognized the familiar figure not far away.

He couldn’t help but murmur, "Wanwan."

Su Wanxia approached and saw him in a daze, her heart suddenly trembling again.

Mu Yingchen put down the wine glass in his hand, instinctively trying to stand up from his seat, but as he stood up, his legs suddenly went weak.

Su Wanxia hurried forward with concern, steadying him, as his tall figure leaned heavily on her, the strong scent of alcohol enveloping her senses.

"Why did you drink so much?" she frowned, looking at the three who stood idly by.

"How can you ask us? You should be asking yourself, shouldn’t you? You know best what’s between you two---" Ji Hua glanced at Su Wanxia, then at Mu Yingchen, who was leaning against her.

"Alright, hurry up and help---" She really felt he was so heavy, almost crushing her to the ground.

Hearing her say this, Mu Chuyang and Ji Hua immediately came to help, supporting Mu Yingchen on either side as they moved forward. As they were walking, suddenly there was a light snap, something fell from Mu Yingchen’s body to the ground.

Su Wanxia looked down, paused for a moment, silently picked it up, and then stared at it, seemingly in a daze.

"Wanxia, hurry up, big brother is going to throw up--" Mu Chuyang called out loudly to her, who was lost in thought.

In a rush, she simply stuffed the box into the pocket of her down jacket.

"To the restroom, quick!" she trotted to catch up.

But once they reached the restroom, Mu Yingchen showed no sign of being sick, much to everyone’s relief.

"Where’s Feng?" Su Wanxia then noticed that Mu Feng was nowhere to be seen.

"He’s settling the bill, he might be waiting for us already, let’s go," Ji Hua said, indicating to help Mu Yingchen out.

"Wanwan····"

"Wanwan···"

Mu Yingchen suddenly murmured again, softly.

Following that, Ji Hua quickly said, "Wanxia is here, let’s go, we’re heading back!"

"Wanwan···" Mu Yingchen tried to shake off Ji Hua as he spoke.

Ji Hua, unable to do much, had no choice but to call for Su Wanxia.

"Wanxia, you come, you come."

Su Wanxia quickly stepped forward to support him, and Mu Yingchen agreed to walk out.

Ji Hua couldn’t help but mutter under his breath from behind, "Such a grown man, still acting like a little child--"

After they had settled Mu Yingchen into the car, he had quieted down with his eyes closed, but his hand was tightly grasping Su Wanxia’s.

Su Wanxia had no choice but to get in the car as well, his head naturally leaning on her shoulder.

Listening to his somewhat labored breathing, her throat tightened, and her eyes began to feel sore and teary.

"Wanxia, what on earth are you and my big brother fighting about? Do you really have to torment each other like this?" sitting on the other side of Mu Yingchen, Mu Chuyang leaned in and quietly asked, looking at Su Wanxia.

Su Wanxia immediately cast her eyes down in sadness. Torment each other? She didn’t want it to be like this--

"Chuyang, if you don’t know, don’t talk nonsense." Mu Feng suddenly spoke up. He might have guessed something about these two, but there was nothing others could do to help.

Back then, if his big brother hadn’t stepped in, his family wouldn’t have so easily agreed to his and Lanlan’s relationship.

But with his big brother’s own affairs, no one could help him; perhaps only one person could, but now, it was impossible.

"Oh--" Mu Chuyang, noticing Su Wanxia’s complexion wasn’t good, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Upon arriving at the villa, Su Wanxia showed no intention of going in.

"You all take him in; make sure someone takes good care of him. I’ll head back first--"

"You’re not staying to look after my big brother?" Ji Hua had just arrived in her car. As soon as she opened the door, she overheard Su Wanxia saying this to Mu Feng and Mu Chuyang.

Su Wanxia hummed softly, took a deep breath, and without looking at Mu Yingchen and the others, turned and walked toward her car.

Mu Feng, Mu Chuyang, and a helpless Ji Hua could only watch her. Just as she was about to open her car door and get in,

Mu Yingchen suddenly opened his eyes in confusion, unwittingly crying out in a low voice, "Don’t go..."

He felt her presence missing from his side and instantly lifted his head, searching aimlessly.

"Wanxia, with my big brother that drunk, he definitely won’t let strangers near him. You should stay and look after him..." Ji Hua spoke up.

"Yes, Wanxia, it’s so cold. If you fuss around any longer, big brother might catch a cold, and that wouldn’t be good," added Mu Chuyang.

"Yeah, hurry up and get inside," Mu Feng also said to Su Wanxia before helping Mu Yingchen walk indoors.

Su Wanxia stood in place for a moment and ultimately couldn’t harden her heart to leave; she followed them inside.

When Mu Feng and the others helped Mu Yingchen into the bedroom, they all let out a sigh of relief. They weren’t used to this person who rarely got drunk.

"Wanxia, we’ll leave the rest to you. We’re heading off--"

"Mm," she nodded to the three of them.

After Mu Feng and the others left, the bedroom suddenly became quiet.

Su Wanxia stood by the bed and looked at him, his brow furrowed and eyes tightly shut, and she couldn’t help feeling sad.

She bent down and slowly reached out to smooth his frowned brow, but as if sensing her presence, he suddenly opened those obsidian-like eyes.

She was startled and hastily withdrew her hand, then looked closely and let out a sigh of relief.

There wasn’t a trace of clarity in his eyes; he was evidently quite drunk.

But she felt that he could recognize her—

"Wanwan..." Mu Yingchen reached out to her.

"Don’t leave me..."

She couldn’t help but take his warm big hand in hers.

"I’m here..."

But he abruptly pulled her, and, unprepared, she fell toward him—

When Su Wanxia woke up, dawn was just breaking; she checked the time, and it was just past five in the morning.

She turned to look at the person sleeping heavily beside her—

Her hand gently caressed his slightly furrowed brow, closed eyes, prominent nose, and thin lips...

Her touch was very delicate, as if afraid to wake the person deep in slumber.

Her gaze was affectionate, as if she wanted to imprint his image in her heart forever.

At last, she curled her lips upward slightly, got up quietly, dressed, and then silently—left...

When Mu Yingchen woke up, it was about ten in the morning. He frowned as he surveyed the state of the bed and slowly recalled the events of the previous day.

He seemed to vaguely remember her being by his side last night. He glanced at the somewhat messy bed again, then looked beside him.

His gaze paused as he stared intently at a strand of hair on the pillow beside him, a long, black strand.

A sudden rush of elation welled up in his heart—he hadn’t misremembered; she had indeed been there the previous night.

The gloomy mood instantly brightened—

She hadn’t left him; she was still by his side...